_ Teaching Luis Miguel’s Group a Lesson

"Right, right. You beat him down. But the real question is, why did you stop only when she asked you to? Hmm? You could've just let it go, but you didn't. You kept going. You're obsessed with her, aren't you?" Hugo's voice was oozing with mischief now.

 I could almost see him waggling his bushy eyebrows at me.

What the heck was he even saying?! Obsessed with who?

María José?! Someone whom I saw as nothing more than a little sister because trust me, she was. I was seven years older than she was for fuck's sake.

The girl is literally a kid. Eighteen!

I cursed and slammed the gear shift into drive. The tires screeched against the pavement as I took off. There was no way I could sit here and let Hugo have the upper hand. 

He had to stop this incessant teasing. Right now.