Page 26 of Chaotic Curse

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“Hey!”

The door has opened, and Belinda stands there.

“Bee,” I say, “where’s Natalie?”

“She said she had a dinner date.I told her it was okay to go since you guys were home.”

Vinnie hides his computer monitor.

“Yeah, of course, sweetie,” Raven says.“Come on.Let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll get you a snack.”

Raven looks back at the rest of us, nodding for us to continue.

“So, the soccer game?”Robin says.

“That was the initial plan, but apparently Vega caught on and the assassin—who I trust implicitly—had to get his hands a little dirtier than originally anticipated.He had to break his neck.”

“Are there any more pictures of the body?”Robin asks.

“No.This is it.He was cremated shortly after.”

Robin cocks her head.“Are you sure this is him?And that he’s dead?”

“I trust my people,” Vinnie says.

I nod.“I trust Vinnie too.He saved me from my father.”

Robin smiles at me.“I can’t even imagine everything you’ve been through.”

I’m not sure what to say to that, so I just smile.But it feels forced.

Vinnie goes down my list.

“Do you know if any of these people are still alive?”he asks me.

“I can’t be sure, but I think Marco Ramirez, Dietrich Klein, and Isabella Valentini are all alive.”

“Isabella?”Robin says.

“Yeah,” I say.“The one woman.She was at least comparatively kind to me.”

“We can probably rule her out as a suspect,” Vinnie says.“Women don’t tend to be murderers.”

“Oh no.”Robin shakes her head.“If this woman was associated with Daniela’s father, she’s just as capable of evil as the rest of them.”

Vinnie sighs.“My future sister-in-law is right, as usual.Daniela, did any of these people take a special interest in you?I mean, kind of like Vega did?”

I shudder at the memory.“Vega was the most frequent.”

“He’s dead,” Vinnie says.“Anyone else?”

I frown.“There was this one guy.He didn’t take my virginity, but he took my innocence.And then he came back a few times after that.”

“Which one was he?”

I swallow, remembering being forced to my knees, having a dick shoved down my throat.Choking, gagging.

I look up.“Hernando Reyes.”

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