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1 " My story is going to make you fucking hate me "
― M. Robinson , El Santo (Saint-Sinner, #1)
2 " I’m far from the hero in this story. I’m closer to the villain. You will think of me as the villain. Except, I’m far worse. I’m the fucking monster. And, I’m perfectly alright with that. "
3 " I killed. I tortured. I played fucking God while I was rotting in Hell. "
4 " It was the first time in my life I ever felt… Fucking important. Come hell or high water, no one could ever take that away from me. It was mine. Along with the future of what I’d become. El Santo… "
5 " NO!” the mother shrieked an ear-piercing scream that would forever haunt me. That night and his words would change who I was, and everything I believed in for the rest of my life. It all started with… Four simple words. “We make them pay. "
6 " It was then I locked eyes with my father, his stare begging me to forgive him. To have mercy on him too. "
7 " You promise… you promise you’re not going to hurt me? I’m safe with you? From the monsters…” For the third time tonight, it felt like I took another bullet to my goddamn heart. So, I simply replied, “You’re safe with me, Muñeca. "
8 " I once again drove to the only home I’d ever truly known. Just after two in the morning, Rosarío opened the door startled, blinking away her sleepy haze. Being woken up by me for the second time that night. She took one look at me and then down to the little girl covered in dried-up blood, who was hiding behind my legs. Her face tucked into her doll and the baby chicks. Rosarío didn’t hesitate, instantly greeting, “Come in. "
9 " I followed Damien into the house he brought me to, trying to keep my tears at bay. Scared he was just going to leave me here with some strange woman and I’d never see him again. I didn’t know why I felt such an emotional attachment to a man I’d only just met. "
10 " Shhh…Muñeca. I’m here. Shhh… It’s okay, I’m here.” In that moment with him, something told me that for the first time in his life… He didn’t feel so alone anymore either. "
11 " Only because she doesn’t know any better. I fucking lost my shit on her today, Rosarío. I screamed at her. I scared her. I was maliciously cruel for no fucking reason, other than the fact that I couldn’t shut it off. The man I am, the same man I vowed to never let her see, "
12 " When he wrapped his protective arms around me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, I expressed, “I love you,” for the first time into the side of his chest. Feeling as though he needed to hear me say it, more now than ever before. It was only then I truly understood why Damien never asked me about my nightmares… He didn’t have to. He lived them too. "
13 " You can’t promise this girl protection forever. What’s going to happen if Emilio sends you somewhere else? Huh? To another city or worse, another country on the other side of the world? Who’s going to take care of her then? What about your future wife? Your kids? Do you have any idea the life she’s going to have without you? "