“Do you think I do anything without having a good reason for it?” I press. “She needs to understand that I call the shots here. She thought she could keep my child from me. I need to show her that comes at a price.”
“So that’s what this is about?” Mama asks. “You’re trying to teach her a lesson?”
I narrow my eyes. “She needs to know who I am.”
“I think she already knows,” Mama says coolly. “But for the record, I think you’re going about this all wrong.”
I roll my eyes. “You want me to play nice? Try and win her over?”
“It might be the smartest way forward.”
“It’s f*****g weak,” I snap.
“You’re confusing Camila with one of your lieutenants,” Mama says. “She’s not an enemy whose fear and respect you need to earn. She’s the mother of your child. And she may very well be the mother of y
