33
Santiago
Angelo removes a flask from his jacket pocket, taking a drink before he offers it to me. When I smell the smoked scotch, I help myself as well before returning it to him.
"I didn't expect your visit to last so long," I say. "Have you been here all this time?"
"No." He shakes his head. "I have been up North, gathering information. Which is what brings me to my visit. I have some accounts I'd like you to look over. I need to know who opened them. There is no one else I trust."
"You never have to ask," I assure him. "My loyalty is never in question. Provide me the details, and I will trace everything I can."
He nods stiffly. "I will deliver them to you personally before my flight leaves at sunrise."
"I take it you won't be staying for tonight's events then?"
He scans the room, shaking his head. "No. I just came here to see you."
"Very well. Then I will let you make your escape. I'll expect you in the early morning hours."
He dips his chin, returning to the fray just as quickly as he arrived, vanishing within moments. I take my leave after him, seeking out my sister and my wife. But before I can find them together, it appears Ivy has found me.
She approaches me with a feline smile, pushing me back into the darkness with a firm palm against my chest.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
Her response is to drag her fingertips up the nape of my neck to curl into my hair, grabbing a handful as she leans up on her toes to brush her lips against mine. The unexpected kiss renders me temporarily paralyzed, and she takes advantage of my shock, smearing her blood-red lipstick across my mouth as she forces her tongue between my lips.
It's aggressive. Violent. And strange.
I’m kissing her back without a thought and thinking of what else I’d like to do to her tonight. But something about her sudden change of mood makes me question her motives. It starts as a small irritation, and quickly evolves into full-blown paranoia. When I grab her by the hair and pull her away from my face to examine her, the room seems to tilt. I blink slowly, trying to comprehend what I'm seeing, but she is little more than a blur as my hand falls away from her. Everything around me appears to sway as I try to find balance, and before I realize what’s happening, I’m grasping at my chest. My heart is a hammer against my ribs as I stumble back, attempting to catch my breath. Sweat beads on my forehead, and a piercing pain stabs through my skull as I fall onto my knees, gasping for air.
I can’t breathe.
Someone screams, and then there are low murmurs as I collapse onto my back, body convulsing against the hard marble. The last conscious effort I am able to make is to force my lips apart, trying desperately to suck in air. But none comes.
My head lolls to the side, and the life begins to slip from my body with one last fleeting thought. My wife truly is a Moreno, and she just gave me the kiss of death.
34
Ivy
I spend the next ten minutes sitting on the lush velvet couch in the bathroom, listening to the sound of music and laughter and people coming from beyond the door. I know I have to get back. He’s definitely missing me by now, and I’m surprised no one is banging the door down.
Reluctantly I get up, look at my reflection, and reapply lipstick, a deep red that I’m sure my mother would approve of. Mercedes made sure I took the tube with me so I could freshen up. She doesn’t want me looking bad. It would make people talk, and since I’m a De La Rosa now, it matters, so I smear it off with the back of my hand. A small rebellion.
I hear another gong, and with a groan, I go to the door. But just as I get there, I hear a woman’s scream, the shrillness of it sending a chill through me that stops me in my tracks.
Mercedes?
I turn the lock on the door and twist the handle, but when I do, nothing happens.
Loud voices and another scream pierce the strange silence that seems to have fallen just beyond my door.
“Santiago?” I call out, a panic seizing me as I try the handle again only to find it jammed. “Is anyone there?” I cry out, banging on the door, trying the handle again and again to no avail.
Something shatters outside like a server has just dropped a tray of crystal champagne glasses.
I yank off my mask and throw it to the floor.
“Mercedes?” I call out, my purse slipping to the floor as I bang with both fists. “Santiago!”
I bang and bang, but I chose this bathroom because it was the farthest from the room where long tables were set for dinner, so maybe there's no one here.
“Someone let me out!” Just as I say the words, I turn the handle for the hundredth time, and this time, it gives, and I’m not expecting it to so when the door flies open, I stumble backward falling against the wall.
I straighten, then run through the door to where a crowd of people have gathered. Where someone is barking orders. I know the sirens I hear are coming toward us as I shove my way through, knowing I have to see. Feeling deep in my belly that whatever has just happened is very bad.
And when I get there, when I see, I can’t process right at first.
Mercedes is screaming. She’s on her knees, and on the floor is a man, and I know it’s him. I don’t even have to see the discarded mask, the strange skull he wore. Like a dead man’s mask. Like the ink on his face.
“Santiago?” My eyes fill with tears as I put my hand on someone’s shoulder to push them out of the way. To see.
And I do.
I see his pale skin. His dark eyes unfocused, then closed.
“Santiago?” I ask again, my voice a whisper.
He doesn’t respond, but Mercedes hears me.
I shift my gaze to her, the venom in her eyes almost making me topple backward.
“You!” she hisses, pointing her finger at me.
I shake my head, open my mouth to speak. To explain... but explain what? The medical crew rushes in. People follow Mercedes’s accusing gaze and turn to me, and then there’s a sound, a thud in the distance, and in the next instant, the room is plunged into darkness, a black so solid, so thick the women around me scream, and I feel hands on me, clutching me, nails digging into me as chaos breaks out.
The dark and the noise are dizzying, the look on Mercedes’s face before the lights went out terrifying. That on Santiago’s indescribable.
Dead?
No. It can’t be. He can’t be. Not Santiago.
A beam of light illuminates the space where his body lies. I try to push through to get to him. To see for myself.
“No pulse,” a man says, his voice carrying over that of the crowd.
No pulse? They can't mean that.
“...start compressions...”
I open my mouth. I don’t know if it’s to scream or call his name or to tell everyone to get out of my way. He can’t be dead. He can’t. But there are too many people. And just when I’m about to shove hard, something wraps around my middle. I’m pulled into a man’s grasp, arm like a solid steel bar circling my ribs, crushing them as I’m lifted off my feet, the lights blinking once, twice coming back on just as I’m taken from that room to another, this one deserted.
The man sets me on my feet, and I stumble, then turn to face him. He’s wearing a dark cloak with a deep hood that he pulls back to reveal a masked face like all the others.
My mouth goes dry. The sound from the other room background now. White noise.
No, his mask isn’t like the others.
His is one of menace.
I cringe away, turning in a desperate attempt to find an exit, seeing only the door behind him as he stalks toward me, backing me into a corner.
“What do you want?” I scream when my back hits the wall.
He doesn’t speak, though. Instead, his fingers come to my jaw, an iron grip. My hands claw at his forearm, but it’s no use. He’s too strong. And one jerk of his wrist is all it takes for the back of my head to smash agai
nst the wall.
That’s when he steps backward.
When I stumble forward.
Stars dance before my eyes, and the room spins.
I reach out to steady myself, but there is nothing to hold onto, only air. He’s saying something but I can’t quite make out his words as my knees buckle, and I drop to the floor.
That’s when I feel his hands on me. Powerful arms lifting me. The room going black around me, arms hanging limp and useless as he carries me out of the compound and into the night.
* * *
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