LOGIN"Miguel, I'm happy for this moment..." Ximena wrapped her arms around his neck as she cooed lovingly, mixed with the gasp due to the finished 'strenuous action', Just before she could mutter, "I love you," the man murmured in a hoarse voice. "Tan..." Ximena froze. Tan was Tania Roberto, the first love of Miguel Ricardo. Tania hasn't returned to the country, she has stayed abroad all these years. But, just yesterday, she arrived back in Mexico. Moreover, she had sent Ximena several provocative text messages. She wasn't yet over her ex. "Ximena, I'm back! You have to vacate from the Ricardo family! I'm back to take back what rightfully belongs to me." "Miguel and I are childhood sweethearts. Did you think you could replace me in just a few years? Get out! Get back to the streets where you're likely to belong. You're doomed to remain in the streets forever."
View MoreLeo sat at the small table in Alvarez’s hideout, his hands flat against the wood. The room smelled of old coffee and cigarette smoke. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging slightly every time a car passed outside. Dust floated in the air like tiny white insects. He had been sitting there for a long time, staring at the cracks in the floor, but now the words came out low and hard.“I’m done,” Leo said. “This has gone too far. Antonio is dead. You got what you wanted. It’s over.”Alvarez leaned back in his chair. The legs creaked. He didn’t answer right away. He lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and let the smoke drift across the table. His eyes never left Leo’s face.“You think it’s over?” Alvarez said at last. His voice was quiet but carried weight. “No. You know it’s not.”Leo pushed his chair back. The sound of wood scraping against concrete echoed off the bare walls. “You made me part of this,” he said. “I followed your plan. I trusted you. But killing Antonio—killing Cami
Ximmena was wiping the table in the small kitchen. The radio played soft music. Outside, the street was quiet except for a passing car. She had been cleaning since morning. It kept her busy while her father was at the hospital for another check-up. Miguel had gone to buy food. The house smelled of soap and fresh bread.The phone rang on the counter. She dried her hands on a cloth and picked it up.“Hello?”A woman’s voice answered. It was a nurse from the hospital. She spoke fast and careful. “Is this Miss Velasco?”“Yes,” Ximmena said. “Is something wrong?”“Please come to the hospital right away,” the nurse said. “Your father—” she stopped for a second, then continued — “there has been an incident.”Ximmena’s hand went cold. “What happened? Is he all right?”“I’m sorry, I can’t give details on the phone. Please come quickly.”The line went dead.Ximmena stood still for a moment. Her heart beat in her ears. She turned to the television and grabbed the remote. She switched it on. The
Leo drove slowly through the back roads while Alvarez sat beside him. The older man did not speak much. He watched the road and kept his gloved hands folded on his lap. Leo’s stomach felt heavy. He had done bad things before, but tonight was different. Tonight they were going after Antonio, Ximmena’s father, a man who had been like an uncle to many in the old neighbourhood. Leo glanced at Alvarez. The man’s face was calm and cold, like stone. He was thinking of something far away, maybe of the night his wife died.“Are you sure about this?” Leo asked at last. His voice was low.Alvarez did not look at him. “I have waited years. Tonight it ends,” he said.Leo tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “We just need to scare him, right? Get him to talk?”Alvarez gave a short laugh without humour. “You still believe in words. No. Antonio must pay. He was the reason she died. He pulled the strings. He ruined everything. He thought I would forget.”Leo did not answer. The wipers squeaked
Alvarez tapped a finger on a photograph of Ximmena’s father. “Tomorrow,” he said quietly. “The doctor says he comes in for his check-up at nine. We don’t get a better chance than this.”Leo nodded without looking up. His hands moved over the layout of the hospital and the mansion, tracing routes in and out. “Security?” he asked.“Minimal at the hospital,” Alvarez said. “Two men on the door, no cameras inside the exam room. But Miguel is always nearby. He follows the old man like a shadow.”Leo shifted in his chair. “He won’t be easy to get rid of.”“That’s why we don’t,” Alvarez said. “We separate him. We create a gap. When he runs to deal with it, we move on to the father.”Leo raised his eyes. “And if it fails?”Alvarez’s mouth twitched into a thin smile. “Then we improvise.”He pushed a small black bag across the table. Inside were gloves, a roll of tape, and a syringe. “Silent, quick,” he said. “No noise. In and out.”Leo stared at the bag. “It’s a hospital,” he said. “There will






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