He grins. Then his smile disappears. ‘You don’t like me?’
‘You like Him.’
“Him? You mean Austin? Eh …’
His nostrils flare at my response. ‘Why?’
‘’Cos he’s nice. He’s a good man – pleasant, intelligent, educated … a gentleman.’
‘He must be gay.’
‘He’s not gay! He just … dresses nice.’
‘He is your sister’s husband. How you do this?’
I drop my gaze.
‘He got a baby.’ His voice is edged with reproach.
‘You getting all moral on me? You?’
Cords appear in his neck.
‘What? You gonna kill him now?’
‘Don’t you dare. Be nice for once.’
‘Yeah, good, nice. You know …?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’
He shakes his head. ‘Teach me.’
‘Si. Teach me how to be good, nice.’
I stare at him. ‘Why? Why do you want to be nice now?’
He drops to his haunches and stares at the ground. Then he looks up at me. ‘Imatired.’
He shrugs. ‘This life. I want to be good. Teach me how to be nice Payton,’ he says softly. ‘I want to learn how to be good.’
His words surprise me. ‘Teach you how – that’ll take decades. I don’t think you’re teachable.’
‘Si?’ His disappointment is visible.
I nod but then I feel really bad. ‘You really wanna learn how to be nice?’
He looks me in the eye. ‘For you.’
He suddenly looks so vulnerable and sincere and even human, that I feel a little sorry for him. I don’t know why I’m feeling this way considering he’s such an asshole, but I do.
‘You swim good.’
‘Swam for University of California, Los Angeles two years in a row,’ I brag, treading water.
He nods and raises his busy eyebrows. ‘Time to go now,’ he says softly.
This is the first time we’re actually having a conversation and I realize I’m no longer afraid of him. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. Frankly, if he kills me, he’ll be doing me a favor.
I slowly emerge from the water and accept my dress from him. ‘Gracias.’
He helps me into it and steadies me when I stagger.
I giggle and accept his help.
We walk back to our villa in silence. He walks me into my bedroom. I stand in front of my bed and look at it.
The bed rises and hits me in the face.
When I awake, I have trouble remembering, like very drunk people usually do. But I remember him saying something about wanting to be good. Did I hear correctly or was it a figment of my inebriated imagination?
Link to Gringa:
I was twenty-one, a sassy college student who took crap from no one. While holidaying in Mexico, I was accosted by The Devil of Mexico called Diablo and shot, because the s.o.b. mistook me for a spy.
I survived, only to encounter him again months later. How’s that for luck?
Furious and sick of all that I’d been through because of him, I slapped him, told him to go to hell and braced myself for the bullet. He could shoot me – I no longer cared.
But, to my surprise, he became fascinated with me and blackmailed me into becoming his woman. He’d slay the entire village that sheltered me, if I rejected his proposal.
He was Kong, hairy, tattooed from fingertips to face, with scary ass piercings, blood-shot snake eyes, a ruthless killer and above all, he was my murderer – how could anyone expect me to say yes?
To save the village I had to.
He took me by force, terrorized me into submission and made me his. To make matters worse, I had to put up with his ruthless, backstabbing family who hated me and wanted to kill me.
I despised the bastard and I told him that. Spark flew. Fists too.
But, the more I rejected Diablo, the more he wanted me.
At times he wanted to kill me because of my insolence, but other times he just wanted me to love him.
I was his Gringa and in an attempt to get my love, he began to change for me. Drastic changes that made me laugh at him at first, then made me curious.
As the days went by, I found myself drawn to him and I began seeing him differently. When I found out about his past, everything changed.
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Obsessed with me –Book 2
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My Brother, My Rival (Book 2)