My phone rings and rings again, but I don't have time for it. I have to learn where in Mexico she is.
"Killer, mate. Your mother told us."
"I have to find her."
"I got my phone. Killer, she isn't coming back. Look at what Lila did."
I know that whatever I'm going to find there is going to change me forever. I won't be the same. The monster that I am now will grow to no end. But I look anyway.
A picture of Maricela and that fucker Maverick kissing is in front of my face with the caption, "The whore strikes again."
"She didn't."
"She did. She's gone. And look." A crisp white envelope sits on my pillow with my name on it. It's her round scroll. It always was so perfect. I open it.
Killian,
I know that right now you're angry. Your little toy is gone with another man. Your little girl, your little obsession. I know it all now. You had to break me because of some sick ploy of your father's. Well, in the end, I will be the one breaking you.
I never loved you, I never was yours, and I never will be. Please don't harm my family to satisfy your need for revenge. I know that eventually, you'll come for me, and I'm okay with that. But remember, I don't love you. Your promise to me was false, as was mine.
All the promises I gave you were meant to be broken. Were meant to break you.
Never yours, Maricela.
I read the words again and again. The little girl outsmarted me. She knew, and she used the momentum to make a Houdini move on me.
Well, she was right about one thing.
I will come for her, and when I do, she will have no place to run to.
