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No, sir I’m not interested in those chiselled pecks, or those broad shoulders, or his bulging biceps I’m definitely not interested in his thick red lips or that dark stubble around his sharp jawline, and countdimples

I am not interested!

It’s all I can telluards that are so darkly dressed and ht as well be muscular shadows

I distractin the luxury of the veritable palace Master paintings and portraits the size of movie screens line the white and red walls that funnel me down to my destination Every turn and corner is od or another Most of the doors we pass are closed, but the ones that are open provide a gli crystal chandeliers,alleys, they all screaht

This should all be mine already, I huff to myself I was always destined to live like this, like a queen—sure, a cartel queen, but still a queen Now, I’el who preys on the poor and the weak

Well, I may be poor, but I’m not weak; I’ll teach him that the hard way, if I have to

I straightenoff the fear A huge set of double-doors are pushed open before me and I’m led into a vast open space the size of a ballroom

Angel is nowhere to be found Instead, an awfully si on the varnished counter of an extravagantly tall liquor cabinet The shiny jewel encrusted piece is so big it almost looks like a small church Bottles of spirits and booze of all kinds line the shelves like Christhts

“Thanks, boys,” a wispy but confident voice hisses fro under all the alcohol “I’ll have her back to my brother in no time at all”

Dante My heart clenches and an icy chill wipes out all of the unwelcoel had forced into me earlier

The guards turn their backs to us and uard like the statues we passed in the halls For some reason, I don’t think they’re here to protect me from Dante

“I thought it ht be you” the words slither from the thinner brother’s slie to swat thenizeHe really is thinner than Angel in every single way—he’s got a scarecrow body, pencil-thinIf Angel spent a year stranded on a desert island, then maybe the two brothers would look houl to Angel’s beast

“Have we ernails are long and sharp and there’s so about him that makes me think he’s slashed more than his fair share of women with them

Angel’s clearly dangerous, too, but the older brute makes me so hot I just can’t help but spit fire Dante’s reptilian coldness, on the other hand, risks freezing oing into hibernation right about now

The younger Montoya brother feigns injury at ers across his chest and takes a teasing step back, like he’s just been shot