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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SONIA
Santos doesn’t arguewith me when he throws me onto the bed. He doesn’t even lock the door behind him when he leaves.
I suppose that’s because there’s no need to say what I already know. I can’t leave this fucking place.
Still, I wish he would’ve said something. His silence was almost worse.
After about an hour of sulking, where I wait for him to return with his supposed explanation of why he killed a man today, I give up when he never shows. I may not be able to leave the house, but I don’t have to remain on his bed all day.
Hoping I won’t run into him, I decide to head to the stables. If they let me, that is. But just before I make it to the foyer, I spot the blond woman I saw with Montero going toward the kitchen. My curiosity piqued, I follow her. When I enter the room, I hear her looking through items in the pantry. A few minutes later, she steps out, her arms loaded with chips and salsa.
She gasps when she sees me, then laughs, holding her hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry. I saw you heading this way and wanted to meet you. There aren’t many other women around, if you’ve noticed.” I smile, hoping I won’t seem nearly as threatening as all the men in this house. “I’m Sonia.”
Setting down her snacks, she shakes the hand I’ve extended to her. “Sarah.”
“You’re Alejandro’s girlfriend?” I ask. Though he seems too sour to have a girl, there was no mistaking the way she held on to him.
She opens her salsa and dips a chip slowly, as if she’s thinking of the right answer. “Not exactly. He…rescued me?”
I frown at the way her response comes out as a question. “Rescued? I didn’t realize the Diablos did anything other than wreak havoc.”
Concern fills her expression. “Is Santos keeping you here against your will?”
“I don’t know anymore.”
“Sonia, if you need help—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“No.” Though I smile for her sake, I’m not sure she buys it.
“Sonia.”
“I’m…fine,” I say. “He’s my husband. Naturally, he wants me here.”
“I don’t care if he’s your husband. If he’s hurting you—”
“He’d never hurt me.” The conviction with which I say it surprises me. But it’s true. It doesn’t matter what he’s done. Santos would never purposefully hurt me. “Santos and I… We’re complicated. It’s all just so complicated.”
Her lips pull into a tight line that lets me know she doesn’t fully believe me. “Okay.”
Wanting to change the subject, I ask, “So Alejandro rescued you? What from?”
Just as she’s about to answer me, Damian walks in, followed by Santos.
As if nothing’s happened, he comes to stand by me and attempts to wrap his arm around me, but I step out of his reach. He may not purposefully hurt me, but he has done so, and that’s not something I can easily let go of. “I hate you,” I hiss, ignoring the wounded expression he gives me as I exit the kitchen and storm back to the bedroom.
I’ve barely shut the door behind me when it’s swung open.
“Leave me alone,” I tell Santos, giving him my most murderous glare.
“Not until you listen to what I have to say. I was going to wait until you cooled down, but that’s only because I forgot you run hot one hundred percent of the time.”
I roll my eyes at him as I sit on the edge of the bed and take my shoes off. “Save your breath. I don’t care.”
He glances down to where the little wildflowers he gave me lie broken beside the bloody jeans I threw off earlier. His expression goes from frustrated to furious in a split-second.
