When Lies Unfold

Chapter 6

When I slideinto the vehicle beside Gordo, my attention’s still seized by that damn casita door.

And the woman behind it.

I can lie to myself all I want and say I didn’t want to leave solely ’cause I don’t trust her. But that’s not the whole truth.

There’s a weird motherfuckin’ pull between us, and I know she felt it too. I could tell when her breath caught in her throat and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

When she didn’t answer my questions—when she failed to give me more insight into who she is beneath the surface—disappointment and frustration were fierce as fuck.

Even stranger is whatever the hell it was that held me back from askin’ about the scars on her face.

I scrub my hands down my face and force my thoughts away from the distraction and complication I sure as fuck don’t need.

My men navigate the vehicle along the rough terrain of the unpaved road while I ruminate over what occurred tonight.

I turn to Gordo. “You told ’em to watch over the house?”

He dips his chin in a nod. “Yeah, boss.”

We’ve got a few men in place to keep eyes on Miss Arias and her little casita. I’m not takin’ any more chances than I already have tonight.

Concern has Gordo’s brows slantin’ together. “All good, boss?”

“All good.” And it will be, as long as a certain tattooed woman holds to her word.

Otherwise, she’ll join the long list of those whose lives I’ve ended.