Ava's POV“I'll go get you a drink,” Miguel suddenly offered and left us alone.Awkward silence filled the room as I tried not to stare at the little girl for too long.We barely knew each other, yet the way she looked at me was as if, she knew me in another world.“I think you should sit,” she suddenly said breaking the silence.My brows raised and for a second my brain went blank before her words replayed themself.“Oh! Yeah. Thanks,” I settled into Miguel’s seat. “So what's your name?” I asked.“Gracie.”“I'm Ava,” I whispered.“I know,” she said with a smile.“You do?” I raised a brow.“Yeah. He mentioned you.”“He did?”“Mmh. Mmh,” she nodded.“What did he say?”Gracie opened her mouth to speak when Miguel returned, and that was the end of it. We spend the next hour talking about Gracie’s love for elephants, colors, and all sorts.By the end of the conversation, I was certain the little girl loved Miguel to death, and he loved her, and honestly, I knew I'd love her, too. I was b
Ava's POVThe DiAngelos were the enemy? I couldn't believe it.My heart drummed in my chest, and my entire body trembled as I stood there, rooted to the ground at the sight of them. I couldn't believe this, nor did I understand it.They were CIA agents, and yet they were at this party. It didn't make any sense. I swallowed the bile that had settled in my throat and darted my eyes to the broken champagne glass on the ground. Everyone was staring at us —at me.“I'm so sorry,” I gushed and held my dress up as I attempted to crouch and clear it up, but Miguel stopped me.“Leave it. The cleaners will get it,” he looked at me carefully, concern etching itself on his face as he pulled me aside, “Are you okay?” he asked with a hand on my shoulders.My eyes darted to the DiAngelos, who were now glaring at me, and I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Did this mean they were never actually CIA agents? Did this mean they fooled me?“Ava,” Miguel jerked me out of my thoughts, “Are you okay?
Miguel's POVPerez held the burner phone in his hand, examining it carefully. He had been looking at it for over ten minutes, and I was now on my third joint.“You found this in your bedroom?” Perez asked for the fifth time, glancing at me, and I nodded again, holding the cigarette away from my lips briefly.He looked at it again, “And you're positive it belongs to her?”It was the same set of questions over and over again and it was starting to piss me off. “I think so,” I said through gritted teeth.He sighed, twisting the phone in his hand, “How did you find it?” he asked.I removed the joint from between my lips and pressed it on the ashtray, “It doesn't matter.”Perez frowned, and I faced the ashtray, watching the ash as I recalled how I found the burner phone. I found it under our bed a few days ago. To be precise, I found it the day after she went missing at the mall, and I have held onto it since then.I had suspected that something was going on with her from the night befor
Ava's POV“No. It's not!” I exclaimed, getting to my feet.I couldn't understand how he could be so chill about this. I just told him everything that I had been hiding from him. I was expecting some reaction. I expected him to get mad and yell at me or something, but instead, he was smiling.I couldn't understand it. I couldn't understand him. “How can you be okay with this? I just told you they sent me here to kill you!” I screamed the words at him.“But you didn't,” he muttered, folding his arms. He looked almost amused as he stared at me and I hated the way my heart reacted to that.“But I could have,” I insisted in a lower tone.“Yes, you could, but you didn't. I'm still here because you allowed it,” he said and shrugged, cocking his head a little, “I'm sure they know that too. You have been careless.”“Careless!” I echoed and smirked, “I spared you, dumbass!” I exclaimed, getting riled up again.“Dumbass,” he chuckled, “That’s a first,” he grinned, and I glared back at him in r
Miguel's POV“This doesn't sound like a good idea,” Ava complained for the umpteenth time, folding her arms as she paced the room.She had been pacing for so long, I was starting to get dizzy, watching her the entire time.“It's a good plan,” I insisted with a smile."I agree. It's a great plan," Perez agreed with me. “She's going to know. This is a terrible plan. She’s not stupid." Ava cried out.“Trust me, I know her well. She will fall for it,” I said, sounding very convincing.“You know her well?” Ava repeated, “How well??” she asked, and I sensed something in her voice that made me feel hesitant.“We grew up together,” I answered.“And she had a little thing for him too,” Perez joined the conversation and laughed.“She had a thing for you?” Ava asked, looking stunned.I frowned, wishing that the idiot with us would keep his mouth shut instead of rambling nonsense.“That was a long time ago. It is out of context,” I defended glaring at him.“That's so not true. It did matter to h
Miguel's POVThe darkness only lasted for a second."Miguel!" Ava yelled.Time stopped.Indira’s face turned morbid as her gaze fell on me, but the blood gushing out of her like a fountain, made it impossible for her to speak. One DiAngelo down. One more to go.I moved my gun to Lino, but before I could pull the trigger, he vanished.The Diangelos men began to shoot at me, and I yanked Ava into a corner, pressing her to the ground as bullets began to fly. My men attacked, and gunshots echoed through the air.I grabbed Ava by the wrist, taking the opportunity to get her away from the crossfire. I placed her in my vehicle and took her to a safe house where Mason was waiting.“You're bleeding,” she pointed out, staring at the blood stain on my shirt as I stopped the vehicle.I looked at myself, suddenly remembering the shot Indira had fired. It burned. But Ava didn't need to know that.“It's fine. It's just a scratch. How are you? Are you okay?”She shook her head, “You saved me. You w
Miguel's POVThe elevator opened finally, and we stepped out.“Perez. Help out Ava,” I said, and he looked a little shocked by my request.But he did it anyway, “Let me help.”“No, it's fine. I can do it—”“But you don't have to. Let me help. Besides, he must weigh a ton,” he insisted.“Thanks,” she accepted his help, and together they hauled Nando down the hall.Once we arrived at the doctor’s office. I told the rest of them to wait outside while I went in to speak to the doctor. Dr. Ken was a doctor and a friend of mine."I want you to help him. Give him the best treatment you can offer. Bills on me." It was painful even saying the words, but I had to do it for Ava's sake.She was right. I did enough harm to her. I couldn't afford to do more. She deserved to be happy.If that Idiot staying alive made her happy then I had to keep him alive —for her sake.“Are you sure?” Ken asked, “I heard he was more of a foe than an ally,” he added, “And you want me to take care of him? It doesn't
Ava's POVMiguel's last words to me stung like bees. They were like quicksand, slowly sucking me into a puddle of pain. How dare he say that he didn't need me anymore after everything we've been through?And why did those words hurt so much? I veered my head to the elevator, catching his gaze for a second before the door closed, and that was it. Just like that, he was gone.I couldn't move, and my heart felt like it was collapsing on itself. It hurt so much more than I ever thought it would.My eyes pricked, and I could feel a tear threatening to slip out, but I held back. I brushed my hair behind my ear and took a final look back at the elevator before heading to the emergency ward to wait for Fernando.I was worried about him even more now that he had lost an eye. I still couldn't believe Miguel shot him in the eye. It had been the most unexpected incident, and my body was still trembling out of shock.Although, I think the shock was probably more of Miguel leaving like that. I wo