“So, they’ve made sure you forgot everything that you saw or some shit like that. When I saw you, you were a fucking mess. They did a number on you and looked like they were going to fucking carve your head open.” His voice held venom, and I placed my hand on his bicep.
“I’m fine. Did you come inside, or did Kataleya go out?” I asked, glancing towards our angel, who was sleeping peacefully.
“I came in. She was trying to pull you out from under a beam.” His arms locked around me from behind, pushing my breasts up as he kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, leaning into him.
“Hmm… I’m glad you came.”
“Yeah? Care to explain why you didn’t leave it to me? You snuck out, Kiara, and it fucking worried me.” His voice was quiet, but I could sense his anger and irritation.
“I couldn’t just sit and do nothing, and you didn’t allow me to go. Look, Alejandro, she’s home, she’s safe. Let’s not think about it,” I pleaded, tilting my head back to look up at him.
“I saw you fucking near death, Amore Mio… I can’t just not think about that shit. We can’t just fucking pretend it never happened.”
He frowned, but I didn’t reply, not wanting to argue. There was nothing I could do about it, and something told me this conversation wasn’t over. I understood his concern, but he clearly didn’t want to see my point of view. I knew we were going to have to talk about it, but not when Kataleya was around. The last thing we needed was for her to see us argue.
Despite his anger, his arms remained around me tightly while he placed kisses along my neck, but I could sense his emotions…
“Let’s get to bed,” I said, softly pulling out of his arms.
I walked over to the bed and slipped between the sheets, pulling Kataleya onto my arm and holding her tightly. I felt the bed dip when he got in. His intoxicating scent made me feel safe, and when he pulled me against him, I closed my eyes, wishing that we managed to sort our issue out soon.
I love you,I murmured through the mind-link.
That shit ain’t ever-changing. I love you, too.
A small smile graced my lips before I fell asleep, once more holding my baby girl close.
I won’t ever let you go again…
Enrique
I stood silentlybefore my father’s desk. My face was emotionless, my chin tilted up, and my shoulders back despite the pain that filled my body. He had summoned me, but I wasn’t sure why. It couldn’t be good; he was still angry at me for giving the chica food.
My punishment was carried out daily, and I wasn’t healing as well anymore. The lack of food and water was slowing me down, but I wouldn’t let it show. I was strong, an alpha who could handle anything.
I looked at Father’s back. He was standing behind his chair, taking something off the shelf. I could feel his anger, his irritation, and the darkness of his immense power surrounding him.
“Padre, you called for me?” I asked after a few minutes. Standing there was unbearable. Pain was spreading through my calves and back. Today’s punishment had been hard.
“How are you finding the new location, mijo?”
I looked around his office. The house was darker than the previous one. When we had gone earlier, all I could think about was if the chica got out…
“It’s good, Padre.”
“Is it? What of the other one that burned down to a crisp?” He spun around, his hatred burning in his eyes as he glared at me. I lowered my head.
“It was also befitting, Padre,” I replied, keeping my head bowed in respect.
“You know that girl would have died… but I heard that somehow… the door was unlocked. Do you know who unlocked the door?”
Danger.
His voice was so scary I couldn’t help but flinch. I saw the warning signs in his burning eyes as I stayed rooted in my spot. If I lied, I was dead. If I told the truth, then what would happen to me?
“Yes, Padre, I do,” I replied quietly.
“And who unlocked the door? Was it Ronaldo? Maybe I should kill him for disobeying me… I gave no order to anyone to unlock that door.” He dropped into his seat, and I could see the small, thin blade in his hand.
