Page 19 of Sins & Paradise

As much as I'm against violence, I'm not naive enough to think that it doesn't happen in the world. I saw how easily Lobo was able to get rid of those men in the bakery.

I see how calm he is now when I feel like I'm about to pass out.

Back in Florida, I knew there was no way I'd be able to fight Miguel and win.

But maybe with Lobo, I stand a chance.

Seven

Lobo

They fucking touched her.

Slowly, I place Angela down on the bed and take a few steps back. I don't think she understands just how angry I am. The second I saw Magda run into the compound looking for someone to help, I knew that it was Angela who was in trouble.

In that same moment, I knew that there was something about the mysterious woman that called to me on a deeper level. When I walked in and saw the three of them trying to hurt her in that way, it made two things very clear.

One, the royal bastards needed to quickly remind everyone that we were here to stay and that they would no longer be able to do the same shit they were doing before. And two, that Angela belonged to us.

Now I just had to get her on board with that.

"Lobo, are you okay?"

The words float through the air, and I open my eyes to see Angela staring up at me.

"Really? After all that's just happened, you want to know if I'm okay? When are you going to start worrying about yourself?" I chuckle and do my best to stave off some of the rage I feel flushing through my system.

"I'll live. It's all I know how to do—survive." She shrugs like that was such a huge statement.

I shake my head and place my hands on my waist. Now it's time for some of the hard questions.

"Do you know them? Are those the people that you are running away from?"

"I was just going to ask you the same thing. I've never seen those men in my life. Is that what usually happens around here? If so, maybe I need to think about going somewhere else." She cringes, and I let my head fall forward. Puerto Rico is a charming, wonderful island, but there has always been that element of criminal activity around. Corruption and desperation are etched through the entire island.

"No, I don't know them either, but don't worry; they won't come to bother you anymore," I offer hopefully to help ease Angela's mind.

"Do you do things like that often?"

"What do you mean, do I do things like that often? Things like what?"

"Kill people?" she whispers, and I grab a chair, slide it right in front of her, and take a seat. I want her to see me when I talk to her about this.

"First of all, none of the three of them are dead, which is a shame. And yes, I have killed before, and if I have to, I'll do it again."

She shakes her head and tries to back away from me. "I take it that's a problem for you."

"Of course it is. It's a sin."

"A sin?" My eyes go wide, and I think back over the few conversations that Angela and I have had together.

"You seem to know a lot about sins. What makes you the leading authority on the topic?"

She lifts her chin as if I'm about to challenge her. Depending on what she says, I just might.

"Before I came here, I spent the last few years in seminary school, trying to get my higher education."

English isn't my first language, so there are times when people say things to me that I don't understand, and it takes a few seconds for me to find the correct translation for what she said. It can't be right.