Elena
“Elena Torres and I’m here for the Castillo’s,” I repeated myself for the third time. It was surprising how Marvin forgot to mention that his family lived in a gated community, but it was to be expected.
After all, they were loaded, and a family like theirs couldn’t just live in any neighborhood. A few days had passed ever since I agreed to take up on Victor’s offer, and here I was—on my way to Marvin’s house.
The guard lowered his sunglasses and stuck his head through my car window. “I don’t know, but I don’t think the Castillo’s like waiting.” I gave him an attitude. “How about you call them and ask them about an Elena?”
The moody guard had been giving me a hard time ever since I had arrived at the gates. I knew neither my car nor the vibes I gave off were enough for these peop
