Page 33 of Property of El Jefe


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“Miguel has people in San Diablo looking for you. Since Yoli hates you, I was trying to get her under control, so she didn’t run her mouth off.”

My legs gave out under me, and I crashed on the dirt. A guttural scream ripped from my lungs and went straight to the heavens. “God, no! No. No. No!” I screamed and screamed, every cell in my body consumed with hatred for my brother. How could he kill the two people I loved most?

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Andy lowered to the ground and took me in his arms. “I got you. Let it out.”

Fisting his T-shirt, I buried my face in his chest and cried, wholly beside myself. All the people I loved were lost to me.My parents. Tonio. Now Sister Theresa and Sister Lupita. I had nobody left.

“Why them?” I asked through my sobs. “Why, Andy?”

“Because they mattered to you, baby. Miguel has never cared about anyone but himself.”

“I hate him. Despise him,” I continued to weep.

“Me too.”

I pulled back and looked up at him. “Why do you hate him?”

“Not now, Mija. You feel your feelings.” He pulled me back against him and kissed my head.

“Maybe knowing would help me. For so long, I’ve felt awful about hating my brother and wishing bad things to happen to him. Like I was making more out of him, forcing me to live at the monastery and marrying a mobster. Maybe you can validate my feelings.”

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear it, baby.”

I jerked back and hit him in the chest. “You insult me! I’m stronger than you think!”

“Let’s go inside. It’s fucking hot out here. I’m sweating to death.” He wiped his brow. His face was red and from his head down to his neck, he glistened with perspiration.

“Okay, but you’re going to tell me everything.”

“Yes, Silvia.” He helped me up, then got to his feet.

“I mean it.” I dusted myself off and dried my eyes with the backs of my hands.

“I heard you, jeez.”

“One more thing.” I stopped him, putting my hand on his chest.

“What?”

“Don’t touch Yoli again, if you know what’s good for you.” I sounded possessive, but I didn’t care. I had standards and self-respect.

“Are you threatening me, tough girl?” He hiked his eyebrow. I liked how he did that when he questioned people.

“I mean, if that’s how you took it, then yes. Yes, I’m threatening you.”

He shook his head with a crooked smirk.

“Don’t you respect me?” I asked, feeling a little insecure. My bravado was lessening. Had I misjudged his character? Thought he felt more for me?

“Yes, Silvia. I respect you.”

“Then show it. Show me the respect I deserve by waiting until I leave to fuck someone else.”

“Whoa, Chiquita. Watch your language.”

I glared at him for teasing me. “I get that bikers live by their own rules and code, and that’s fine. I’m not asking you to change your ways. All I’m saying is if you’re sleeping with me, don’t screw around with anyone else at the same time.”

He gripped the back of my neck and stared into my eyes. “I’m not fucking anyone other than you. I promise.”