Elijah Vega.
"The girls are planning to prank us—Rebekah especially. I know that look." Sergio tosses me a lighter. “Water guns, feather, whatever dumb chaos she can cook up.”
“The usual, I bet.” My gaze slides to Rodrigo. He hasn't said s**t since Father signed his life away.
"Why are you staring at me?" He finally asks.
"No reason." I roll my shoulders.
"Let me translate." Sergio flops onto the couch. "He's wondering if you and Abby will be performing your marital duties tonight. I mean, it’s no secret the old man wants a grandchild. Maybe it'll soften that petrified stone he calls a heart.”
Rodrigo stares at the ring on his finger like it's a shackle. “We don’t even know each other. We're strangers."
“Then why didn’t you say no?” I ask, stripped of amusement.
Both my brothers
