Chapter Eight: "You Don't Own Me"

"Thank Fuck!" Juan breathed out a sigh of relief the moment he saw that the men had brought Arya. He rushed forward and held her face in his hands. "Did they hurt —"

"Those fuckers!" Juan cursed, kicking a vase on the porch. She looked more bruised and battered than she had been in the picture that was sent to him.

Arya was taken aback by his sudden violence, she flinched and took a step back, then she locked eyes with Hernandez. "What the actual fuck?" She mouthed to him.

He shrugged and then avoided her eyes.

"Follow me," Juan said, grabbing her hand firmly and leading her indoors.

"Let me go!" She screeched slapping his hands away. "This was all your doing was it not?" She hissed, trying to pry away from him. "You were the one that—"

"Stop talking," Juan commanded.

"Don't tell me what to do," she hissed, continually slapping his hands.

Juan was frustrated, he was under the impression that she was a naive girl that was not stubborn. Perhaps Diego had lied about t