BOOK 2
Trapped within the iron grip of the notorious Morroto family, Veronica Garcia's fate hangs precariously in the balance. Days bleed into nights in the suffocating darkness of her prison, where despair threatens to consume her spirit. Each pass...
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MYHEELSECHO down the hall as I make my way to Veronica's room. Miguel told me and the guys that she wants to reclaim her position as Donna, so I want to have a talk with her about things. Each step I take resonates with determination, my mind already forming strategies for our conversation.
Pausing right outside her door, I raise my hand swiftly, ready to knock, but my chest tightens suddenly, causing me to cough and put my hand on my chest. The pain is sharp and unexpected, making me take a moment to catch my breath. I try to shake it off, but my chest tightens once more, and I cough again, the discomfort growing more pronounced. Taking a deep breath, I prepare to knock again, but before I can, I hear someone clearing their throat behind me.
I turn around, seeing Nico standing there, a curious look on his face. "You good?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. I roll my eyes, determined not to show any weakness. "Of course I am," I reply confidently, folding my arms across my chest.
I turn around once more, ready to enter Veronica's room, until Nico speaks once more. "Let her rest, she has been through a lot," he says, his tone more serious this time. His words give me pause, and I consider his advice for a moment, realising he might have a point.
I turn to face him, a smug smile on my face. "Big, bad Nico cares for someone, does he?" I laugh teasingly. He rolls his eyes in return, "I don't care for anyone," he mutters angrily, glaring at me. His words are sharp, and his tone leaves no room for argument.
"I know," I roll my eyes unamused, taking a step forward away from the door. As I walk away, my shoulder collides with Nico's on the way. I hear him chuckle softly as I pass, and I can't help but smirk, knowing I've managed to get under his skin.
As I'm about to take another step forward, his voice halts me from moving any further. "What are your thoughts on Veronica reclaiming her position?" he asks. I turn around to face him, raising a brow. "Why do you care?" He shrugs, a smirk lingering on his face. "Curious," he smirks. His nonchalant response sparks my curiosity, but I play it cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's piqued my interest.
"Of course you are," I grin, folding my arms. There's a playful edge to my tone as I tease him. Nico tilts his head playfully, his grin widening. "Are you flirting with me?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.
His question catches me off guard, shaking my head, I look him up and down. "No. I'm just hot and talking," I retort, a smirk playing on my lips.
Nico chuckles darkly before walking closer to me. "Uma gatinha tão mal-humorada." he shakes his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
(Such a feisty kitten.)
A rush of rage consumes me, igniting a fire within as I swiftly grab the hidden blade from my back pocket, feeling its weight and the cold metal against my skin. With a firm grip, I hold it tightly in my hand, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the hallway.
