SOFIAThe city blurred past the taxi window as I leaned my head against the glass, my eyes burning with tears that I refused to let fall. I hated crying, no matter the circumstances. I hated how it made me feel weak. I hated how it reminded me of that awful day, when Marco Giordano took everything away from me and all I could do was just sit there and cry like a little girl. I hated Adrian for doing this to me, for putting me in this uncomfortable situation where I would feel like I was crazy. But what I hated more was the way our conversation had ended with the yelling, the cold stares, and the way I'd shoved him away like he meant nothing to me. Even now, I still remembered the hurt expression on his face, and I knew immediately that I’d screwed up. But I was still too mad at him to take it back. So I decided to walk away instead. I didn't plan on snapping at him. I’d told myself that I wouldn't bring it up, and that I'd let it go. I kept telling myself that the voice on his car s
ADRIANI tried so hard to keep my temper in check as I stormed through the hallway of Yale's administration building. My fingers were twitching too much, and I had to remind myself not to kill the bastard. It would be hard, but I knew better than to put that kind of heat on me. Not yet, at least. I stopped in front of his office and knocked once. The weight of my gun was digging into my side, but I doubted I would be needing it. After my investigation, I knew Roger Lambert to be a simple, unassuming man with the smile of a devil. After what Sofia had told me, I knew exactly what to expect. And I was looking forward to having a little chat with him. "Come in," he said, clearly oblivious to what was coming for him. The door creaked open as I pushed it in, and he looked up from his desk and froze when he saw me."Mr DeLuca," he said, scrambling to his feet. "What a pleasant surprise, and such an honor to have you in my office. I…I wasn't expecting... please, come in.""Sit," I said, c
SOFIAI couldn't stop replaying Rafe's words over and over again in my head. Adrian was going to kill Hector Alonzo once he found him. And from the way he said it, I knew that this wasn’t something he could just back down from. His mind was set, and I was totally fucked now. Even after Rafe dropped me off at the campus, my head was still a mess. I felt like two sides of me were clawing at each other's throats, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The human side (the one that still had a conscience) recoiled at the idea of handing someone over to die, no matter what he’d done. But the other side (the cold and calculating version of me that wanted to climb into the DeLucas world) whispered that this was the price to pay. I couldn't have it both ways, after all. And besides, he was a scumbag who probably deserved it.But I still couldn’t allow myself to do something like that. It would like sending him to his grave, even if I tried to pretend that I didn’t know what would happen
SOFIAAfter my conversation with Val, I knew what I had to do now. Finding Hector shouldn’t be so difficult now, as long as I would widen my search and focus on places he could be hiding in. My first instinct was South America. It just made so much sense. I mean if Hector Alonzo wanted to vanish, wnd leave nothing behind so no one would find him, he wouldn't stay on the grid. He would retreat to somewhere that he spoke the language, and he could easily slip past law enforcement. He wouldn’t want to go too far, because he would still want to keep his ear to the ground. And since I knew he’d come to the States a few weeks ago, it narrowed my search down significantly. All I had to do was cast the net by switching up my proxy. I dug through customs records and fragmented border logs. I even hacked into some databases that I knew I wasn’t supposed to, and I just let the computer work its magic. Once I allowed the queries to run in the background, I encrypted the route and rolled away f
ADRIANAfter spending the previous day in three different board meetings, I was completely exhausted even after the next day. I woke up with a stiff neck, and I just wanted to lay in bed and read a book or something. But there was still work to be done, and I forced my way out of bed and dragged my feet to the study. I had a mountain of tasks to take care of, and the sooner I got through them, the sooner I could rest. I was halfway through marking up the agenda for the meeting with Governor Ruthford when my phone suddenly lit up. When I glanced over and saw that it was Ramirez, I gritted my teeth in annoyance, because I knew it was something bad if he was calling me. "What's wrong?" I asked as soon as I answered. "You tell me, cabrón," he replied angrily . "It looks like you've got a fucking leak on your end."That immediately caused me to sit up, and I tightened my grip on the phone as I said, "What the fuck are you talking about?""The federales raided my warehouse in Durango th
SOFIAAfter three weeks at Yale, I’d come to realize that the most stressful day was always Mondays, especially in the morning. I had three back to back classes, and the result of that situation was that I was exhausted before noon. I ended up dozing off in Professor Lambert’s class, and he had to ask me to meet him in his office when he woke me up. Part of me wanted to just ditch school and pretend I didn’t know where his office was. After all, I could do without my professor yelling at me for sleeping in class. I’d stayed up all night working on the Alonzo dilemma, and I needed to get back to it as soon as possible. But then again, the best thing to do would be to just get it over with. So I grabbed my things and headed for his office after the class. The office was a tiny, cramped room and it was lined with several bookshelves that smelled like old paper and dried coffee. There was a single window behind him, and the curtains were drawn so the office looked darker than I expecte