You were at a bar with the boys, drinking and having fun. It was the night before you had to infiltrate Lorea’s house and you all needed some stress relief.

“You sure we can trust your girl, Pope?” Frankie’s teasing voice caught your attention. The others started laughing while Santiago just took a sip of his drink, ignoring the question.

“She’s not his girl” the words left your mouth before you could filter them. Everybody’s eyes turned on you and silence fell between them