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“Alvaro,” I sob, holding him to me when he wraps arms around me and cries into my neck. “I’m here. I’m right here. Let it out, baby.”
I cry quietly, listening to the tears of a boy who lost his mother. The anger of a man who lost his first love to bitterness and lies.
Questions run through my mind and heart, the same questions Alvaro has. How could Romero know this and still never say anything? How could he allow Alvaro, the man he loved, to live with the lies that his father told him? How could he stand by and watch Alvaro be loyal to the man whomurderedhis mother?
I hold Alvaro, running my fingers down his back and over each of his raised scars, counting them and vowing that Marío will pay for his crimes. I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I vow to God that I will go to the ends of the earth to make sure Marío dies a brutal death. It's no longer for my own safety that I want him to die, but for every wrong he’s done this beautiful, loving, and perfect man in my arms. For every tear he drops onto my skin, for every sob that wracks through his body.
When the sun sets and Alvaro’s tears dry, I lift his battered hand to my lips, pressing light kisses to the dried blood before cupping his face.
“Whatever you face after this, you’ll face it with me at your side.”
His lips crash to mine in a frantic kiss. Our teeth clash and our tongues tangle. He lifts me onto his lap, our movements fast as though we need to feel one another before the clock runs out. He rips his shirt from my body, the buttons flying as I lift up and pull his cock free, both of us groaning when I’m fully seated on him.
As our mouths meet skin, I roll my hips, riding him like I can fuck the pain away.
He bites me, leaving hickies and teeth marks all over my skin. I take it, I take the pain, moaning for more when I lean back on my hands and ride him harder. I listen to his panting turn into deep guttural groans as he bruises my hips with his hands, using them to pound into me as he reaches his climax without me. I don’t care; this was about him, not me.
When he pulls himself free, his cum dripping from me, he dips his head between my legs, his tongue swirling his cum over my clit and entrance until I’m screaming his name.
Alvaro has given me the pieces of his broken heart and I’ve given him mine to replace it.
* * *
“We need to go see Romero,” I tell Alvaro the next morning.
He still has a distant look in his tired eyes. “You want me to do what, play pretend with him? I’ve already done that once, Vicenta.”
His voice is cruel and bitter, but I know he doesn’t mean it toward me. I walk around the table and sit on his lap, breathing a sigh of relief when his hands slide around my waist and his face loses some of its hardness.
“No, because I will not make the mistake of hearing one side of the story but not the other.” His face blanches at the soft reminder that we can’t repeat his mistake of the last five years by not hearing Romero’s side.
I cup his jaw, kissing him lightly before looking deep into his eyes. “He bore your anger in silence for far too long. I want to know why and I think you need to hear him. If it’s too much, we’ll leave, but we have to remember thatbothof you lost each other and your mom because of Marío.”
He sighs and nods, his eyes once again going back to that distant look of pain.
I don’t know what to do to fix this, but I do know that repeating the cycle of hate and pushing Romero away without getting his side of the story will never help him get through this. If it turns out that Romero kept this huge secret out of cruelty, he will lose my respect and my heart. For now, I will keep myself from believing anything.
An hour later, Alvaro and I are parking in front of the cabin house where Romero stands waiting on the porch with no clue that Alvaro has read the letter. They stare at one another through the windshield with blank faces while I glance between them.
“Are you ready to speak with him?” I ask Alvaro gently.
“No, but you’re right. I need to know the truth.”
I lean over and kiss his cheek, pulling his gaze from Romero to me. “I’ll be right next to you.”
He gives me a sharp nod and steps from the car, making his way to my side and helping me out. I have my dress back on, but my heels hang from my fingers as we walk up to the house. Romero walks down the steps to meet us.
When we come to a stop a few feet away, he looks at me confused before their eyes clash together once more. I’m unsure how to get this conversation started, but Romero seems to figure it out.
“You read the letter.”
Alvaro answers with a clenched jaw, his fingers squeezing mine. “I did.”
I clear my throat, catching Romero’s blue eyed gaze. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”
“Your brother and Kat are at the beach; we can speak inside.”
I look up at Alvaro who hasn’t taken his eyes off Romero. “Come on, it’ll be okay.”
