‘What happened with Lucia’s parents?’ I asked Alejandro, remembering her reaction in the restaurant earlier when I had mentioned them.
‘Her mother killed herself when Lucia was eight. She blames her father for her death.’
‘Oh. That’s awful. And was he responsible?’
Alejandro pulled me tighter to him. ‘Maybe? She intended to kill herself. She left a note. I knew Miguel Ramos to be a double-crossing snake, and a cruel and vicious Cabrón. But then he was an enemy of my family, so why wouldn’t he present like that to me? Only from what Lucia has told me, he wasn’t any different with his own family.’
‘Oh, that poor girl,’ I whispered.
‘Hmm. She said her brothers weren’t much better. I don’t know, Alana. Who knows what that kid has had to endure in her life? I hate to think about it.’
‘Me too. Maybe now that she knows she’s safe, she might get help if she ever needs it. You know, like therapy?’
‘Maybe? We have to let her make her own choices though. She’s still a kid, but she’s not. You know what I mean?’
‘Yes, I do. I’m just glad she has a safe home here for now though. Thank you for that.’
He kissed the top of my head. ‘Anything for you, princess. You know that,’ he said softly, but I knew that he was lying. Lucia Ramos was getting through the King of L.A’s titanium armor and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.