"Do you remember the way you used to torment María José? You think she'd like to see you now? Begging for mercy like a coward?"
His mouth opened, but the words didn't come. Instead, a pathetic whimper escaped him, and I felt my grip tighten on the knife. I wanted to savor this. I wanted them to drown in their terror.
But I wasn't done yet. Not nearly.
I took a step back, my eyes flicking between them. They were all shuddering now, their bodies taut with fear and their minds racing to find a way out. But there was no escape. I could hear their hearts beating in time with mine.
Ruben, the last of them, started to speak in a broken voice. "Please... please, we didn't mean it... We were just trying to please Luis Miguel, we didn't know—"
I cut him off icily. "Don't. Don't you dare say his name. He's the reason you're in this mess. He's the reason you're about to die."
