Kiss_Bang (Lost Devils MC #1) - Madison Faye Page 0,26
that sweet little culo, too, no? Maybe I fuck her ass and make her say my name, no?”
I get to the door, looking right through the bars at Manuel. Red mist clouds my vision, and something primal and medieval boils inside of me.
He chuckles again. “Maybe after I fuck that rich-bitch pussy, I let you smell my finger—”
That line spray painted on the floor? They use it to know where to stand—where the length of my reach is. Except, there’s one problem—a flaw I’ve let them sit on, and fester with, for years, just waiting.
…The line is about seven inches too close to my cell door.
I’ve been waiting for this, and it’s good.
My hand juts out, and the look of pure horror on Manuel’s face when I grab his throat is sweet as hell to see. He even glances down to see that his toes are an inch behind the line, and he knows he fucked up.
“Hush—”
He doesn’t get the word out. I yank him hard against the bars, crushing his nose and knocking out his front teeth. He starts to scream, but my other hand clamps his jaw shut.
“Hey Manuel,” I growl right in his face, my eyes narrowed and locked with his wide, terrified ones.
“I’ll see you in Hell.”
One twisting yank of my arms, and he’s done. He slumps to the ground, and I’m instantly yanking the keys from his belt. This time though, I’m not coming back here.
This time, I’m done.
And I’m taking her with me.
Chapter Twelve
Catalina
“You keep her locked in here like a bird in a cage!”
“Elena, enough!”
“It’s not enough! You need to hear it, and she respects you too much to throw it in your face like she should.”
“Elena, please!”
“She’s not a child, Jorge!”
“She’s my child!”
“And she’s not Danielle, either.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, resting my head against my father’s office door at the sound of my mother’s name from inside. He and Elena were arguing when I walked by, and while part of me knew I should just keep walking, when I realized they were talking about me, I stopped.
“She’s…” My father trails off and mutters something under his breath.
“She’s all I have left of her, Elena,” he growls darkly. “And I will keep that safe, even if it means keeping her here.”
“A rose doesn’t last long in a vase, Jorge,” my aunt spits back. “She needs roots, and sunlight, and freedom. What are you so afraid of?”
My father scoffs. “Elena, you’re smarter than that. Look at me. Look at the empire I’ve built. You think my enemies wouldn’t stoop to hurting her to get to me?”
“I’m not saying she needs to hitchhike across America or anything!” Elena snaps. “But, something! She needs friends to socialize with, and boyfriends!”
My dad swears loudly.
“She does, mi hermano. She’s twenty-two, for God’s sake. She’s not a baby.”
“Boys are shit, Elena.”
My aunt snorts. “As if I don’t know that?”
"So?”
“So, they’re not all shit. And sometimes, a girl needs to feel desired. She needs to feel like someone wants her.”
The room is silent, and I chew at my lip, my pulse racing.
“Jorge,” my aunt sighs. “Give her something to build on—something to make her own. What is she going to do here? Lay around all day and watch your disgusting fights at night?”
“And spend time with her father!” my dad hisses. “And want for nothing and live a life of luxury and ease! Si, Elena! That is what I want for her!”
“And what does she want, hmm?” my aunt snaps back. “Have you even asked her?”
“She went to school,” he growls. “She was allowed to go to college, in that filthy, dangerous city.”
“She had four bodyguards, two drivers, a chef, a full-time cleaner, and lived in a penthouse over Central Park, Jorge,” Elena mutters dryly.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” My father yells.
“It is! She was in college! She was supposed to be spending time with friends her own age, and going to bars, and meeting people—”
“And studying! And staying safe! And not getting raped or murdered in those filthy streets!”
“Ay-yay-yay! Jorge! The world is not full of monsters!”
“Yes, it is.”
My father’s voice is strained and quiet.
“And I of all people know it, Elena, because I’m surrounded by them. I do business with them,” he snaps. “So believe me when I tell you, the world is overrun with monsters.”
They’re silent for almost a full minute, and I almost start to walk away, before my aunt speaks again.
“You need to ask her what she wants, Jorge. Maybe it’s