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That’s such a complicated question, isn’t it?
Because it feels as if she became mine the minute she kissed me, since I’ve never thought or touched another afterward. In fact, all women ceased to exist for me and an unknown possessive nature awakened.
I know her body better than my own. She’s mine in every sense of the word, and my baby is growing inside her.
However, we’ve never been in a relationship, not in the way my grandfather hopes.
“No.”
I see his hand clench into a fist. “How old was Jimena when you first touched her?”
“Dad. Listen to me,” Jimena shouts in the background, trying to push through her family and come to us, but Briseis pulls her back, keeping her beside them.
Ah, my beautiful, terrified girl. She’s ready to save me and confess she kissed me first, but it doesn’t matter.
I was the experienced and older one so whatever happened between us will always be on me, especially in her family’s eyes.
Ignoring her, he stares me down and says, “I asked you a question, Florian. How old was my daughter when you first touched her?”
And just like with Santiago, I know my answer will forever put an end to our bond because he won’t be able to forgive me.
“Eighteen.”
He raises his fist, and I close my eyes as I don’t want to see how my godfather, who’s been my hero in a way, punches me in the face as well for disrespecting him and daring to touch his little princess.
He’s been there for me during the darkest times of my life, and I’ve never imagined to be on the receiving end of his right hook.
However, I’m pushed aside so swiftly I barely keep my balance, and my eyes snap open, only to widen in fucking shock because my father catches Uncle Lucian’s fist in his, and his voice drops several octaves when he asks, “To whose son did you just try to raise your hand, Lucian?”
For the first time in my life, they stand on the opposite side of each other, stubbornness crossing their faces, and their tempers are aimed against each other.
That’s when it registers that Grandpa, Mom, and Isla have made their way down the stairs to stand behind us along with Octavius. While Santiago and Remi go to stand behind Uncle Lucian.
The divide has never been clearer.
Everyone chose their sides as two men who’ve been friends for more than fifty years decided to protect their children.
I would have never asked this of Dad, but it was inevitable.
He does not react well to anyone hurting his cubs, as he calls us, least of all his friends, even if we are the ones to screw up.
However, I should take responsibility for this mess before it’s too late. “Dad,” I say just as Jimena exclaims, “Pápá.”
“Silence,” both of them bark in unison, and Uncle Lucian finally answers my dad. “The son of a man who failed to teach him about honor, loyalty, and respect. Although why would I expect anything different? After all, you’re a dynasty of whores.”
Mom gasps, and Isla’s jaw drops, while anger rushes through my veins at the insult because my family doesn’t deserve to be dragged for my mistakes.
Dad watches Uncle Lucian for several beats and then takes out his phone, dialing a number as silence falls all over us, the seconds ticking while everyone expects something explosive to come from him.
Grandpa puffs his chest out and steps forward. “You listen here, Lucian…”
“Dad, get into the car with Calliope and wait for me there, please.” We hear our driver pulling up by the entrance. “Now.”
Grandpa huffs, glaring at Uncle Lucian, and spins around, going to the car while Mom rubs my dad’s back and pats my shoulder. “I don’t appreciate how you talk about my family, Lucian.” With this, she joins Grandpa, and they disappear inside the vehicle.
“What are you waiting for? Take your son and get the fuck off my property.”
“Oh my God, Lucian, stop this.”
