Maria’s pov-
We are currently in my old room.
I hadn’t yet had the chance to gather my things and move them to Lucien’s room, so all my stuff was still here to witch I was glad for considering we had decided to get ready here to avoid Lucien or Lorenzo catching us.
We had done our make-up as fast as possible.
Aimee was sort of an expert and had completely fixed my face up, hiding any signs that I had been crying as well as successfully patching up my wound with a slight smaller patch.
I was dreading the looks I would receive because of that thing. I mean, a woman at a nightclub with a bandage on her face, there was no denying that I was bound to catch more than a few looks.
I told Aimee of my plans to leave and surprisingly she was excited for me. She believes that I deserve it and in her words “your happiness is worth more than anything, put yourself first for a change Maria”
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Maria’s pov- The car pulled up at the entrance to what I assume is the club Marcel and Diego where taking us too. This place looked extremely busy, the car park was full and busts of people all crowded by the door. "Wow" I breathed in awe as I read the neon red sign that said ‘El Diablo’ I didn’t read much in Spanish I understood it better when spoken. I know its weird being that I am half Spanish but if I am not wrong and that is a big IF then the sign had meant The Devil. “Right girls no rules except please stay out of trouble, I would like to be able to go to bed happily drunk when we get home without having my toes removed by lorenzo and lucien first” Diego smiled widely as if his statement was a normal things to say. He radiated excitement and to be honest I think he is more excited to get out to club then I am. “Diego you are to stay alert. This is not our territory and I would
Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldn’t be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. “What will it be guys?” he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? “I will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are having” Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didn’t know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money it’s a whiskey. “Rum and coke please” Aimee ordered. “And you darling?” he asked taking his attention to me. “Erm, do you have something alcoholic but without the nasty taste” I asked awkwardly, fully aware of how stupid I must look asking such a question in a nightclub. “Aye I can tell you’re a first timer, first time drinking or first night out?” he asked wi
Carlos’s POV-I watched Maria from where I was sat. I couldn’t help myself the sight was captivating as I watched her sway her hips to the beat that bounced around us.Her hands gliding over her body seductively as she drunkenly lost herself to the music. She is fascinatingly beautiful and I practically squirmed in my seat with the pulsing hardness that grew against the fabric of my trousers just from watching her.I glanced around seeing that I wasn’t the only one. Without knowing and so obviously oblivious to her effect she had grown an audience from more then a few men.I clenched my teeth at the ogling freshmen that didn’t hide his arousal as he eyed her from the bar.I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. I wasn’t one to get worked up for any woman but it seems this woman had wriggled her way into my mind more than id like
Maria’s POV- I stumbled myself through the tons of people as I tried to find the toilets. I hadn’t needed the toilet since I had arrived but now I was bursting and I had no clue where to find the toilets in this place. I swear to the gods above if I didn’t find a toilet soon I would for sure have no choice but to go where I was standing. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I made my way into an empty corridor. I was drunk so unbelievably drunk but I couldn’t care. I was having fun and I really enjoyed myself despite the worry of who owns this place. The lights where dull down this corridor that I had stumbled down. A creepy feel in the air but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I got that feeling being that we where in a nightclub. I had a sickening feeling that I wouldn’t find a toilet down here but more like a dead body or something
I pushed the door to the ladies room open and made my way to the cubicle almost tripping over my own feet at the rush and need to release my bladder. It was only once I had sat upon the toilet seat that I really felt how totally fucking drunk I was. A nauseous feeling was settled in my stomach and a head ache began to boom so loud I felt like my brain was going to explode. I finished on the toilet stumbling out the cubicle to wash my hands. I needed my bed or somewhere to lie down. I took in my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks where blush red and the strands of hair at the front of my head where damp from sweating on the dance floor. At least my make up was still intact perfectly fine where it was painted to my face. I took a deep breath in an attempt at ridding the nausea from my stomach. I wasn’t ready for the night to be over. I wanted to st
Carlos’s POV- I held Maria close by her waist, my arm holding her body up as she tipsily swayed in her walk. “Maria? Are you okay?” Damon questioned in panic as he observed her wet cheeks and black mascara that smeared beneath her eyes. “I am fine, just a small incident with a horny guy that’s all” she brushed it off like the incident was no big deal. The incident was in fact a big deal and if I ever see that freshman again he won’t get off so easily. “Shit. Fuck. I should have never left you alone in the toilets” Damon tugged at his hair agitatedly. I furrowed my brows at is words. He had been with her and then left her? “You left her? Again!” I fired, anger building at the information that he could have protected her. He clenched his jaw.
Maria’s POV- “Shh, fuck” Diego hissed at Aimee as she drunkenly took a fall, her hysterical laughter bouncing from the garage walls with an echo. I couldn’t help the loud burst of laughter as it escaped my lips. I had seen her drunk before but boy oh boy this was next level. I myself wasn’t feeling as drunk anymore just a slight tipsy feeling lingered but mostly tired and ready for my bed. “You are super handsome” Aimee complemented Marcel out loud as he gently lifted her from the floor and to her feet with a chuckle. “Shit” she froze, swaying awkwardly as she tugged at the bottom of her dress as if attempting to make the fabric longer. “Shit indeed” I followed the voice to the door that lead to the house, my eyes landing on Lorenzo standing with his arms folded as he furiously looked to Marcel and Diego.
Maria's POV- “I fucking told you, Maria. He’s a dead man you will see” Lucien fired his double meaning. I froze at his words his threat from days ago ‘I wont just make him watch, I’ll make you watch as the life leaves his eyes’ repeating in my mind. The anger was rolling through me in waves I was physically shaking at the furiousness I was feeling. He had a nerve. He was here spying on the man whilst that same man had done nothing but protect me tonight. I turned to see Lucien opening the door of his car. I didn’t know where he was heading but I new him all too well to know that he was planning on going through with his threat. A fire of need to protect the man that had only ever protected me was a need and must and before I knew it my mind had already sent the signal f
“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