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THE BLOOD LOSS WAS GETTING TO ME a bit as I pushed myself up from the ground, stumbling back and gently bumping into the table.
"Alright sweetheart, let's see if we can patch you up, huh?" I heard Seth ask from behind me, causing me to glare back at him.
I blew some hair from out of my face as I held my bloody arm. "My name's sure as shit not sweetheart Gecko."
He scoffed, a smirk on his stupid face. "What is it then, firecracker?"
"Rowan Garcia, I want you to remember that so you'll always know the name of the woman that sent you to hell."
Seth put his hands up in false surrender, still not wiping that everlasting smug look off his face. "Damn Row, can I call you Row?"
"No."
"Eh, I'm gonna do it anyway, so Row, I'm gonna need you to wrap this bandage around your arm there before you bleed out on us and border patrol comes in to see a dead Latina on our floor, got it?"
I clenched my jaw, staring in his dark eyes for a moment before snatching the gauze out of his hands with my newly freed arms.
Seth scoffed. "You know what, I'm not even gonna ask how you got yourself loose, clean up your arm and put a jacket on." He demanded.
I just gave him a funny look before trying to wrap the bandage around my arm, turns out not so easy with just one hand.
He let out a little laugh at my obvious struggling. "You need help with that Row?" Seth asked mockingly, his eyebrows raised.
I looked up at him thorough my hair, a challenging look in my eyes. "I wouldn't need help with anything if your puta brother wouldn't have shot me."
His face got serious as he ran his tongue over his lips and pointed at me. "Watch it." He furrowed his eyebrows. "And if you don't recall honey, you shot me first, I say we're even."
I huffed at him, sitting still under his gaze.
"He'll come for me you know." I said dangerously as I kept my eyes locked on the linen bandages.
"Who?" He squinted.
I raised my eyebrows and looked up at him. "The rinche you punched in the face, who the hell else do you think?"
Seth scoffed yet again. "Your little boyfriend doesn't know where we're at, and unless he has a chip embedded in your thick skull, I think we'll be just fine."
My face turned up into a grimace. "My 'little boyfriend' is my cousin you dipshit, and don't underestimate the power of Fredrico tracking down his blood, he never seems to fail at it."
I retorted to the man with a tilt of my head. It was a curse sometimes the ability Freddie possessed to find me, I knew that all too well.
"We'll see." Seth responded shortly, differing his attention from me to Jacob, who he began criticizing and mocking as he did to me, this is one classy guy.
