Angela scoffed, though it wasn’t in amusement. “You’re joking, right? All you should be saying is ‘thank you’!”
Diego crossed over to her, standing less than an arm’s distance away. “’Thank you?’” he asked, incredulously. “Do you understand what you’ve just done? You’re not just his prisoner now. You’re a drug mule. Is that what you wanted? Was that your big plan?”
Angela raised her chin at him in defiance. “My plan was not to see your brains spilled out on the sidewalk.”
“Death would be better than this,” he grumbled, moving away from her abruptly. He crossed to the small table and kicked over one of the chairs.
“Don’t you dare say that,” she answered, her voice low and filled with emotion. “You have no idea how much pain you caused when you left. Your mom didn’t speak for weeks. I barely got out of bed for a month!”