Six

MARGO SANCHEZ POV

The door to Miguel's apartment opened and he gasped as his eyes roved over me. He looked over my shoulders, checking to see if anyone was behind me, and when he saw that it was just me, the fear that had shown glaringly in his gaze dissipated slowly, giving way to fury. 

"What the hell happened to you" he yelled then yanked me into the building, slamming the door shut behind me before turning his angry eyes on me. His gaze raked over me in disbelief, a wild panicked look in his eyes. 

"I have been calling you all morning after Eve ran off from here but you ignored every one of them... Did she call the cops on us... I told you this whole plan was a fucking bad idea"

I gaped at him in disbelief and he made a face, pissing me off than I already was. "Are you fucking blind... Do you not see my appearance right now... is this some kind of sick joke to you" 

"No, it's not! But what does your appearance have to do with anything huh? Did you take up painting? Is this some sort of new hobby that will help us in court when Eve rats us out!... Eve is gone Margo, right now, she could be at the freaking station giving a fucking report"

"No, she's not" I got out and Miguel paused, his eyes really taking me in. "She's not going to ever report us because I might have accidentally pushed her off the fucking cliff" I confessed, yelling in frustration and Miguel froze, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. 

"Are you messing with me right now?" he asked, his eyes searching mine frantically. He whirled away from me, his hand dragging through his hair and catching a fistful before he turned on me. "What the hell do you mean you accidentally pushed her!" He yelled.

"Exactly what it means. We were arguing and then things went out of hand... She was threatening to call the cops on us... it was an accident... I really did not mean to push her"

Miguel looked like he was losing his mind. "Fuck! Fuck! And you came here. What the hell did you come here for? I cannot go to jail for murder Margo. How could you do this to me" he groaned, throwing his hands in the air. 

I wanted to scream but ended up gritting my words out Instead. "She's fucking dead so there's no way we're going to jail". I took a deep breath then grabbed Miguel as he started to pace. "I came here so we can get our story straight... you need to be on my side Miguel, if we're going to get out of this, you need to do as I say"

He yanked himself from my hold, putting some space between us, but I reached for him again, pulling him toward me. "Stop being difficult Miguel! We can only get out of this if we work together" 

"Work together? I fucking slept with Eve.. I took pictures... I even painted her... I am fucking screwed if the cops get here and find all of that stuff"

I let go of him slowly. "You took pictures of her... You painted her" I screamed and he gave me an Incredulous look.

"What the hell are you getting mad for" he asked and my hand crashed against his face.

"You said I'd be the only one you'd ever paint or take pictures of and all of a sudden you have pictures of Eve"

Miguel grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into my flesh and I cried out in pain, but that didn't loosen his hold, instead, it got him even angrier. "You must be out of your mind Margo. We are about to go to jail and you still have the time to get jealous. I never wanted to do this to Eve... You roped me into your bullshit by making all those threats about exposing my drug problems and now you fucking killed someone!" He yelled and shoved me off. 

I looked around the room in fright. "What the hell do you think you're doing screaming like that"

"This is my house Margo and I'm pretty sure you know I am the only one who lives here so you don't have to fear anyone hearing this ugly conversation" he rubbed his hand over his face. "God damn it! I should have known this was going to end disastrously"

"What are we going to do Miguel... We are already in this together... We need to figure something out"

Miguel stared at me, then roared, punching at the wall and making me jump in fright.

"What the hell do you think we should do huh? Raphael was here last night so I had to knock him out and make it look like he took part in what went down, even got some pictures to prove it... Do you think he's going to collaborate on whatever story we tell? Fuck. He already threatened me just this morning... Once the cop comes, he's going to tell them everything he knows"

Fucking Raphael. I guess he was the guy Eve was going on and on about. "Did you say you have pictures of them?" I asked, and Miguel nodded, a curious worried look on his expression. 

"Let me have them. All of them. If we are ever going to get away with this, someone has to take the fall for everything. Raphael's father's a billionaire... I am sure he'll do everything it takes to get him out if he ever gets sent to jail"

"And how are we going to pin all these on him".

"Because it will be our words against him. Also I have Eve's phone, and I already used it to send her suicide message to my phone".

Miguel gaped at me, his jaw almost touching the floor. The look of judgment in his eyes had my chest burning. 

"I did what I had to do so do not fucking judge me you rapist" I yelled and he winced, his eyes clenching shut as if I'd punched him. "Are you with me or not, so help me God, I am ready to do this without you, and trust me, you're the one who is going to get the worst punishment out of all of us" 

He drew in a breath and then let it out. "What is your plan".

"You just have to do everything I tell you to and we'll be safe, got it? Now here's what we are going to do" I told him and he nodded, listening attentively.

********

When I got home, the cops were already there and Mother was back. Miguel was with me and I met his eyes as we sat in the car. "You can't go back on your word"

He nodded and I took my phone, going directly to the message that Eve had allegedly sent to me.

I yanked open the door, almost tripping on my face as I rushed towards the house.

Mom saw me and her eyes widened in alarm. I could feel Miguel following after me.

"Mom! I think something is wrong with Eve. She sent me a message telling me that she was going to kill herself cause some guy sexually assaulted her" I got out, my voice quivering and my hand that held the phone trembling badly.

The cops and Mom both stood up and then one of them was snatching the phone out of my hand.

"Are you sure about this" Mother gasped, her eyes moving furiously in her eyes sockets.

"I told you, ma'am. Miss Eve came back covered with a bloody blanket and she was also naked... She left in a hurry and I tried to stop her but I couldn't" the maid cried out and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. All the theatrics just because she was being given a chance to talk. 

"Don't worry ma'am. I am sure we are going to find her. This might just be a spur-of-the-moment message and she's probably on her way home right now"

"What do you mean she's on her way? We can not waste any more time. She said she was going to jump off the cliff... Don't you think she'd have done it by now since she's not back? What if...what if she's already dead" I got out then flinched hard as thunder struck above and all of a sudden it started to pour. 

My words were filled with enough panic that they geared the cops into action. The leader called for backup and we were soon on the way to the hill, the rain hindering our progress. Everything was perfect because I'd forgotten about the blood that littered the top of the hill from when I'd hit her on the head, but with the rain pouring so hard, there would probably be no evidence left. The heavens were really on my side, weren't they? 

Her car was the first thing we saw when we got there, and the cops quickly rushed out of the car, climbing up the hill while I cried and my Mom tried to calm me down.

They couldn't find her or her phone and even though they planned to organize a search party, I knew the only thing they would find would be her dead body, and even then the gash on her head would be a result of her ghastly fall. 

I smirked into my mother's blouse. Killing Eve had been oddly refreshing and if I had a chance to do it again, I would without a moment of hesitation. She thought she was a billionaire, that the world was at the tip of her finger, well not anymore. Her spot was mine now, and no one was ever going to take it away from me.