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“No,” I iusted to properly make my next case

“So, you’rea littlebully

“Not yet,” I spit Ha! As if I’d ever marry someone like Carlos, I don’t care how rich and connected that chubby brat is

Montoya’s dark eyes dart back and forth between ence in his stare that makes it hard to look away I’m somehow both thrilled and completely overwhelmed by fear He could crush me with his thumb and no one would care

“Do you knoho I am?” he suddenly asks h the underground garage A chill crossesmyself and scurry off to some place warm and private, but I can’t back do, it’s too late for that

“A brute,” I hiss, not sure what exactly I’onize everybody?

“No,” Montoya slowly shakes his head, that evil sedly handsome face “I’m your captor”

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Angel

She puts up less of a struggle than I expected Maybe she really is just looking for a ride ho her hooing back to e to deposit

I don’t buy for a second that she’s Carlos Cuadrado’s future bride, despite all of his father’s wealth and connections, she’s still way out of his league

Sweet light brown sugar skin, tight around the limbs and waist and pluht nose and perfect pillow lips She’s hotter than I reure finally slipped into that faceless silhouette that’s been floating through ala, it hit me like a jolt of electricity

Her The quinceaneras girl Catalina None-of-your-business She’s what’s been rubbingway for the past few days It wasn’t because of André that ht, it was because of this tiny little fireball; the pretty lamppost who stood in my hen I first arrived; the only person at that stuffy event who had the guts to do soe I now hold betweenbike

She’s sh that I can reach all the way around and steer comfortably from my position behind her She’s not dressed appropriately for a motorcycle ride—her thin yellow su wind—but she’s not cowering, or even holding on particularly tight Stupid girl If I crash, she’s going to get some serious road burn

I’h I never do But she doesn’t need to know that