Jane's POV.Alvaro moved my place setting so I could sit next to him. I stared at his face with only one question in my mind, who are you. I felt like I was falling in love with a man that had a case of Jekyll-Hyde syndrome.He was Dr Jekyll when he was with his family and he was Mr Hyde when he stepped out of those doors. I knew what he did but I still wanted him and he scared me at the same time with his actions. All I was certain about when it came to Alvaro was that I never met a man that could make me be afraid of him, love him and trust him all at the same time. It had me questioning my mental health. He laughed at something someone said, his eyes turning that hue of dark honey due to the room's warm yellow lighting. My hands itched to caress the side of his face and that was the problem. Every time he smiled I forgot to think logically. He consumed my thoughts with a simple quirk of his lips. He consumed my body with a touch and I was lost in an embrace. "Why are you starin
Alvaro's POV. Jane was smart. I never doubted that. She was also more observant than I thought she'd be which was both good and bad. After she noticed something odd I told my men to back off and I told that clown Pedro not to wear a mailman costume like a fucking male stripper.Jane was going to have this baby in a stress-free environment and I was going to make sure of that. After I called off my men for acting like a bunch of idiots and not being subtle. She was no longer suspicious.Weeks passed and I couldn't find Carlos. I was starting to think he could be dead by now and that was on me. Whoever took him was smart. I had all the phone lines tapped and I heard not a whisper of him. I walked on the ship going down to the last deck. This shipment was delayed due to all my efforts going into finding out who took my man just to prove a point. "Pull the floorboards back," I ordered the two guys with me.They pulled the boards back and there it was. Rodium. The most expensive metal
Jane's POV. "Does this dress make me look fat?" I asked twirling around in the black dress that looked more like a mini tent. "I'm sure I can host up to three people under this dress." Dante chuckled by the door. He got more vocal as the days passed. He had no choice but to talk back because I was not the silent type and I would talk to him even if he didn't reply. "You've barely gained any weight," Julia said, coming to stand behind me. She bunched up the sides of the dress showing me how much excess material was left. "I think it would still be too big when you're nine months pregnant." "I know but I want to be prepared. I don't want to wake up one morning and my clothes don't fit." I also didn't want to wear tight clothes. Doctor Hill strongly advised against it. Julia looked around at the door and she seemed nervous. Mateo went to pick up lunch and for the past ten minutes, I felt like she wanted to tell me something. "Everything okay?" I asked and she smiled, showing he
Jane's POV.I subtly checked the time on my phone as I sat at the dinner table. Where was he?I looked at Mateo, he was staring down at his phone and so was abuelo. It had to be one of the worst feelings in the world when you felt your family was keeping something big from you. It had to be something bad if they were keeping it from me. Usually, Mateo would tell me everything and his silence was making me question the severity of the situation, scaring me further because I was left with nothing but my imagination for answers. I knew with everything in me that they knew where Alvaro was and they were lying to me. I heard the front door open and I waited. Abuelo and Mateo both looked up at me before their gazes fell on each other and then on the dining room door.My mother sat absentmindedly in her chair as her eyes scanned all the detail of the room. There had been silence for over ten minutes and usually, Mateo was never silent. "Sorry I'm late," Alvaro walked into the dining roo
I stood in place staring at the box as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.Dante had closed the box up. It was vile right down to the card describing how much they loved Carlos's screams. The sound of tyres screeching got my attention and I looked to see Alvaro's car speedily stop next to mine on the road.I watched as he got out and took long strides to come into the store. He burst through the doors and his eyes landed on me before he moved to look in the box.He was wearing his black gloves. "Call someone to get rid of this," he said to Dante.He took the card and opened it. The veins on his neck and forehead were growing as his eyes turned red with rage, skimming each line as his jaw ticked."Quien dejo esto," he looked up at Dante, slamming the card down on the counter, "quien fucking dejo esto!""Stop," I said and his head snapped in my direction. His chest was heaving and he put a hand in his hair. "The box was laying outside the store. We both saw it at the same time. It's not
Alvaro's POV. I loved her. I had never loved a woman as much as I loved Jane and yet she couldn't even look at me anymore. It tore me. I felt unworthy of her and I was. She broke me in ways I didn't know a man could break. It was weeks but it felt like forever since she let me even touch her. She slept in her old room and I didn't have the courage to face her or drag her to bed with me. "You seem distracted, Castillo," Constantine said, and I ran a hand through my hair trying to get my head back on straight for what I was about to do, "it's the wife, isn't it? Honeymoon phase faded huh?" He had a cocky smile on his face as if he had just figured me out with one glance. "I'm not having this conversation with you," I muttered. Constantine and love were like oil and water. I thought I was bad but the man went through women like I went through clothes. "Just because we lead two of the city's biggest gangs. We can't get real, Castillo?" He was crazy if he thought I was a big enough
Jane's POV.I woke up to Alvaro's head tucked into the crook of my neck and his arm around me, pressing me firmly against his chest. I wiggled in his grasp, turning to look at him. I haven't looked directly at him for weeks. Because I knew as soon as those green eyes met mine I was a goner.There was a lump of nerves between his eyebrows and I brought my thumb up massaging the small clump of nerves. His forehead evened out and his face relaxed. It wasn't easy staying away from him. Especially since I loved sleeping next to him. I cried a lot. I felt guilty living my life when I knew someone was out there being tortured because of me. Alvaro gave me his word that he'd look for Carlos and I knew he was trying his best but I was only going to feel better when he returned. When Alvaro crawled into my bed last night I was pretending to be asleep. So I didn't have to talk to him. I didn't know where to start. It had been weeks and I thought it better if I just said nothing at all. I d
"Alvaro," she smiled, reaching for him with a manicured hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him as she gave me a brief once-over. "It's been forever." She kissed his cheek. The claws were out. Alvaro looked at me, holding his hands up. She pulled back and her eyes fell on me. "Gianna this is Jane, my wife," he introduced, snaking an arm around my waist and crushing me into his side. Gianna sounded like she was choking as an ugly snarl took over her lips and her nose flared. "Married. You're married?" Her eyes were wide and she looked seconds away from going feral. "You broke up with me seven months ago because you didn't want to commit to me!" "Seven months," I uttered, looking at Alvaro and his eyes were the widest I'd ever seen them. I didn't think the girls he told me about were that recent. "I need a drink," I said and moved to go to the bar. He could handle this on his own. "Jane you can't drink," Alvaro reminded, moving to come with me. "Relax I mean
Mateo's Pov. I always believed I was more lucky than unlucky. I was a homeless boy and then I was adopted by one of the richest families in the city that treated me like their own flesh and blood. I gained a family and it was more than an orphaned boy like me could dream of. I never knew struggle after Alvaro and I was grateful. This time my luck was up again. Maybe I was creepy for this but this was the closest opportunity I'd ever get to see her again. She had tweeted that she would be doing her medical practicals at Hôtel Dieu Hospital in France. I may have admired her from afar for years after I said my final goodbye but I promised her that she would see me again and we kissed one last time. Not a day passed that I haven't thought of her. I saw her in my dreams. From the day I met Julia I was drawn to her. It was like everything in my head just clicked from the moment I saw her in that little boutique. The programme was starting soon and I was stuck in a cab in traffic. I wa
Jane's Pov. 5 years later I sat on a park bench watching a little girl running and leaping with her friends. I couldn't help but wonder how things would be different if it weren't for the sacrifices Alvaro and I made. She was free. I felt two hands come around my eyes and block out the light. "Al?" I asked. "No," I heard Mateo's voice and I sprung up jumping on him. "Easy," he chuckled, stumbling back and trying to regain his footing. "Mat what are you doing here?"I missed him too much to care if I was embarrassing him. "It's Rosie's birthday. What do you think I'm doing here?" He was grinning from ear to ear. "How'd you know we'd be at the park?" I asked. "Today is Saturday. You always come to the park on Saturday to do some bird and people watching." He sat down next to me. Mateo left for college when he turned eighteen. His grades were incredible and he got a bursary to study medicine at Oxford in England. When he chose medicine I asked why and he said it was so he could a
The plane ride was long. My tolerance for travel depreciated. Besides the cramped toilet I couldn't stand being in a compressed space with Alvaro. Especially when he sat close to me. I wanted to choke him and I would have loved to blame my hormones but it would be a lie when I knew it was what I would naturally want. I was upset for a long list of reasons especially this morning when he insisted I get into the car. I didn't know what I would say to my grandmother and mother so he said this wasn't a final goodbye. I could come back after I saw the place and say my goodbyes. Mateo looked between us. He barely spoke to Alvaro it was just mutters and grunts which seemed to amuse Alvaro. "Have you decided?" Alvaro asked him. "Where do you want to stay?" Mateo didn't answer. "Your silence speaks volumes. You chose her, " Alvaro smiled. "I'm not surprised. I knew you would." Mateo looked away from him. "It's okay, mi hijo." Mateo stood and went into the room at the back of the plane.
Jane's POV. "We've been here for a week," Mateo mentioned. I covered my eyes from the sun to look at him. The sun was setting and we were outside painting the barn. Maybe I was just trying to bide time until I was all alone. Mateo agreed to come with me to Texas. I thought it would be better to have him with me this time.My grandmother and mom loved him. They treated him like their own and I appreciated that. Mateo wasn't happy with my decision to leave Alvaro but he did support it. The last thing I wanted was to come between him and Alvaro. If he chose to stay with Alvaro I couldn't force him away. "Why haven't you asked me to come with you?" He questioned. His face held a certain amount of offence. "I thought you would by now." "Because I don't want you to have to choose between him and me. I want you to know that you are always welcome to live with me. I'll take care of you. I might not be able to spoil you the way Alvaro does but you'll have a home and you'll be safe." "Wh
Alvaro's Pov.I would rather have someone shoot me. Empty a cartridge of bullets in me, stab me with the sharpest knife and carve out my heart. Hollow me out physically. Any physical pain would do. But not this pain. Not the pain of her leaving me. It was like all the happiness in the world had been vacuumed out. She broke me and I let her because I chose to love her. I couldn't hate her for it. Because I understood why she was leaving. I couldn't strap her down and force her to stay because the hate she'd have for me would hurt more than her leaving. And I couldn't stand the idea of her hating me again when I experienced how much she loved me. She was my slice of paradise the reason I looked forward to coming home. And she left me and she took Mateo with her to Texas. I wouldn't be surprised if Mateo decided to move out and be with her. He proved there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He would take care of her and she would take care of him but I couldn't take that thought.
Mateo looked himself over in his long mirror. He was dressed in a navy blue tuxedo and his hair was combed to the side. "You look handsome Mat," I complimented. "I hope she thinks so..." He sounded nervous. "She likes you," I said, "why would you think otherwise?" "She's just so great. It seems like a dream whenever I'm with her." "That's cute." I smiled. "Did you go to your prom?" He asked. My memories of high school were fleeting. I didn't have much of a social life. "Yes. I went with a boy I crushed on for two years. We met in tenth grade and then he ignored me until our senior year. He surprised me by asking me." "Seems like a bad boy," Mateo smirked. "He wasn't a complete bad boy. He was a bit of a nerd too." "What happened to him?" Mat asked. "I moved and then he moved. I haven't seen him since high school." "It's nice to know that my wife had many prospects before me," Alvaro popped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Plenty," I teased. "S
I sat beside Mateo holding his hand as the doctors attempted to remove the bullet. Alvaro was speaking to the nurses in private about how the bullet ended up in his shoulder. I owed my life to Mat. Carlos, unfortunately, had to stay a few days in the hospital. They had to do some blood tests, stitch up his wounds as well as do an X-ray. Fernez was also starving him so he had dropped weight rapidly. Mat squeezed my hand as he ground his teeth. "It's okay just a little more, Mat," I said, wiping his forehead with a cold press. His body was burning up and his face was red. "Motherfucker," he yelped and the doctor removed the bullet with something that looked like very long tweezers. "Fuck," Mateo cried out. "Well I need to go wash my ears out with soap after all that cussing, Mr Castillo," the doctor gave him a reprimanding look as he cleaned up his shoulder and bandaged his arm. I didn't know Mateo had such a sailor's mouth but I guess living with Alvaro did that. "Mrs Castillo," A
I never thought a parent would ever be capable of hating their child. Especially a mother. As I stared at Christine I wondered why. Alvaro was good to his family. When he loved —he loved hard. Christine never gave him a chance. She cast him out and that hurt him. She couldn't accept what she did was wrong and now she had gone too far. She had taken his child. "Water?" Christine held a bottle of water out to me. I never wanted to hurt someone so badly before and my body was shaking with the rage I was trying very hard to contain. "No, what I'd like to know is where we are going and where Mateo and Carlos are," My voice held showed my frustration and Christine gulped hard. "How is the pregnancy going?" She asked and I narrowed my eyes at her, "I'm surprised you came at all. How did you manage to escape my son and his many bodyguards?" "Where are you taking me?" I asked again. It felt like we had been driving for hours and I wanted to see Mateo so badly that I was having anxiety. "
Jane's Pov.I couldn't feel my senses anymore. I was unsure if I was even alive at this point. It felt like my soul had been pushed out of my body and was hovering from above. Everyone moved around me and I was sure they were talking because I saw their lips move, yet I couldn't understand a word they were saying. It all sounded like gibberish. "Find him-" were two words that made sense. I prayed that it was all a nightmare. I was waiting to wake up in bed next to Alvaro, knowing Mateo was sleeping soundly in the next room. But I wasn't waking up. Each second trapped in this reality felt like a lifetime in hell. "Jane," someone called. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks as my ears finally popped. Everyone's urgent voices hit my ears at once and it was mind-numbing. "Jane," abuelo was calling me. "Take her home," I heard Alvaro's voice. That seemed to stir an emotion in me. "She can't be here." My head snapped in his direction and something inside me quivered as I