"Open the door. Open the fucking door. Aight, just remember I ain't want it to go down like this."
Before I could even fully process his statement a gun shot rang out causing me to scream. Another loud bang proceeded after the shot, too scared to o...
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India POV
"Rio I am going stir crazy in hereeeee. It's been two weeks, the least you could do is let me outside." I whined taking a long drag from my wine glass, well bottle would be more accurate. Which is also made of glass.
"The least I could do is nothing."
I immediately cut my eyes at him. He's such a fucking smart ass. "I hate you."
Rio looked down at me over his shoulder from his place at the stove, "I know you do, come here." He set down the spoon next to the pot of pozole verde (de pollo) he had been stirring.
"I'm not trying to do this with you right now." I rolled my eyes scooting away on the kitchen island where I was sitting only for Rio to trap me between his arms. "Seriously move."
"Why?" He cocked his eyebrows together, dipping his head down so our lips were only inches apart.
"I bite. Like I said, move." I cut my eyes at him.
"Damn mami, I thought you knew? I'm into that." That signature smirk took over his face and I immediately felt the urge to smack it off.
Then a thought crossed my mind, I can smack it off. So that's exactly what I did. I couldn't help but let out a satisfactory chuckle watching Rio's head whip to the side in shock, and took that opportunity to hop down from the island, pushing past him towards the kitchen exit.
"Nahh chiquita, you gotta be quicker than that." Rio tsked from behind me before grabbing me by my waist. The food he was supposed to be cooking evidently long forgotten about.
"Please don't hurt me. I was kidding, don't be dramatic it was a love-tap."
His deadpanned expression told me he wasn't buying a single-bit of what I was saying. "If i was gonna hurt you I would've done it already, no?" He spun me around so I was now facing him. Roughly taking my jaw into his large hand he squeezed slightly. "So say you're sorry and then you can be on your way."
"I'm sorry." I quickly grumbled out accepting defeat. He doesn't do well with jokes, got it.
"That's not the apology I want."
"Excuse me?" I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion but Rio only continued to stare at me expectantly as if he was waiting for me to go. I'm honestly at a loss here. I don't know what else he expects me to say.
"Apologize. And do it correctly this time."
Realization immediately flooded my eyes. Absolutely not. This nigga has me fucked up. "You are seriously twisted in the head Rio. I'm not saying that."
"Hmph." To my surprise he simply made some sort of incoherent grunting noise before releasing me from his arms. "You'll be saying it one way or another India, believe that."
