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That was something even more unexpected.
“My philosophical woman. What I had a difficult time acknowledging before is something that I was reminded I needed. For the first time in my life, I want a home and not just a place to sleep and shower.” I smiled, shaking my head.
“More than just four walls and a roof over your head. Does that mean you want a loving family and not just a possession?”
She would always challenge me, my words, and decisions. It was something else I enjoyed about her. “As difficult as it might be for you might believe, I’m not entirely certain what having a loving family means. As I mentioned, my childhood was… difficult.”
“I can imagine.” Her whisper was almost inaudible. “We’re both broken.”
“Not broken, Sabrina. Just damaged by the events that both brought us together yet kept us apart.”
“But now you’re claiming me.”
“Yes, I am.”
She laughed softly. “I’m not a possession, Diego. You can posture and lay claim all you want, but often the most fragile things can’t be owned for fear of breaking them. You say you want a home but what about a family? Children?”
“Children. The thought hadn’t entered my mind until I met you again. I’m not certain it’s in my best interest to procreate. It’s yet another weakness that could be exploited.”
“How sad that you can’t live your life normally.”
“I’m not saying it’s out of the question, but I can envision them turning into carbon copies of me.”
“Then you’re telling me that our children would be nothing but little soldiers.”
Children.
Just hearing the word coming from her mouth stirred something even deeper inside my soul, a craving that I’d never experienced before. A flash of stars rushed across my field of vision, my heart suddenly racing. I weighed my answer carefully as I had never thought about it before. “If I am lucky enough to become a father, I would want our children to have everything that their hearts desired, including choices. The old ways are not necessarily the best ways. But I am what my father made me just like my brother has become the gentler side of the same coin. However, I can’t change any more than he can.”
“I don’t believe that. You’re not your father. I’ve seen goodness in you, a light that keeps me excited and safe. That started when you were a boy. Maybe because you lost so much at an early age.”
“Maybe so but things have changed.”
“The only thing that’s changed is that we found each other again.”
“No, we were forced together again by a master manipulator.”
She sighed, once again glancing toward the ocean. “The Death Squad.”
“I think so, but I’m positive it has to do with my real father.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“He’s coming here for a meeting tomorrow, which is dangerous in and of itself.” I still wasn’t certain how I felt about it. But seeing him would be cathartic.
“Because you’re both powerful entities and your enemies would stop at nothing to find a way to bring the two syndicates down.”
“Something like that, my sweet Sabrina. Whatever is happening is more dangerous than I originally believed. Keeping you safe is going to become difficult.” I pulled her even closer, the longing to keep her near more intense than it had been before.
“I can take care of myself.”
I captured her mouth as a way of answering her. The girl believed she was tough, which I admired, but she truly had no understanding of what we were embroiled in. At least I knew the odds, the game of Russian roulette yet to shift in my favor. But it would, so fucking help me God. The taste of her was sweeter than before, the sense of urgency almost as strong. I would take her again tonight, likely several times. But come tomorrow, it was all business.
She undulated in my hold, her fingers clamped around my mostly open shirt. Whether or not she truly understood what we were up against remained to be seen. But one thing was certain.
I was prepared to go on a long hunt for all those involved in deceiving me and my family.
When I broke the kiss, I pressed my lips against her forehead, allowing the closeness we felt to continue enveloping my senses. But the rage at being unable to solve the mystery continued to fester deep inside of me.
