Untamed

Emelia's surprise was evident, her gaze fixed on her daughter. "But Ryan and Clinton are brothers."

"I know, " Itzel was swift to answer, "And I know he is the legal successor of TINY TESSEL. Which means he has more power and supremacy than Clinton. He is exactly he wild card I'm in dare need of."

"You're walking a fine line here, Itzel. What's your endgame?" Emelia inquired.

Itzel's smile grew just a fraction. "Leverage. Ryan is my wild card, and I intend to use him."

Emelia studied her for a moment longer, the weight of her daughter's words settling in. "You're playing with fire, you know that, right?"

"I always play to win," Itzel replied calmly. "And trust me, I know exactly what I'm doing."

Emelia shook her head slightly, still processing everything. "What in the world are you thinking? What if it back fires?

Itzel stood, her confidence unwavering. "Whatever it is, it's better than what's in your mind. Moreover, it wont."