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❝𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕, 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚠❞
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That night, after confronting Angel Reyes and exiling him from her presence, had been a short one for Mila.
Just after he had taken off, she'd spent around an hour sobbing into her arms that rested on the steering wheel, and ultimately letting all of her pent-up emotions out in the form of salty droplets that ran rivers down her cheeks.
By the end of it she didn't even know what in particular she had been crying about anymore, believing that she shouldn't of needed to release so many emotions if she didn't hold any for Angel anymore. So, she just spent the next hour sat staring into nothingness and letting her mind rest in the peaceful lack of thinking.
Then, finally, she'd driven back to the vacant clubhouse, locked the bedroom door and collapsed onto the inviting sheets of her temporary bed. Instantly succumbing to the deep sleep she'd long been needing.
On the other hand, Angel's night couldn't have been longer.
After an hour of hiking across the sandy plains, he eventually navigated himself to where he should have been all along - Vicki's.
The second his sweaty and fatigued body crossed the threshold into the brothel, women latched themselves onto him - he'd proudly staked his claim of being the most talented in the bedroom long ago to all of the prostitutes there - though, he wasn't in the mood tonight. He brushed the girls off and had made his way to the three men looking particularly worn-out from the night that had just begun, who were sprawled out across the couches in the corner of the house, away from the other Mayans.
Coco was first to notice the dishevelled state of the taller Mayan that had just walked in, "Mierda, carnal.. ¿Qué, dejaste que los coyotes arrastraran tu trasero a través de la frontera y de regreso?" [Shit, buddy.. What, you let the coyotes drag your ass across the border and back?]
Angel's face remained stern as Gilly and EZ turned to look at him as well, "We need to talk. Outside. Now."
They all remained baffled by Angel's serious attitude as they took a few steps away from the house's back porch, congregating together in a small circle.
"Mila knows." Angel had his arms folded, his glare remaining firm as he looked at all of the other men.
Gilly's forehead gained several more creases from the lack of substance to Angel's statement, "About what?-"
"About us and Adelita and Los Olvidados." All three pairs of their eyes widened while Angel tried to keep his voice down in an aggressively harsh whisper, "She knows fucking everything."
