“That’s true…”
“In your defence, you didn’t want him to kidnap the boy,” Liam added, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, making me smirk as Uncle glared at him.
“I didn’t?” She actually sounded relieved.
“Didn’t fucking matter, I was still going to do it,” Uncle shot back, glaring at Liam. Loved the guy, but he did have a knack for putting his foot into things without meaning to. He gave Uncle a small sheepish smirk as he ran his hand through his hair.
“So, if that’s sorted, shall we go through the details?” Mom asked, waving her hand. I knew the smoke was annoying her. She would probably go shower after this.
“That would be a good idea,” Marcel added, stepping forward. Mom gave a small smile before looking back at Uncle. I knew she found it hard looking at Marcel, considering he looked almost identical to dad.
“Well, the main thing you lot need to do is gather intel and see what we learn by just being there. There has to be something about this fucking debt that will help us get the answers that this so-called king is refusing to fucking share…”
A while later, I entered our bedroom silently, not wanting to disturb Del in case she was asleep. My eyes fell on her. She hadn’t realised I had entered, and it fucking tore at my heart to hear her whimper as she hugged her body, taking deep breaths to try to control the pain she tried to hide from me…
I walked to the bed, sat down, and scooped her into my lap. She gasped, tensing as she stared at me. Her tear-filled eyes only made the pain in my chest far worse. I knew she was trying to downplay how she felt for me and everyone else.
“It’s going to get better,” I whispered, brushing her hair back. It had lost its lustre.
I could tell she was in so much pain. She had lost weight. She was beginning to look a lot like she had when I first met her, and it brought back memories of the pain and suffering that she had experienced. I pressed my lips to hers deeply, trying my fucking best to be gentle despite the emotions that were coursing through me.
“I love you, Kitten. We are getting closer to fixing this,” I whispered tenderly, placing another kiss on her forehead. The veins beneath her skin pulsed, and she nodded, her lips quivering. She pressed them together,nodding again as she curled into me, running her hand weakly down my chest.
“I love you, my Yum Yum.” She smiled up at me weakly, and I smirked.
“Just the way it should be,” I whispered as she threaded her fingers into my thick locks and gently pulled my forehead to hers.
She really was the sexiest, most beautiful woman to ever exist, and one that meant the fucking world to me. Goddess, was I lucky that she was mine.
Kiara
“Mama, is ittrue Enrique is leaving?” Kataleya asked, sadness and worry in her eyes.
“Oh, baby, who said that?” I scooped her into my arms.
I didn’t know she knew that. I glanced at Liam, who was letting Skyla do face painting on him, or so he thought. She was doing a full face of make-up. I may have lost my memory, but in the short time I’d spent with her, I realised she was not to be trusted. Strangely, when she had asked him if she could do a Spiderman face painting on him, he agreed and sat on the floor… but he was currently turning out to look more like a clown with garish make-up.
I looked back at the girl in my lap, brushing my fingers through her hair. They were my children. No matter what else was true or not, I could feel it. I kissed her forehead softly.
“Tell me who told you that?” I repeated.
“Enrique said it this morning before he left the table at breakfast, that he’s happy he’s leaving in three days,” she whispered. I looked into her worry-filled eyes and sighed.
“Yes, we are sending him somewhere safe though. He’s going to be okay.”
“But his papa will hurt him.”
I could sense that she was getting really worked up. The pain in her eyes for the boy was breaking my heart. She had suffered, too, but she was still worried about another.
“We won’t let his father hurt him anymore. I promise,” I said confidently, and I meant it. She seemed a little at ease at that and nodded.
“Promise?”
“Pinkie promise,” I vowed, raising my pinkie finger. She giggled as we sealed our pinkie promise.
“I trust Mama and Daddy.”
“Uncle, stop scrunching your eye!” Skyla scolded.
