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When the doors open, Andres and I quickly run inside, and I hand him one of the guns.
“I want him alive,” the tone of my voice is feral, “but if you have to, don’t hesitate to kill him.”
“Understood,” Andres watches the floors tick by with me, preparing to rush from this elevator the moment the doors open to the penthouse.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open to complete silence in the penthouse. Andres makes his way through the main floor while I check unsuccessfully upstairs.
“Alex!” Andres calls for me from downstairs with a tinge of fear in his voice.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I can’t get down them fast enough. When I reach the landing and see him standing in the kitchen, the look on his face turns my stomach.
My brain is telling me to run to get there quickly, but my heart is terrified what I am going to find. I can barely move my feet to cross the living room and it feels like I am walking in slow motion.
“She’s not here,” relief washes over me at Andres words.
The brief moment of consolation is taken from me the second I step into the kitchen. The floor is scattered with blood – drips, smears, and footprints. The partial footprints are a mixture of a large man’s boot and Isabella’s tiny bare feet.
Making my way through the kitchen, I see Isabella’s phone on the counter. Picking it up, I swipe it open to see our text conversation.
He just came back
I’m scared
It is the unsent one that sends me over the edge.
Baby I love y
“Maldito hijo de puta,” I slam her phone to the ground in anger, shattering it to pieces. My hands grabbing anything I can reach on the counters; I continue to scream profanities while throwing things against the wall and floor.
When there are no more items to throw, my hands grip the edge of the counter. Squeezing it so hard with my hands that my arms and body begin shaking, I release an animalistic roar.
Walking from the kitchen, I place my fist through the wall by the archway as I make my way to the stairs. Violently, I storm up the steps and barge into the bedroom, heading straight to the closet.
Stripping out of my suit, I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt. Sitting at the edge of the bed while I pull on my boots, Andres appears in the doorway.
“What are you doing?” His question simply causes me annoyance.
“Going to fucking get Isabella,” I snarl at him.
Stepping into the bedroom, Andres begins shedding his dress clothes while walking to my closet. He emerges pulling on a pair of my jeans and a navy t-shirt, with a pair of my boots in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I question him.
“Fucking going with you,hermano.”
“You don’t even know where I’m going.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Andres places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it firmly, “You know I’ll follow you into battle anywhere.”
I do know…
Since we were kids, protecting each other from those that came at us, we’re bonded closer than most blood brothers. Both of us would lay down our lives for the other.
Heading back downstairs, I grab my phone and pull up Eduardo’s number.
I know you have my cerecita
I am coming for you
