Cuco’s pov;
I stared at her for a while, replaying what she had said and then I pulled my arms away from her.
I wasn’t sure I could trust her yet, but I was willing to listen to her. She sounded pained, and broken.
“Explain,” I said. “And don’t you dare lie to me, Gina. Else…” I let the threat hang.
She sucked in a breath. “Fernando lied to me. About everything, about you. About Gonzales, about Maldini. He used me to pass messages, to listen, to watch. To steal your money”
At the mention of my money, I felt something dark stir in my chest. I wanted to hear all she had to say.
“Go on.”
“When things started falling apart,” she continued, “when you disappeared and the city went crazy… he changed. Became paranoid, violent.” Her voice cracked. “I stopped being useful to him, he told me
