SEVENTY EIGHT

SIXTEEN

ALEJANDRO

She remained sitting, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes pinned somewhere above my head. She had her mouth in a thin line and was trying not to look in my direction even as I stared pointedly at her.

My cock twitched as I pinned her with a glare, my mouth also set in a grim line. She wasn’t supposed to have heard about what Sergio and I had talked about; I wanted to do this my own way but oh well… it was what it was.

I pushed back from the wall I was standing, twirling the knife she had almost used to stab me in my hand; the very same that her brother in law and my cousin had marked me with.

I could feel the rage spinning in my chest and welcomed it, allowing it fuel me as I approached her until she had no choice but to look up at me.

She was glaring, her eyes twinkling with distaste and disgust, two emotions which were so foreign to her countenance and person…

As foreign as the scar on my face, I mused

I wanted to think that I knew her but she was the ene