“Who said I left marks on Ana’s neck?” His dark brows bounced, voice full of mockery.
I scoffed. “There’s a time to joke, and this isn’t one of them.”
He flashed a crooked smile.
“Did you ever question Justin?” How could he sweep this under the rug?
“What do you think?” he snarled. “That I’m such a douche that I’d let something like this slide? I confronted the bastard. I would’ve killed him but Hernando pulled me off of him. I wanted to rip the fucker’s head off.”
That explained why Hernando was opposed to my involvement with Damián. He knew I was hanging around Justin. It all made sense. He feared I might cause more friction between the two. “I’m surprised Justin didn’t come after you. Any man in his right mind would’ve taken a swing at your face. That makes me wonder if Ana told hi
