"What the fuck is she doing here?" Debby hissed as her eyes shot daggers at the last person she wanted to see. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, it made her glare look even more menacing.
Maria stood between Jane and Antonio with hurt and regret written all over her face. She felt transparent beneath her gaze, it made her tug at the hem of her baggy sweater. She casted her amber eyes on her black leggings and sandals. Maria hated the way Deborah was staring at her with disdain; it hurt more than the fear she felt when she was drowning. Maria took a step forward to explain herself, but Diablo beat her to it.
"Because I want her here," he said, stepping in front of Maria and blocking her view of Deborah.
Debby's bitter laugh bounced off the walls as she tilted her head skywards. She shot Diablo with a disbelieving look. Mockery and hate laced her voice when she said, "After she lied to you and nearly killed us? Really? Is her pussy that good?"
