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
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“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
I groaned, leaning back in my chair with a relaxing sigh, my eyes strained to shut on their own will as I looked up at the silver chandelier and plane white ceiling. A shiver climbed its way up my parted thighs, my black stiletto heels slipping against the surface of my desk they had rested upon. I dug my heels in deeper in an attempt at keeping my quivering legs at bay. With refusal to close my eyes my gaze fell to the heavy rise and fall of my chest beneath the low-cut black blouse I had decided to wear today. It matched the black mini skirt that was slowly rising above my thighs. I hissed, my breath becoming caught as I felt an unfamiliar tingle down below. A breathless moan escaping my lips without my permission. I help my lips shut tight to stay quiet, I was only loud enough for us in the room to be able to hear. Shaken sobs of a feminine cry fi
This side of Lucien is something I was very afraid of, something that shook me to my core. With Lucien's threat James bolted up right, scrambling to his feet with a b-line for the door, grabbing the arm of his girlfriend and pulling her with him as they made their way out of my office. My heart sunk in my chest. They had left me alone with a fuming Lucien.
I shivered at his deep husky voice that somehow still made an appearance even in a whisper. How is it that I still have butterflies at his touch? How is that possible? How is it possible for me to still feel anything for this man standing in front of me when he is behaving in such a way? So impulsive. Even in a time like this, when he's so intimidating and threatening I still manage to care for him. I still Love him and that scared the living hell out of me. With Lucien's last words he let go of my arms, turning swiftly on his heels as he stormed out of the room without so much as a single glance back at me. The door slammed shut and I shakily slid down the wall to the floor not having the strength to to hold myself up any longer nor hold back my tears as I broke. I had no strength, I was in fact weak as my tears freely flowed and my sobs escaped loudly. What h
With three smooth steps Lucien closed the small distance between us. I stood my ground, my neck straightening as I looked up at him. With a soft press of his thumb, he slowly glided his soft touch down the length of my jaw as he took a hold of my chin between his thumb and finger, tilting my head and ever so gently guiding my eyes to his. I wasn’t sure if his actions were meant to be seductive but yet still, they enticed this need and almost drowsy like reaction from me. "I like seeing you blush, especially if I'm the one who causes it" He spoke softly looking down at me.he was fully aware of his effect on me and damn did he know how to the play with it. But thank the lords from the heavens above because before I had the time to respond, not even sure that I would have been able to, I heard the commotion of the other three behind me as they not so subtly jogged down the stairs. "Mor
I watched as she displayed her affection towards James, rubbing his arm and placing a kiss to his cheek before making her way towards the table that the other women were occupying. "Hey María" James greeted with a genuine smile. All it took was that simple greeting to turn each of the three women’s heads to our direction, not even one of them trying to hide the fact that they were watching and listening. I rolled my eyes at them, pouring myself a glass of the apple juice I had taken from the refrigerator. I was over it. What could I do? It was the same thing every day, day in and day out! Maybe one day it wouldn’t bother me as much as I let it now. "Let me guess, you will be my bodyguard for the meeting?" I bemused, but my voice was my betrayal as I really was not pleased with the idea. Don’t get me wrong James was actually a really nice guy, but to have someone follow you around against your will
The room was huge, there were probably around fifty to seventy members already inside, but we could possibly fit another hundred or so men in here.The tables and chairs were pushed to the sides as the men gathered directly in the centre of the room. I say men because I was literally the only female in this room right now. Roaming my eyes over the crowd I searched the room for any sign of the Garcia’s or my brothers. I strained my neck and leaned forward on the tips of my toes, it was extremely hard for a woman of a petite size like mine to see past the sea of many tall men but eventually My eyes landed on Lucien’s, a smile flicking at the corners of his lips. Relief washed over me at the site of him, he was unknowingly my comfort blanket and if there was any time that I had needed one it would be now. I made my way over to him, James clearing and guiding me through the crowd of men, I was not ashamed to admit that I would never suc
“Now take a fucking seat” I ground through my teeth. This time she didn't disobey quickly placing her ass to the chair with a whimper. This whole time James just looked dazed at the situation that was playing out in front of him, and I’m sure he was thinking of me as the crazy bitch he hates to protect. That thought wiped from my mind as I watched a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips and now, I was the one wondering if he was crazy. I turned my gun on him, the smirk dropping from his face as he covered it with a bite to his bottom lip. "You" I spoke as seductively as I could possibly muster up with the bucket of nerves I was beginning to feel. “Come here" I demanded Sitting down behind my desk and motioning for him to come to me. He bit his cheek in what looked to be an attempt in hiding his smile, I don’t know why but he was enjoying this way more than he should.
“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