Victoria was leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to compose herself. Seeing her in such a predicament didn’t sit well with Rogelio. He stood next to her, reaching out and brushing his fingers on her arm.
“When will he understand that I don’t want him in my life. He is so obsessed with having a f*****g alliance and for what? To screw me over, the same way he did to me in college? I want him gone” she whispered the last part, but Rogelio was able to hear it.
“If you want him gone, we can take care of that” he said, but Victoria refused.
“Are you still scared of him, Victoria?”
She couldn’t admit it, but she still was. Victoria knew how dangerous Carlos could be, and that always made her hair rise. She didn’t know how she had been able to handle him without
