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He nods. "Yes, they are not here. It's just the two of us."
He walks around and opens the door, and we walk inside holding hands. He takes me out back toward the pool house. I look up at him, confused.
He opens the door, and I gasp.
There are hundreds of candles lit in different votive cylinders in various sizes all over the small living room. White and red rose petals are on the floor leading to the bedroom, where more candles are set on the floor an inch from the wall.
"Maxim, I whisper, looking around the entire space, basking in the dim glow of the candlelight. There is dinner for two sets at the small table.It’s intimate. It’s perfect.
"I hope you like it," he says with a smile.
I blink back, the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. "It's perfect."
"You're perfect, and please don't cry. I feel like I did something wrong."
I am wrong. I don't deserve you. I want to say.
"You have done nothing wrong, Maxim?"
He swallows, the column of his throat moving. "Let's eat."
I nod, and he holds out a seat for me and then pulls the silver covers off our plates.The scent of chopped meat, fruit, and spices permeates the air making my mouth water.Chiles en nogada.
He pours a bottle of sparkling water for us both and sits. ''Now, tell me, what is wrong?"
"You saw the room and your reaction was right, but your eyes tell me a different story. I want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours," he says, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, showing strong forearms and an expensive gold watch.
I pick up my fork, and before I take my first bite, I tell him about the kiss with Santi and what we did in the bathroom. What he said. To my surprise, he nods. He doesn't look mad. He listens, and that makes me nervous.
"If you want to take me home, I understand."
He drops his fork and knife on the plate with a clank. "Why would I want to do that?"
"I kissed your brother. I…”
"You've kissed my brother," he repeats. "You act like I should hate you.
"Normal people would, Maxim."
He shakes his head like I don't get it. "Does it look like we are normal people? We are the cartel, Elena? Nothing about us is normal. Your aunt fucked my dad. Your mom sucked Leo's cock while your dad was there." He snorts. "I'm not going to get into my mother."
My eyes widened, surprised that he knew so much, but he's older than me, so why shouldn't he?
"You’re not mad?"
"I'm not going to blame you for doing it, Elena. I'm not going to kill my brother if that is what you're worried about. I'm not going to hate you or scream at you. If it was another man, he would have been dead by now, but my brother?" He smiles. "No. I wouldn't and I’m not mad."
"Why?'
"Because that would hurt me, my mom, my dad, but most of all, it would hurt you. I'm tired of you hurting."
He gets up after he makes sure I'm done eating and holds out his hand. "Dance with me?"
I place my hand in his, and he pulls out his phone and playsPropuesta Indecenteby Romeo Santos.
My mom taught me to dance bachata, and Maxim's dad taught his sons. A family tradition they kept.
We used to dance at parties, some songs were for fun but some songs meant something. Like this one. The words float around us like an invitation.
