“I want you to let me go. I don’t want your help, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I just want to return to my home,” he said emotionlessly.
I heard the sharp intake from Kiara. She knew the shit that kid had gone through, we hadn’t hidden anything from her, and I knew hearing him wanting to go back there... she would always worry about him.
“But… of course, you can go back there, but will you be okay? I mean, do you have family who can take care of you and protect you from your father?”
“Yes.”
He’s lying, he doesn’t believe that,her fearful voice came.
It doesn’t matter. He won’t have a fucking father to fear when I’m done.
“Deal,” I said out loud.
“Then, after I give you the location, I want you to let me go.”
“Do you want us to take you somewhere?” Kiara asked him softly. He shook his head.
“No, Padre will think you let me go to lure him out. I will stay hidden for a bit and make my own way home.”
“You’re only a child.” Kiara’s voice was full of sadness.
Chances were his father would have considered that he knew the locations and may not even be there. It was obvious he didn’t care for his son. I hadn’t heard one fucking response from him.
“I know how to survive,” he replied emotionlessly.
“Does your father know you’re aware of these locations?”
“I don’t think so. I used to try to learn as much as I could, so if he ever asked me anything, he’d be proud.”
He’s telling the truth.
Yeah? Well, the bastard had a son who seemed to want to make him proud, and he actually went and fucking amputated his hand. He’s fucking psychotic.
I know, and it’s heartbreaking.Our eyes met, and I reached over, giving her hand a small squeeze.
“Enrique, are you sure you want to go back? We can help-”
“No. I want to go far away from all of you. I hate being here. I want to return to where I belong,” he cut Kiara off, the anger and pain in his eyes fucking clear.
“Fine. I’ll make some provisions, and you can go.” Kiara’s eyes widened as she looked at me, clearly not happy with my agreement.
“And you promise not to send guards after me to watch me?”
“I promise,” I said, and I meant it.
The pup had been fucked around all his life, and if he needed someone to show him that they believed in him, then I would do it. Even if he fucking thought it was because I didn’t care, it didn’t matter as long as he was happy. He was a survivor, and I knew that he’d make it.
“So when I tell you the locations, will you let me go straight away?” He repeated it as if he didn’t believe that I had agreed.
“No. I need three days.”
“Why?” Kiara looked at me curiously, too.
“Because I’m not setting you loose in England. You’re from Puerto Rico, right? I’m having you flown there.”
Both looked at me, surprised, before a ghost of a smile crossed the boy’s lips, and he nodded.
“Deal.”
