He didn't knock, he just walked through the connecting door as though he had every right in the world to barge into her room without an invitation. She guessed he probably did have that right anyway. He was paying for the hotel room. His boss owned Bolivia, the underworld anyway. Which meant Reyes also owned the politicians, the resources, the drug trade, everything. And in a matter of moments Alejandro would own her.
But still…
"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," she told him, her voice slightly hoarse from her screams during the attack the evening before and her crying bout after.
She turned from the mirror to face him. It didn't matter if he saw the entire dress now since he didn't seem to care about tradition anyway. The makeup and hair woman had just left after hel
