Falling with Grace - Page 182

What?

Did I hear that…

I launched into thehall, my leg limping as I spun her around by the upper arm. “Say that again?”

“Say what?”

“What you just said.” Red fed through my vision, darkness settling in my mind as I squeezed her arm, causing her to wince. “Say it again.”

Her eyes widened as she jerked her arm, but I only held tighter. “I didn’t say anything.”

I wrapped my other hand around her throat and pressed her into the wall, her voice squealing beneath my palm.

“Elias stop. You’re scaring me.”

Javier breached the corner. “Jefe, what’s going on?” He placed his arm between us. “What are you doing?”

I set my jaw tight, my molars grinding into one another. “Ask her what she said.”

“Nadia?” He turned to her, confusion written on his tattooed face. “What’s he talking about?”

Her hands wrapped around my wrist, a subtle shake to her head. “I don’t know.”

A deep rumble emanated from my chest. “Lie to either one of us again, and I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Her gaze bounced between us as Javier stepped away.

“How did you know Grace was taken?” I bared my teeth.

“She’s not here.” Her garbled words tumbled out of her compressed throat.

I loosened my hold. “She could be in her room.”

“I assumed you would have toldtu mamáthat.”

“Bullshit.” I pulled her closer, our faces a breath away. “You said she deserves what he gives her. Who ishe,Nadia?” She shook her head, and I gripped her tighter. “Remember that precious tongue of yours…”

“I don’t—”

Her.

I pulled away from her, her pulse hammering against my palm. “It was you?”

Javier stepped in. “What do you mean it was her?”

“She’s the one who’s been feeding information to Andrés.”

Nadia shook her head. “No…” I squeezed harder, allowing the thoughts to form in my mind.

“That’s a stretch, Elias. Come on, lether go.”

Shesaw the General’s pictures. She walked in while Grace and I were going through it. She must have seen the shipping records on the table—always asking me what I was working on…

How did I not see it sooner?

“Sofia Torres…” My voice turned rough around the edges. “The dead whore…”

Who is Sofia to her?