Ava's POV Mark joined us, and together, the four of us entered the pizza place, finding an empty seat in the corner of the room.Perez and Mark sat at the booth behind us. Miguel ordered four boxes of pizza to our table and another four to Perez's table. The minute the waitress brought them over, we dug in.“Gosh!” I mumbled as I stuffed my mouth full of pizza. It was just as they said. The pizza tasted fantastic and chewy. I could hardly get enough.A few hours later, I had eaten all my pizza and half of Miguel's. He didn't seem to mind as he kept giving me more until I was so stuffed that I couldn't stomach anything anymore.“I'm full,” I grumbled, pressing my hand to my stomach. Miguel passed me a glass of water, and I took it from him.“Thanks,” I flashed him a grin and took a sip from the glass.“Are you alright?” He asked.I nodded, “Just super full. Can we go home now?” I asked.“Sure.” He stood up instantly, extending a hand to me. He was really sweet, and I liked it.“Time t
Ava's POVI stopped.“Please, don’t leave.” He rushed toward me, grabbing my arm, and I turned to him slowly.Miguel closed the door behind me, hovering over me. My eyes immediately went to his hand gripping mine and the subtleness of that touch sent a delicious sensation up my thighs.His eyes flashed as if he had felt it too and then just as fast as it had happened, he released his grip on my arm, “Sorry.”I didn't move. My eyes drifted to his face, and I sucked in my lips, letting my eyes wander down his broad chest.He was so fucking hot, and staring at him made my lungs dry. My eyes wandered lower, and I caught sight of a bruise just below his ribs. I recognized that scar. He had gotten it from Indira.I swallowed hard, stretching my hand to his body and tracing the scar with the tip of my finger. I raised my head to his face.“Is this where the bullet—”“Yeah,” he cut in with a sweet smile.“Oh,” I mumbled with a frown, returning my gaze to the scar, “I'm so sorry. This is all
Miguel's POV I woke up to Ava sprawled next to me under the sheets. The sun's rays spilled across the room, scattering on her face and illuminating her entire features. A grin crossed my lips at how beautiful she looked. It was like a dream come true —she was a dream come true. I ran a finger through her hair. She was really here. Last night really happened. I caressed her cheek softly, taking every chance to touch her before this moment could slip away. Last night had felt like a dream, and honestly, I wouldn't have been too shocked if it had turned out to be exactly that. I had spent the past few days since she returned here having vivid dreams about her —Sex dreams that were really just a reflection of how badly I wanted her in my bed. I trailed a finger through her hair and down her arm while watching her sleep soundly. My fingertips slipped down her milky skin, and I could notice some movement under her lids. She was a light sleeper, apparently. My finger stopped at her e
Miguel's POVI snuck out of bed early the next morning and ordered something delicious for us. When the food arrived, I set the table and returned to the room to wake Ava up.There was a smile on my face as I headed to the room, knowing how much she would love what I put together, but the moment I got to the room, blood rushed through my pants.Waking Ava up without going another round turned out to be a very hard task to accomplish. She looked so peaceful, innocent, and amazing in her sleep. My cock twitched.Merda.There was no way I would wake her and not kiss those beautiful lips. Considering how many times we went at it last night, she had to be tired. I had to let her rest.She looked so peaceful in her sleep yet so sexy, I would be a monster to ruin it.I just couldn't do it. I couldn't ruin this amazing look she had on her face, so I decided to take a few pictures to immortalize the moment first. I clicked a few pictures, then more.When I was done, I scrolled through the pic
Ava's POVMemorial Garden Cemetery.It sounded familiar. I thought I had heard it before, and I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach as we headed down the cemetery, but I wasn't sure. I had never actually been to my parents' graveyard since their funeral, which was a really long time ago. It had been over a decade, and there was so much I had forgotten in the haze of my grief. Losing my parents at such an age had been tough on me. Aunt Mary had brought me to Chicago shortly after the funeral, and since then, we had never gone back. Chicago just sort of became my new home.Aunt Mary had once mentioned my parents and suggested that I visit their graves. It was a few days before the wedding day. We talked for a long time that night, and I remembered considering making a trip back here after that conversation, but when I mentioned it to Fernando, he turned it down immediately, coming up with an excuse.According to him, he was too busy to leave Chicago, but thinking about it no
Ava's POV Miguel and I had spent the last two weeks visiting the cemetery after that one emotional evening. It was something like a routine because I felt bad that I had never visited them all these years until now. I felt obliged to make it up to them, so I decided to come often and chat with the headstones as everyone did. I was not alone in this.Miguel had been persistent enough to tag along each time, and honestly, It was pretty nice being there with him than being there alone. I was glad to have him by my side.There was also something remarkable about him coming with me besides it being comfortable —being there with him gave our relationship more depth than I could ever put into words.Our worlds were constantly entangled into one, which was relieving in many ways. Miguel had seen me in all shades that even Fernando had never experienced in all his years of knowing me.He had watched me break down so many times and helped pull me back together repeatedly. He knew me better th
Ava's POVMy eyes shot to the small building before us. The beauty blew my mind. Yet it was only a simple diner. “What are we doing here?” I arched my brow.“You'll see,” he mumbled, holding his hand out to me to take it but I was still frozen. “Come on, my hand hurts,” Miguel grumbled, darting his gaze to his hand, “Aren’t you coming?”“Of course I am,” I took Miguel's hand and stepped out of the car, holding his gaze. He smiled and slammed the door behind me before moving beside me.He clutched my hand tighter, “Shall we?” He asked. I turned to him, “Let’s go,” he led me toward the diner's entrance and pushed the door open as we walked inside. It was empty. There was not a single customer inside or anybody lurking around. What was going on? My mind was all over the place. What was he doing?The inside was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, giving it a cozy appeal that made it feel like our own little world. It was really beautiful, and I could not stop grinning as my eyes
Miguel's POVAva was going to be my wife. She made me the happiest man alive. Her presence made my life more meaningful.The world suddenly turned colorful and I found myself smiling more than I normally would.All the days that followed my proposal to her were the most beautiful days. I didn't think I had ever known what happiness really felt until then.I thought I was happy. When I killed people, the satisfaction was pleasing; when I struck a deal of millions of dollars, it was thrilling but nothing was as beautiful as the thought of having Ava for the rest of my life.But that night, as I went down on my knees, my heart had threatened to rip out of my chest when she said yes. Each time I thought of it, my heart still acted up like it was happening all over again. That moment was frozen in my mind, embedded forever and I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to. Ava’s confession and answer had been the highlight of that night and my life. It felt like a dream, but it wasn't. It wa