Lucien's pov-
I snarled at the weak man in front of me. blood dripped from his bust up lip, His eyes swollen as dark purple bruises instantly spread across his face.
I took a quick shower before deciding on having an early night, I was exhausted I barely slept a few hours a night since I've been hereWrapping a towel around my body tightly I opened the bathroom door.I abruptly stopped coming face to face with Carlos standing on the other side of the door.My heart was pounding in my chest. I didn't hear him come in."Jeez Carlos you scared me" I let out, holding my hand to my chest as if to calm my rapidly beating heart.It was evident to me that he was angry. The clenching of his Jaw and fists by his side was the evidence of that.My eyebrows furrowed together. Why was he looking at me like that?"Carlos?" I questioned.The room was silent and I was growing nervous by the second."Your brothers are beco
Carlos's pov-I stood there my body so close to María's as I looked into her beautiful green eyes. She was mesmerizing, A beauty.In the past few weeks that she has been staying with us I have learnt that she doesn't just have beauty on the outside but also on the inside.I can now see the attraction my idiotic cousin has towards her. It's not just him I can see she intrigues my men also.For men like us she's an angel and for a man like me she somehow keeps the monster inside of me at bay.Before I had met her I never thought that it was possible.She affects me in a way no woman has ever been able to do, for the life of me I couldn't explain it.I can see I affect her too, the way her body reacts to my touch.The way her breathing has turned heavy as her lips slightly part.
Nicolas climbed on top of me cradling my body to the floor, restraining my arms tightly in his left hand.I struggled against his hold.Pressing his lips to mine yet again as his free hand roamed over my body.I sobbed and cried, struggling beneath his weight. Fighting and trying so hard to push this man from me."Please Nicolas stop" I pleaded shakily as he trailed his lips across my neck.His touch was rough and his biting and sucking on my neck hurt.My right hand broke free and I clawed at his face with all my might."YOU BITCH! " He spat with a clenched jaw.The next thing I felt was pain spread across my eye.I cried out in pain as he banged his fist down on my face again and again, before bringing them down on my ribs with
Carlos's pov-I can't believe I let this happen to her, She didn't deserve this.By the time I got María to Dr.Jonah she was sleeping in my arms, passed out from the beating she had received.I gently placed her on the bed and kept a close eye on her whilst the doctorchecked over her injuries.He cleaned up the cuts and blood from her face before he began lifting her top up. "Don't even think about it" I spat through my teeth.What does he think he is doing? Does this man have a death wish?"Eh," He stuttered, turning his head to face me. He was nervous and so he should be.The doctor cleared his throat "Sir I need to check for any more injuries. From The skin showing I can see she has bruising to her stomach" He paused. "May I check?" He asked.I clenched my ja
For the past few weeks me and Damon would take turns on watching over María whilst the other attended to the business. One would work whilst the other watched over her."I should kill you right now, Because of you Nicolas beat her to a pulp and almost raped her if I hadn't stopped him" I spat out. The anger boiling up inside of me was beginning to be too mu
I know it's none of my business but I am curious to know why he wasn't at his post.Damon smiled down at me sheepishly
Marcellus had always acted like my uncle. He was my dad's best friend and out of respect me and my brothers called him uncle, it was a rule set out by my father."Father what the hell is going on? " Carlos demanded."Father?" I questioned, No! Oh lord wtf!"Yes this man is my Father Princesa" He said, eying his father with suspicion."You are a García?" I questioned again in disbelief.Carlos nodded his head in confirmation Without removing his death glare from his father.WTF! I can't deal with this.. Carlos is Lucien's brother? They are the same age? How can that be?I guess that would explain how Carlos reminds me of Lucien so much but I did not expect that! How could I have ever put the two together?How is it that neither me, My brothers or Lucien and Marcel
Carlos cautiously approached me handing me his mobile phone."Call your brothers! Tell them you will be at the parking Lot two streets over from your Home in an hour" He instructed. His eyes never leaving mine.
“Mom” Marcus yelled in panic as my head was lifted from the cold floor. “Get some ice for your mother she hit her head” I heard Lucien, he sounded so close, I could smell him, he smelt just like I remember. “This is your fault asshole” Marcus fired “Or maybe it was your unique way of introducing yourself. SON” Lucien defended. “Maria, can you hear me?” his voice was so close yet so soft like a whisper. I didn’t dare open my eyes, maybe it was a nightmare? If that’s the case than I’m stuck in a dream state. His touch feels so real. I was being a child, hoping that the longer I keep my eyes closed the higher chance of the possibility of it being nothing more than just a dream. “Maria” he called the touch of his fingertips to my skin as he brushed them gently across my brow and along my check. “Fuck, shit! mom?” Marcus’s panic snapped me forward and I flicked my eyes o
Epilogue Eighteen years has passed since you both took your leave. Every day I miss you both. Diego too, when you guys made your leave from this world and I made mine from that hell, I had made the sacrifice to leave him behind. It was a painful sacrifice, but he had the right to choose his own path just like I did mine. I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe its wishful thinking but I pray every day that you watch over him for me. I have had no contact with him or any other from that life in eighteen years, but I did it, I finally got out. I faced those struggles with you all in my mind, through the good times and the bad. Sometimes I let my mind wonder in imagination, with the what ifs and the possibilities of what could have been if you both could spend one more day down here. I know Marcus could use an uncle or aunt to vent too. He takes after his father, so handsome with his dark hair and strong mind but sometimes I feel as though a mother just won’t cut
Maria’s pov- Lucien circled his arms around my waste the warmth of his body against my back was calming as he placed a delicate kiss to my cheek, my eyes closing as his presence soothed me. “Are you ok?” he asked his voice soft and low. I hummed a response, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms. I was yet again shamelessly avoiding what I came here to do. “We need to talk” I sighed opening my eyes, forcing myself to face reality. “Don’t give me a speech like the one you gave him” Lucien exclaimed, the cool air wrapping around me as he pulled away from me, the loss of his hold no longer keeping me composed. “It is nothing like that” I huffed turning to face him. It sounds crazy to say but this man, this big powerful man in front of me is so God damn emotional it’s unbelievable. “Take a seat please I need to tell you something and I don’t want you to freak out” I nudged his che
Maria’s pov- I was shamelessly killing time to avoid the inevitable confrontation of telling Lucien our news. I didn’t know how he would react, how he would take the news of becoming a father let alone the news that we can leave. He was always so defensive with excuses every time I brought up us leaving the current life that we live. And as for the other thing, I believe being a parent is something he has pictured before but no matter how hard he tries to hide how much that thought scared him I could see it. I have taken a shower and a bath, with a visit to Rocco and Dr Grim in hopes to avoid the conversation I am mere seconds away from having with Lucien, according to Marcel he was in the living area of our floor five minutes ago. I’m praying he is still there because all this walking to avoid the inevitable was killing not just my leg but my whole entire body. “You are not capable of keeping her safe, how many times must she suffer because of your blata
It hurt to think of Diego in pain, of him feeling lost or being lost in any kind of way. That was just not who Diego was, he is all humour, fiery and bright. “I shot myself” I laughed through a sob hoping to relieve some of his pain for even just a moment. “I heard” he strained a chuckle, clearing his throat he pulled back to look at me with his red eyes. They were not as bright anymore, they seemed dull like the brightness of a bulb dying out. “Only you could manage such a thing Angel” he smiled at me, his smile weak but I could tell it was genuine and that’s what I wanted. To see the smiling Diego not the Diego with the reckless look upon his face. “I’m proud of you, your strength is powerful Maria. you took on a fight all on your own and came out still standing” he praised “well standing on a limp leg” he added with a teasing grin. “Shut up, you have a limp leg too” I laughed pus
Maria’s pov- “I am not leaving her in the hands of the likes of you” “The likes of me?” I shot up at the sudden loud crash, my heart racing with panic and dare I say it fear.my body was in pure agony and with my head spinning I could barely focus my eyes. “You can’t keep her safe, none of you can” I whipped my head to the direction of the familiar voice to see Carlos and Lucien in an intense stair down, a mess of broken items at their feet the obvious sign of a tussle. “How I protect my woman is no concern of yours” Lucien fired “That may be but do not make the mistake brother, she is my concern she has been since the night I found her locked in my cousin’s bedroom” I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply in the attempt to calm my beating heart. The crash and the sound of fist to skin that I knew was coming after Carlos’s words echoed around the room. I winced opening my e
Diego’s pov- “Mail whatever is left of the pair to the Trevisani estate” I ordered, wiping my chin on the sleeve of my shirt. “Are you sure that is the message you want to send?” Marcel asked stepping away from the sink he was washing his hands in. “That’s what I said, was it not?” I fired stepping to the now vacant sink. The skin of my hands not visible through the coating of crimson red, fingernails stained with the blood of those animals. “Pack them up and send them off” he ordered to the two men present. “You understand that is a message of war” he said calmly, his eyes burning into the side of my face, like if he looks hard enough, he could read whatever my mind was thinking. “I am aware yes” I clenched my teeth tightly, my eyes focused on the wall in front of me. I don’t think I have felt this much emotion in a very long time. was it anger? pain? I don’t know but it is deafeni
Maria's Pov- Lucien gently tugged at my arms encasing me in his hold with a tight squeeze, pinning me to his chest and leaving no room for me to fight. “I’ve got you” he whispered. “I’ve got you now” he repeated over and over, and I broke into a million pieces as I cried into his chest to thoughts of the night, thoughts of Lorenzo, Aimee and even for some unknown reasons… Vince. A loud pain filled groan pulled me back to my surroundings and I shot away from Lucien’s chest my eyes instantly finding Rocco who was trying to roll his shoulder, the shoulder with the bullet wound. “Get him a doctor” I fired rushing to Rocco’s side, yet again being too caught up in my selfishness that I had let this man bleed for God knows how long while I so selfishly cried a meltdown. “I suppose I’m fired sweetheart” he winced. “Don’t move” I scolded panic stricken as Lucien silently came to my side obser
Maria's POV- “Are you hurt?” he spoke, and I knew he was talking to me, but I couldn’t decipher why he would ask such a question. Was it out of stupidity? Did I look ok? No. Did I look hurt? I sure as hell felt the pain. His eyes darted to Rocco before landing back on me “Is he dead?” he asked, his eyes dipping to the man at my feet. Was his question referring to Rocco or Vince? Either way even a blind man would know someone died in this room by the smell of the blood in the air. “You left me” I spoke, my voice leaving as a croak. He gave the order; I am here because he sent me on this path. “I know, I thought you were safe with Rocco” he said calmly his hands raised in surrender. His eyes for once not portraying his strength. Instead, stormy swirls stared back at me crumbling in an almost panic like as they pleaded with me. It was striking to see something so unusual coming from him I felt