Regret

Mikael’s POV

“She said that?” Disbelief colored my voice as I turned around and looked at Acker who gave me a hard glare from where he sat. He didn’t look too happy about my statement. “I didn’t expect that of her.”

We were at my casino, both of us nursing considerably high malignes of liquor in our glasses.

“Did you expect her to suddenly change her mind? She doesn’t trust us, Serrano,” he sighed, looking still just as disgruntled.

I felt kind of bad now, because even though we weren’t friends, we were both bound together by our love for Alicia, and the children we shared.

Sighing, i sat across from him and crossed my legs, taking a sip of whiskey that made a hot trail down my throat a settled at the bottom of my stomach.

“Are you telling me that means you give up? Because I for one am not. She’s our woman, Cazzo,” i stated. “And whether she likes it or not, that won’t change.”

“Come pensi di farlo se non vuole avere niente a che fare con noi?”

“E' il suo dannato problema. E LEI è la