Maya
The car ride is quiet, except for the low hum of the radio and the occasional glance Alejandro steals in my direction. His fingers tap against the steering wheel, a subtle sign of his irritation, though his expression remains unreadable.
I reach over, covering his hand with mine. “Don’t let him get to you,” I say softly.
He exhales through his nose, his jaw twitching. “It’s not about letting him get to me, Maya. It’s about knowing exactly what kind of storm is about to hit when Angelo finds out Paolo walked into the house like nothing happened.”
I know he’s right. Paolo isn’t just another brother to Angelo anymore- he’s a betrayal in human form. The wounds between them haven’t healed, and with the way neither of them will back down, I doubt they ever will.
By the time we pull
