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"It's cool."
I walk back to my car. When I shut the driver's side door, I jolt. It's Maxim seating in the back seat.
"Running out on me,Princessa."
I look around, down the street, and spot his car, a few cars over-parked by the curb. He deliberately parked far away so I wouldn't notice him. I was wrapped up talking to the guys on the porch.
"I had to go home, and the food was already cold. I didn't want to interrupt your high school reunion."
He chuckles. "Is that the truth?"
No. I hated her. I hated the way she talked. I hated how she acted like she didn't mean to be rude. I would never admit that it bothered me. Not to him. Not to anyone else.
"Yeah," I lie. "No one likes cold food."
"You could have walked out the front door and at least said goodbye," he says, leaning over the center console. "Or…told her to fuck off."
His face is inches from his neck. I can smell the scent of Tide detergent he uses to wash his clothes and the scent of his cologne. I recognize it. It's the same one Santiago uses. Creed Aventus.
I wonder if the Santa Muerte was punishing me when she sent the Cortez brothers to torture me.
I pray to her almost every night. La Santa Muerte likes rosaries and offerings in exchange for one's desires. I wear ahandmade rosary from Mexico as an offering so she can protect me and the ones I love. I light her a candle, offering her light in exchange for love and protection because love is the heart's desire, and death is the one constant in life.
Death waits to meet us all, as we all must die.
"Why would I?"
"Because…she was rude. Annoying, and we both know I didn't listen to anything she said."
"You did once," I point out.
He laughs through his nose. "Drive to the restaurant."
"What?"
"I said, drive to the restaurant," he repeats, more forcefully this time.
"Why?"
"You'll see."
He looks around my car as if seeing it for the first time. "Range Rover, huh?"
"Yep," I quip.
I know he is trying to make conversation. He knows I don't want to go back to the restaurant. He is making a point of making me go back because I walked out on him. That must be the reason. Like his brother, he doesn't like to lose.
"How come this and not a Porsche like Mia or a BMW like Mya? We all know Xena is blessed with personal drivers."
I snort, thinking about the Russians and Xena. She's blessed all right.
"What was that little snort for?"
"Huh?'' I play it cool.
I will never rat on Xena or the other girls. They don't tell us the shit they do unless it's from another source or we see it first-hand.
The cartel Kings get to do whatever they want. We are expected to get married and continue the legacy of our families.Procreate. Preferably with a King. Except for me, now I have a pass.
