LORENA
“I thought you were married already,” the words escaped me.
“I have a mistress, but she won’t interfere.” He chuckled like he just said the most entertaining joke.
“Your husband and son, on the other hand. We will have to take care of that.” Then he chuckled, displaying his yellow teeth. “Roberto will take care of that, won’t you?”
I kept my face stoic. I couldn’t show any emotions to these people. I knew men like Santos Snr . They relished in destroying what people loved. Just like my mother. Just like my father.
I have to kill Roberto. It finally made sense why I saw Roberto in my mom’s dressing room backstage alongside my father.
My lips pressed tightly together, I held his gaze. He wanted to see me react. Well, he had another thing coming. I wished he’d hold his breath waiting for my reaction. My back stiff, I refused to even blink.
He finally looked away, bored expression on his face as his eyes shifted to Ella.