Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
“I didn’t… I would never…”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” Lucas said smoothly, standing up. He walked over to Sofia, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder. “That’s why my tía is so important. She’s the one with the guts. The vision. She’s the one who understood what needed to be done.” He looked down at Sofia, his eyes dark with command. “Isn’t that right, my love?”
Sofia’s gaze was fixed on the table, on a small, dark coffee stain. The words were a script she had no choice but to recite. “It’s the only way,” she whispered, her voice hollow, devoid of all emotion. “It’s justice.”