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He was in fucking jail.

“I should've known that there was something fishy about that bitch from the start,” Iglesias spat bitterly. “Now we're gonna have to grow up without a fucking brother.”

“Even I had no idea…” Pedro heaved exhaustedly. “She played him so well. Isn't there anything we can fucking do? To get him out of there? To prove his innocence?”

“They had enough for an arrest warrant,” Iglesias seethed, “so I don't think there's anybody getting him out of this.”

I balled my hands into fists, rattling them angrily. Wanting to murder.

I was so angry.

I was so fucking angry.

“What am I going to do without my son?” Mom sobbed. “I raised him so well. He didn't do this... And now he's going to prison for life, for something that he didn't even fucking do.”

“I know, baby,” Dad sighed. “I know.”

It felt like my lungs were constricting on me, and the walls were closing in on me. After everything that him and Sapphire went through. After he saved her from being kidnapped, and was held at gunpoint for her sake. After he tore the world apart to prove his love to her.

This was what she fucking gave him in return.

“Look at what the cat dragged in,” Pedro snarled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I blinked, darting my eyes to the direction that he was pointing at.

She was here.

The audacity of this bitch.

The fucking audacity…

“Hello, Sapphire,” I sneered. “Or should I say, Maya?”

“You've got some fucking nerve showing up here after what you fucking did!” Iglesias roared.

“I just wanted a chance to explain,” Maya mumbled.

“Oh, that's fucking rich,” Iglesias snarled. “We've got nothing we wanna fucking say to you. You thought you could just shimmy your way into my brother's life, hypnotize him with a bit of ass, and then use him at your own damn disposal?” Iglesias broke off his sentence, letting out a blood-curdling scream as he punched his fists into the wall behind him repeatedly, until they cracked open and blood was gushing out of his flesh.

“I swear to you. I didn't want any of this to happen,” Maya pleaded. “Everything I had with Donte was real. I loved him! I can't live without him!”

“You don't know what love is,” Pedro barked. “I can't believe you did this. From the day I saw you at Indigo Limited, I could see the way that Donte acted around you. The way he behaved around you. I backed off for his sake. We could all see how crazy he was about you, from the first damn day he met you. How he would speak about you, and rave about you.

“And this is what you do to him.” A tear slid down Pedro’s cheek.

Maya continued to sob.

“I won't deny that I came to Manhattan on orders from my boss. He wanted me to find out who was behind the murders. I started gathering evidence against Donte at first, but as time went on, I saw things. Like Donte killing a rapist in front of my own eyes, and I got witness statements that told me Donte wasn't involved. And as I got to know him better, I realised that he was a good man. I ended up falling in love with him.

“And from that point, I tried to do all I could to prove his innocence. To find the real man behind all the murders.

“But my boss wasn't having any of it. So I told my boss that I'm leaving the Secret Service. But he didn't take it well…”

Maya broke off her sentence, shaking her head as she cried. I was getting quite sick of this pantomime act, and her acting like she was innocent in all of this, when she wasn’t. Nothing would be able to erase the actions that she’d done. Nothing would be able to rewind time. Nothing would be able to save Donte from prison now. Nothing would be able to erase the way she fucking betrayed him.

“If any of that was remotely true, then why the fuck is Donte behind bars right now?” Iglesias snarled, rolling his eyes. Doing his best to keep himself together, before he ended up doing something that he would regret.

“My boss broke into my apartment and stole all my evidence,” Maya sobbed. “You've got to believe me! I wouldn't frame Donte like this! I loved him so much…”