"My name is America"
"America? Aren't we suppose to choose city names"
"Honey, I don't need a small city name. I'm an entire nation."
Amelia is Sergio and Andrés' sister and despite her young age she started robbing art galleries,jewleries and banks...
A/N: Double update!! Today is our mans birthday so I decided to update on this book too. Seriously I think i'm having an unhealthy obsession with Rodrigo de la Serna😍😍
Anyway enjoy the chapter!!!
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The drive and long road up ahead was driving me crazy especially since Martín wouldn't shut up through out the entire trip. This had the be the longest i've been trapped with him and how I wanted to just open the car door and jump out but Sergio would probably beat me or lock me in the back. Inside the car were about four of us and we would take turns. It was mine and the entire time I had my grip tightly against the steering wheel when he spoke again.
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"So is anyone gonna comment about how our driver is driving so slow? At this rate that stupid Tokio is gonna beat us." Martín comments which makes me roll my eyes but I stay silent and focused on the road ahead of me.
"I've been here the entire time you stupid idiot!"
I hear a smack from the back and my mouth falls open when Tokio smacked Martín on the back of his head. Martín who was next to me quickly undid his seatbelt and turned around almost hitting me with his boots when he tried to attack Tokio.
"You bastard you're gonna make us crash!"
"Martín! Stop it with the childish acts." My brother said grabbing him and Raquel only rolled her eyes and moved aside to not get hit.
"What did you just bitch?! Say it to my face."
I angrily glare at the back of his head and smacked him. I turned uo the volume listening to my black metal music to try and block the shouting but it didn't work unfortunately.
"The fuck is this?" Martín asks suddenly calming down.
"Music." I plainly tell him.
He begins to chuckle and shaking his head, "You Americans have weird taste."
"For your information, you idiot, Americans didn't invent metal. Norwegian's did." I see him reach ahead the radio and changes my song.
"Hey!" I reach my hand out but he smacks it hard and I pull back quickly cursing at him.
"Trust me i'm doing us a favor."
I hear a familiar tune and everyone begins humming to the song which is Elvis Presley's biggest hit Can't Help Falling In Love With You. This song brings me back so many memories.
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I nodded my head to the beat and smiled when I looked ahead and saw my brother dancing with his now wife Tatiana. Today is their wedding and the only people who could attend it were my other brother, Martín, Bogotá and Marsella. It was kinda awkward being the second woman there especially since I had to dress up nicely which isn't something I often do and like.
