María José hadn't moved from where she sat crumpled on the floor. Her shoulders were still trembling and her hands curled into fists in the dirt. I could see her lips pressing together in a desperate attempt to hold herself together, but the single tear running down her cheek betrayed her.
I tilted my head, watching her with mild curiosity, as if she were some fragile little thing on the verge of breaking—because she was.
All of this because of Axel. Know that, María José. Know that Axel did this to you. He marked you and now wanted to marry your sister.
He played with your feelings like it was a board game.
Perfect.
Just then, a commanding voice boomed from behind.
"What is going on here?"
Ah. Don Diego. Axel's worst enemy and one of the most corrupted men in the pack to whom I planned on teaching great lessons.
