“Elena?” he said in perfect Spanish. “Is it really you?” She didn’t answer.
His voice softened. “Your mother would be proud.”
“Don’t f*****g name that liar to me,” she roared, raising the gun.
Jax stepped in, weapon leveled. “Step away from the desk.”
But Mateo only smiled.
“Oh! I see, it the great Reaper!. Has she told you, Jax? What Elena really is?” Lena flinched.
Mateo stepped closer. “She’s not just a Vargas. She was meant to inherit everything. The whole goddamned war? It started because some men believe she still has the right to the throne.”
“What the hell is he talking about?” Jax asked.
Lena’s grip tightened. “I don't f*****g know!.”
Mateo’s grin widened. “Now, I remember how I gave you lemon candy, niña. I taught you chess. I held your hand while your mother was running
