Page 64 of Dancing with the Devil

I mustered my best smile before dropping it as I poured myself some juice. I placed the bottle back in the fridge, sipping my juice as I left. “Antonio seriously needs more respectful hookers,” she groaned and I froze, turning to look back at her.

“Yes, he does,” I nodded in agreement and her head snapped toward me. Her eyes narrowed in on me and I could tell I hit a nerve.

“You’recallingmea hooker?”

“If the shirt fits,” I shrugged my right shoulder. I finished my juice, and walked over to the sink—where she was standing.

“You’re accusing me of being the hooker?” she asked, grabbing my arm. “If anything,princess, you’re the one who’ll beout soon enough,” she tightened her grip on my arm. I grabbed onto her wrist, meeting her deadly gaze.

“I don’t think Antonio would appreciate you putting your hands on his fiancée.”

When she realized just how serious I was, she looked down and as soon as she saw the ring she let go. This time, I grabbed her wrist, and twisted her arm, making her squirm.

“Try it again and I’ll rip your arm off myself,” I warned. “Tell my fiancé I headed out if he asks,” I smiled. I grabbed my bag before walking out of the kitchen.

As soon as I reached the front door, I heard Antonio’s voice behind me. “Where are you going?” he asked as I opened the door. Without turning to look at him, I exited the house.

“Out!” I replied, shutting the door in his face.

* * *

After a breakfast and lunch that went by smoothly with Jordan, I was thankful to finally get back to the house. I needed some peace and quiet.

“You old wrench!”

My head snapped up as I entered the house, hearing scuffling.What’s going on?

“I told you to prepare something cute and romantic, not friendly and frantic!” a woman whisper-yelled. It was coming from the living room.

“Mr. Antonio is engaged,” I heard Rosalia fearfully say. “Having something romantic would be inappropriate—” she got cut off with a smack and my eyes grew wide.

I hurried into the living room to find the woman from this morning with a deadly grip on Rosalia’s arm.

“Now, you listen here…” she began but I rushed over, pulling Rosalia from her hold, and wrapping my arms around her.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” I snapped, feeling Rosalia tremble in my arms. “You’re so dead,” I seethed letting go but Rosalia stopped me.

“No miss, please,” she pleaded and I looked over at her. She saw the confusion on my face and spoke again. “Mr. Antonio is very fond of Miss Fernandina,” she murmured. “If you hurt her he’ll be extremely upset with you.”

“Rosalia, she hit you,” I shook my head. I didn’t give a damn who she was or what she had. All I knew was that she just put her hands on Rosalia and I’ll be damned if I did nothing about it.

“It doesn’t matter,” Rosalia shook her head.

“But she hurt you,” I tried once again reasoning with her.

“Serves her right,”Fernandinascoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “If the witch had listened the first time, then maybe—”

I cut her off with smack and my jaw clenched. “She is old enough to be your mother,” I seethed.

She placed a soothing palm on her cheek as anger ignited in her eyes and she slowly stepped towards me.

“What is going on here?” Antonio asked, entering the living room and Rosalia’s head snapped to him. She tried moving but I held her still.

Ignoring Antonio’s question, I turned to face Fernandina. “If you so much as touch a single strand of hair on Rosalia’s head again, so help me God, I’ll beat you until not even your own mother recognizes you,” I warned and her bottom lip began quivering.She’s not actually thinking about—and cue the tears.

A stream of tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.What is she doing?She grabbed Rosalia’s arm, pulling her towards Antonio and they stopped at his side.

“Antonio she’s crazy,” Fernandina cried. “I came downstairs for some water and saw her hitting Rosalia,” she explained and I crossed my arms over my chest.She’s not seriously pinning this on me, is she?