Santiago’s pov
I’m standing up now, arms crossed over my chest, puffing and making myself bigger when she looks at me and has a sultry smile like we are going to f**k when she just acted like the biggest b***h ever.
“Alma, what the f**k was that?” I don’t yell, and she stops the few steps she has taken toward me and starts to giggle again like she is really proud of making Molly cry. I can’t believe this is the same girl giving me a stare-down for being mean to Nolan just a while ago.
“I just made things clear for her: if she keeps this s**t up, stalking you, having intimate moments with you, I’m going to f**k her up.” She has come to the last few steps up to me when I give her a deep dark sight. She really isn’t sorry.
“I already told you I don’t love Molly! Just you, is that so f****
