The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(46)

“Marcos knows cars,” Chuito told the sheriff. “If he says it was that car, it probably was.”

“I guarantee you it used to be blue.” Marcos pointed at the sheriff. “That puta caused the accident. She was trying to run Katie off the road. She was probably jealous. She must like girls.”

The sheriff ran a hand over his face and sighed. “Okay, this is getting more complicated. Let me just follow y’all back inside and take another statement.”

It was obvious he really wanted to be done with them.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this when you saw it a few days ago?” Wyatt asked a short while later as he sat at Katie’s table, writing again.

“No offense.” Marcos took a sip out of the water bottle Katie handed him, when what he really wanted was a rum and coke. “You’re not my favorite person, Sheriff.”

Wyatt arched an eyebrow at him. “So what were you gonna do with the information?”

“Tell Katie. Let her talk to you about it.”

“But you haven’t told Katie your suspicions until now.”

Marcos grinned. “We’ve been busy.”

“Okay, Rivera, whatever.” The sheriff rubbed his face again. “I don’t know how you and Chuito grew up in the same house. Y’all are really nothing alike. You got a mouth on you that would make a saint swear. Chuito’s got more self-control than anyone I know.”

Marcos laughed out loud. He couldn’t help it.

Wyatt looked up curiously.

Chuito kicked him.

Marcos just gave the rest of the statement rather than argue.





Chapter Twelve


Then the three of them sat there shell-shocked after the sheriff left. The only rum Katie had was coconut flavored, but Marcos decided to make an exception. He drank it straight on ice. Katie mixed hers with orange juice.

Chuito drank water as he sat in the chair across from the couch, looking at the two of them. “Wyatt’s right, you know? You two are a catastrophe.”

“Fuck you, Chu,” Marcos said as he glared at his cousin before he turned to Katie. “So much for your two negatives theory.”

“I’m sorry,” Katie whispered, sounding miserable.

Marcos knew the night had been stressful for her, and he couldn’t help but reach over and squeeze her knee. “It’s okay, chica.”

Chuito wasn’t quite so forgiving as he narrowed his eyes at Katie. “You’re bad for my cousin.”

“Please shut up, Chuito,” Katie snapped at him. “I think it’s obvious your cousin can take care of himself. Let him make his own bad choices.”

“Feisty.” Marcos laughed, and leaned over, draping his free arm around Katie. He kissed her and whispered against her lips, “I like it.”

Chuito stood, giving them a disgusted look as he spoke to Katie. “Look, I realize he may have some skills you appreciate, but do you think this thing between you two will last? You think he’s gonna move here, Katie? You think you can fix him? Make him blend? You can’t. Trust me on this. I’ve been trying it for years. Marcos doesn’t know how to follow the rules. Even when it would save his ass, he can’t do it. Trying to get him to fit into your world would be like trying to teach you Spanish. Impossible.” Chuito pointed at her. “You’re a high school teacher, for Christ’s sake. You are one big rule.”

“Don’t call her big,” Marcos snapped at him. “Lush. Sexy.” He liked the sound of that and amended his cousin’s statement. “She’s one sexy rule I wouldn’t mind following.”

“I could learn Spanish,” Katie added defensively. “For example, right now I think you’re being an enormous pendejo when we’ve already had a very trying night.”

Marcos laughed again. “That was Spanish.”

“Ay Dios mio.” Chuito turned from them and ran both hands over his face and through his hair. “Great plan, learn Spanish from Marcos. Let’s see how well that works out for you in public. That was one of the nicest words in his vocabulary, chica.”

“You are being a pendejo,” Marcos couldn’t help but point out. “Big-time.”

Chuito glared at him. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen?”

“No, you can’t.” Marcos drained the last of his drink, deciding there wasn’t near enough alcohol in this coconut mierda. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Now, Marc.” Chuito’s dark gaze glowed with fury. “We have other shit to discuss.”

“Chúpame el bicho,” he said to his cousin before he turned to Katie. “You want me to translate? I don’t mind repeating it.”

“Don’t say yes.” Marcos eyes were still narrowed as he said to Marcos in Spanish, “It’s actually a serious situation. Can I please speak to you?”

Marcos huffed in frustration. “Fine.”

“I’ll take a shower,” Katie said when he squeezed her hand and stood. “Meet you in bed?”

“Sounds good.” Marcos followed Chuito, but then turned around and watched Katie walk off. “She has the nicest ass,” he told his cousin in Spanish. “And she’s waxed. Did I tell you that? How sexy is that?”