The knock came again.
"Hey, dude!" the man called out loudly. "Can you give me a bottle of water?"
Relief washed over her.
He just wanted water.
Nodding to herself, Sofía grabbed a bottle, slipped on a glove, and held her breath as she opened the door slightly, handing it out.
The man took it.
She was about to shut the door
When a hand shot out, stopping it.
The door was shoved wide open.
She was thrown backward, hitting the floor hard.
Horror filled her eyes as she stared up.
Four men stood there.
She recognized every one of them.
The thugs.
The criminals.
The killers who ruled this area.
"Well, look what we've got here," the man with piercings scattered across his face said, stepping inside as she scrambled backward on her elbows.
"A young c**t," hissed the one with a scorpion tattoo curled along his neck.
Tears spilled freely as she kept retreating, inch by inch.
"I always fucking thought she was a boy," the man who'd asked for water muttered.
