“Do it yourself,” I spit out behind mindless fingers, tapping my mouth. “Do your own dirty work. I’m not your puppet.”
The grunt coming from the doorway prickles my spine with needles of fear. “While the Souzas rule, your family is in danger. One day they’ll be sitting around the dinner table, laughing, and enjoying life. The next, they’ll be mutilated by a bomb blast.”
Liquid regret stings my eyes, the curse of my kidnapping coming back to haunt me. This whole time, I was under Tomás’ radar.
Finally, I learned how to open my heart and mind, growing from a teenage girl into a woman. All the while, he was leading me along like a sacrificial animal.
In my broken silence, Paco strolls closer.
“It will be easy, Carina. Elias has weapons stashed in his tomb. The crazy fucker wanted them as a precaution, just in case he wasn’t dead the first time. No one will ever expect a trusting young thing like you would have the scruples to seek justice.”
He places his palms on my shoulders with a terrifying firm grip. “If you take out the king, your loved ones will be safe. These people are all laughing at you behind your back, Carina. Every single one of them.”