Reel Love

08 AI

Ana sat on the couch in Alma's apartment, her voice shaky as she recounted every painful detail about Kane. "He used me, Alma. The whole thing was a setup, and I feel like an idiot for not seeing it."

Alma's expression darkened with each word, her jaw clenched tight as her fists balled up at her sides. She paced back and forth, like a storm waiting to break. "I swear to God, if I ever see him again..."

Ana gave a half-hearted chuckle, trying to ease the tension. "It's not worth it, Alma. I just want to move on."

But Alma stopped dead in her tracks, eyes blazing with a dangerous mix of fury and determination. "Move on? You don't get to just 'move on' after being played like that. That asshole thinks he can mess with you and get away with it? No. Hell no."

Ana blinked, unsure whether to feel comforted or concerned. "Alma..."

Alma was already grabbing her jacket. "I'm not letting him off that easy. He's going to learn what happens when you mess with my sister."

Twenty minutes later, they were parked outside Kane's apartment complex. Ana stayed in the car, watching with wide eyes as Alma walked right up to Kane's car, her entire body radiating menace. She pulled a bag of sugar out of her jacket pocket-where it had come from, Ana had no idea-and unscrewed the gas cap with practiced precision.

"Alma, what are you doing?!" Ana whisper-yelled from the passenger seat, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Teaching him a lesson," Alma hissed, her voice ice-cold. "This is for every lie, every smirk, every damn second he wasted your time."

As she poured the sugar into the gas tank, her face was set like stone. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Alma was on a mission, and Kane was about to feel the full weight of her wrath.

Before they could leave, the door to Kane's apartment swung open, and out stepped a girl-a new one. She looked at Alma and Ana with suspicion, her hands on her hips like she owned the place.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped, taking a few steps toward them.

Alma turned to face the girl, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "You might want to step back before this gets real ugly."

The girl sneered, squaring up to Alma. "He's with me now. You need to back off."

Alma's lips curled into a menacing smirk as she slowly approached the girl. "Sweetheart, I don't give a damn who he's with now. This isn't about you. This is about him thinking he can toy with my sister. And if you're smart, you'll walk away. Now."

The girl didn't back down. She stepped closer to Ana, her eyes locked in a challenge. "Why don't you get over it? Kane's mine now, so-"

Alma moved so fast, it was like watching a cobra strike. Before the girl could finish her sentence, Alma had her by the collar of her shirt, yanking her close. "Listen here, bitch. I'm a girls' girl. Normally, I'd feel sorry for you. But if you come for my sister, I'll bury you. So turn around, get inside, and shut the hell up before I make sure Kane's not the only one paying for his mistakes."

The girl's bravado crumbled under Alma's terrifying gaze. She stumbled back, wide-eyed and too scared to even mutter a response.

That's when Kane appeared in the doorway, frozen in his tracks as he saw Alma towering over the girl like a predator. His face went pale, and for a second, he actually looked scared.

"Ana-wait a second, we can talk about this," Kane stammered, holding up his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean for things to get this bad."

Alma's eyes snapped to Kane, her voice sharp as a blade. "Talk? The only thing I'm gonna hear out of your mouth is how you plan to stay the hell away from my sister. You're lucky I'm just wrecking your car and not wrecking your face."