bleeding over the polished marble floor and spillin
adn't
re
ght fly open again. Her muscles ached. Her eyes burned. But her body refused to shut down. Every time s
-soft,
flin
dn't open.
orita Rivera. You may walk the
teps
dn't r
idn't
g stirred inside her-cur
eamed. Every painting hung just so. It was a palace-but a cold one. The
ues. None spoke. None looked at her longer than they had to. Elena's ba
ich tobacco.
ollow
the wes
r carved marble angels-faces frozen mid-prayer. The scent of citrus trees h
here
t, cigarette between his fingers like it belonged there. His hair was tousle
turn whe
a Riv
caught in
ew he
tantly guarded. "How
u?" Not "Where am I?" Just that-because fear had turned her
ooked at her. His eyes weren't cruel. But they weren't kind either. They were...
ets. My buildings. Even the rats know bette
allowe
igarette into the grass,
oth, accented but sharp. "You ran
dn't
a hand, si
kno
ad no idea what was happening, that she was just a nurse, that her best friend had been slaugh
her again, lo
in. "Carried out by a freelance enforcer named El Toro, who was hired by so
pped c
ie off loose en
wobbled be
do you kno
o owe me favors. I knew who you were b
aky breath, h
ask to b
eplied, "b
They won't stop. You know that, don't you? The second you step out o
night. Like the moment she knelt
he said quietly. "I didn't
ace. That's
fell bet
es, but even they sounded like whi
back to
n," he said, tone shifting
d. "What ki
ng... degrading, if that
idn't
"No contact with the outside world. No walking out that gate unles
ome your
ecome
ooked
hard to
n seconds, and now she was standing in some mafia king's garden
about it," she
udied
isn't your friend, Elena. Neither is hope. You've alr
eath h
ed in her mind-laugh
n g
u?" she ask
smile, but it did
an Se
ded heavy in
, in the rumors about who really ran the docks, the clubs, the shad
he kne
he whispered again, more
t qui
rifting behind-warm, woodsy, and oddly
he left, heart beating ag
ad taken
l had offere