Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I slowly clapped my hands, walking in. Snidely laughing, “Well, that was quite a goddamn speech, motherfucker. Next time you so much as mention my mother, I promise you, it will be you that’s six feet under.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, not backing down. “I’m not scared of you, Martinez.”
I chuckled, “That much is clear.”
“I’m trying to protect her. Save her fucking life, unlike you, who couldn’t even save your mother’s.”
“You motherfucker.” My fist connected with his jaw before he even saw it coming.
He stumbled a little, catching himself on the nightstand. Standing up and grabbing his jaw, adjusting it side to side. “You son of a bitch.” He charged me, ramming his shoulder into my torso, taking me to the ground. Sophia shrieked, immediately yelling at us to stop. Standing back watching two grown men have it out. I instantly fought back, wrestling around on the hardwood floor for a few minutes, each of us trying to get the upper hand. He was able to get on top of me, getting in a few hits to my face.
“You’re just proving my point, Martinez. That’s how you handle everything, isn’t it? Violence is all you know,” he spewed, pushing the side of my face into the floor. “That’s the life you want for your girl? Is that what you’re going to teach your kids? Huh? You’re an animal. And it’s only a matter of time until it costs you Sophia.”
“And it was only a matter of time until I fucked you up.” I hit him in the gut, and he fell forward. I flipped us over, locking him in with my weight. “I’ve warned you more than once.” I hit him. “Unlike my sister, I know what the fuck you want and it’s not her!” I punched him again. “You don’t want to fuck with me, or what’s mine.” I hit him twice more. “You sorry ass motherfucker. Spitting your bullshit lies in my goddamn face. You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your fucking head right now.”
“I love Amari,” he yelled, blocking another blow.
“Alejandro, stop!” Amari shouted, trying to pull me away. “Please stop! I’m pregnant!”
I froze. Our labored breaths were the only sound in the room. I removed myself from him, our intense, crazed stares never faltered. I stood up, needing to take a few steps back to collect myself. She immediately got down on her knees in front of him, taking his bloody face between her hands. Comforting the piece of shit.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You go to him?” I seethed.
She glared up at me. There was no love for me in her eyes. Nothing.
“Jesus Christ, Alejandro, he’s on the ground, you’re standing. You insensitive prick.”
Sophia rushed over to me, trying to tend to my wounds. I pushed her hands away, not needing to be fucking babied. “I’m fine!” I yelled, startling her. “When?” I retorted, only glaring at Amari, not having any patience left in my body.
“You want to talk about this now? Are you serious?”
“How far?” I snarled through gritted teeth.
She looked down at Michael and then back at me. “A little over three months. It’s why I’ve been so pale and not eating. Morning sickness has kicked my ass. I can’t keep anything down. We wanted to wait until I was past the first trimester to tell anyone. I was going—”
“Did Mamá know?” I interrupted her, needing to know.
She shook her head no. “We were going to tell everyone the day sh-, the day she was murdered,” she announced, choking back tears. “I told her we had a surprise for her after your wedding appointments. It’s probably why she was so happy when she saw us. You know her, she knew everything before we even told her.”
I ran my hands through my hair in a frustrated gesture, wanting to tear it the fuck out. I turned away from her, looking back at Sophia. “Did you know about this?”
She just stood there looking at me, silently confirming what I feared. Michael grabbed Amari’s hand and she helped him up, putting his arm around her neck and leaning on her for support.
Fucking pussy.
“This ends now, Alejandro. He’s just trying to protect her. You should be thanking him, not trying to fight him.”
“Are you that fucking blind?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Amari paused to let her words sink in. “I’m pregnant, and we are getting married,” she revealed, almost knocking me on my ass. “Michael asked me to marry him, and I said yes. We’re leaving, and there is nothing you can say or do about it.”
It was like blow, after blow, after fucking blow to my heart.
I almost fell to the ground, stunned. Watching as she helped the piece of shit sit on the bed. Turning back around to face me again.
“You’re going to be an uncle. I think it’s a girl,” Amari nervously laughed, trying to lessen the tension that filled the room. The air was so fucking thick I could barely breathe. Suffocating in the truth that surrounded us.