“Just ask Jefe to borrow his phone. I’m sure he’ll let you. Y’all seem super close these days.”
“Yeah, we are.” I smiled and went to the door. “I’ll ask him. Thanks for the help.”
“Sure, Silvi, anytime.” Her calling me Silvi was cute.
Disappointment weighed down my heart. I was desperate to learn what happened to the nuns. I dragged my feet down the hall, then was suddenly jerked by the wrist and pulled into a room.
“Ah!” I yelped.
“Quiet!” Yoli’s hand covered my mouth. “Someone will hear you.”
“What are you doing?” I asked through her hand.
“Are you going to be quiet?”
I nodded.
She removed her hand. “I heard you talking to Letty.”
“How did you hear us?”
“I have ways. Why do you need a phone?”
“Why do you care?” I didn’t trust this woman farther than I could throw her.
“I don’t really. Just curious. Maybe I can help you.”
“According to Letty everyone’s phone is monitored, so you can’t help me.”
“What if I told you I could help you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “How?”
“First tell me why you want a phone.” She stared at me smugly. Why would Yoli offer to help me? She had to be up to something.
“Okay. I wanted to check on two friends of mine.” The less information the better. I wouldn’t want her to be able to use something against me.
“What friends? You don’t seem like the kind of person to have friends.” She laughed, snorting through her nose like a pig. The sound took me aback. Like how could an attractive woman make that sound? It was so gross.
“Are you always this rude? No wonder Jefe—” I snapped my mouth shut.Don’t go there, Vee. Don’t get on her level.
“Finish what you were saying, or I won’t help you.”
“You forget that I didn’t ask for your help.” I rolled my eyes. “But if you insist, men prefer a sweet girl, not a puta.”
Her hand flew out and slapped me across the face.
“Ouch!” I yelled. “You’re crazy! You don’t hit people just because you don’t like hearing the truth!”
“I will do more than bitch slap you, cunt!”
Her words stunned me. How dare she call me that word. Women shouldn’t treat each other so cruelly. We should support and build up, not bitch slap or call names.
The door flew open, and a furious Jefe entered. “Don’t ever touch her again.” He raised his hand at Yoli, and I darted in front of him.
“Don’t!”
“Move,” he growled.
