“I wanted to say I’m happy you are going to be safe. I-”
“Hurry up!” He snapped, making me jump.
Don’t cry.
“O-okay. I… I’m sorry you suffered because of me. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have allowed you to bring me food. I wouldn’t have let you get hurt. I wish-”
“If I could turn back time, I wish I had never met you!” He hissed, his anger burning in his eyes. I nodded.
“I know,” I whispered. It hurt.
“The thing is, we can’t change the past, but I can look to the future. Stay away from me. I hate you; I hate the fact that I ever met you. You were nothing but a bad mistake. You cost me my entire future; I hate you! I should have left you to die!” He shouted. My lips quivered, but I simply nodded, agreeing to his every word.
He was right. It should have been me who lost my hand, not him. It was my fault. If I could give my hand, I would.
“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I wish I could make it up to you.”
“If you want to make it up to me, don’t ever talk to me again because talking to you makes it hurt even more! You destroyed everything; don’t you get it? Seeing you hurts me! I hate remembering what happened because of you!” I flinched, brushing my tears away as I stared at him. If that was what he wanted, then I would do that.
The little pouch with the crystal necklace I had made almost slipped from my fingertips.
“Okay. I promise that I will never speak to you again,” I whispered.
“Then leave me alone now!” He hissed. I swallowed, staring at my little pouch, but I wasn’t brave enough to give it to him.“Get out!”
I jumped, dropping the pouch and pulling open the door. I fled before my tears fell. I rushed from the room, ignoring the guards who called out to me. I just wanted to be alone. I reached my bedroom and rushed inside, curling up on my bed and sobbing quietly.
I’m so sorry, Enrique, for ruining your life…
I wasn’t sure when Skyla came and saw me crying or when Mama came and held me. All I remembered was Enrique screaming at me to get out. All I had to remember him by was that little piece of torn fabric. I would always keep that.
The pain had become stronger. I felt strange. It was hard to breathe... it hurt, but I also couldn’t feel anything else either. What was happening to me?
Alejandro
I had notbeen fucking expecting Kat to sneak into the fucker’s room and try to talk to him. Whatever he said to her had made her cry for hours. Only about ten minutes ago did Kiara say she had calmed down and fallen asleep.
As much as I wanted to sort the pup out for upsetting her, it was fucking complicated. Her infatuation with him fucking worried me, too. Once he was gone, it was going to be fucking easier. She needed to get over her guilt, and the best way was for her to forget him. They both needed to heal, and time would do that. More like I fucking hoped it would.
I looked at the fucker in front of me. He was smart, that was for sure, despite being a mouthy dickhead.
“Want to say something?” Leo asked as he clicked away at the keyboard.
He had spent the last two hours hooking up several screens to his laptop, which he had brought along. I raised an eyebrow at the image of the busty woman in a barely-there bikini that was covering his entire screen.
“Sexy, isn’t she?” He asked.
“Far from it,” I replied. The fuck was hot about her? She was a fake as fuck, silicon, walking plastic doll.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t say that if you were single.” He gave me a humourless smirk before he pulled up some windows.
Fucking kids.
“I do want to say something, actually. What you did to Sienna... you don’t mess with kids. Do that shit again, and I won’t just stand by,” I growled, resisting the urge to smack his head.
“I tossed her up just like I’d do any of the kids back home. I wasn’t going to fucking hurt her.” He cast me a scathing look, his icy blue eyes rolling irritatingly.
“Yeah? But you did it to piss Rayhan off. It was fucking wrong to use a pup like that. She’s fucking one.”
