Trouble

Isabella's point of view 

I heard the sound first, the loud roars of engines, the sound of tires screeching on the floor that it hurts my ears, then the slam of car doors, I rushed to my window, pulling the curtain back.

Black SUVs following each other were parked at the driveway, something seems to be wrong with the way different men stepped out so fast, then I saw him.

He was half carried and half walking between two of his men, I noticed the white shirt he was wearing was torn open by the side and there was a huge red stain, I ran downstairs, barefooted with my hands trembling, my speed was likened to flash, I was so worried and scared, I knew trouble comes with the type of job he does, but this is my first time experience of seeing a crash out like this one. I could feel my heart beating against my ribs, he is my husband I should be worried about him.

I watched in fear as they got him inside and laid him on the couch, the sight of him caused great fear in me, he was really in a bad state. There were scratches around his neck and a graze that looked like a bullet missed its spot on his arm, then a knife wound on his stomach.

“Get the fucking doctor!” One of the men barked.

“I am right here,” a young man with white scrubs said behind me, he was with a medical bag. I watched him push through the men in a hurry.

“Senor, you have to stay still, I am going to stop the bleeding right now.” The doctor said, kneeling beside him.

Diego didn’t stay still, he pushed up on one elbow, and looked around the men.

“Did we lose anyone?” He asked, groaning in pain.

“Two,” One of the men replied.

“Names?”

“Marco and…..”

“Enough,” he said in a final note, he was hurt but he was still worried about his men. I couldn’t say anything, not a word. I just stared at him, watching the doctor try to stop his bleeding, suddenly his gaze met mine, for a second it seems like everything stopped, his eyes, those cold and merciless eyes were on me, I don’t know if I’m imagining things, but his gaze softened as he observed me quietly, his gaze shifted to my arms that were wrapped around waist.

“Scared?” He asked, his voice rough.

“You’re hurt, Diego.” I swallowed, not looking away.

“Not the first time and definitely not the last time,”

“Am I supposed to feel better hearing this?” I asked, stepping close to him, his men were listening, watching us but I didn’t care.

“You will get used to it soon,” That statement sounds like a warning and a promise at the same time. He winced as the doctor pressed a towel to his wound, I did the same too as if I could feel his pain, he noticed that too and even in pain he was amused.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he whispered.

“Like what?” I asked, a bit confused.

“Like you are scared I will break or die tonight.”

I didn’t reply him, if this was actually the way I looked at him, does this mean I care a little about him? I turned away and began to pace round the room, the smell of blood was getting strong, the clink of metal and the groan made it obvious his skin was getting stitched.

“Boss, the perimeter has successfully been secured.” A loud voice said breaking the silence, I looked up and couldn’t believe who I saw.

The man froze just as I did, Miguel!

My brain screamed his name before my lips mouth could pronounce it, My Miguel, the only man I have ever loved. The one with the golden blonde hair, even though it’s black now. He was the one who made me believe in love, before he disappeared without a word, leaving my heart shattered and making me wish for the type of love that might not exist in this world.

He was standing before me now, he looked older and more mature now, and he had a gun in his hands.

He was also working for my husband, he stared at me in disbelief.

“Isabella!”

Diego’s head turned to him immediately.

“You know my wife?” He asked rudely.

“I have met her before,” he replied his boss.

I couldn’t say a word, I just stared at both of them. Diego pushed himself up, ignoring the doctor’s protest and his pain.

“Met where?”

Miguel hesitated, his gaze flickered to me then every memories came flooding back, those promises we made to each other. The doctor finished his work and slipped away with the other men, leaving the three of us alone.

“Are you going to answer me or you want to remain dumb for life?” Diego’s said in a loud voice.

“Boss, before she was your wife, we knew each other.”

“So, how well?” Diego asked, Miguel didn’t answer, the answer was already written on his face.

Diego suddenly got up.

“Get out!” He said softly

“But boss…. I..”

“Now! Miguel.”

It was like something changed in Diego, he didn’t shout but his quietness had the type of authority that can put everyone in their place.

“ I don’t want you to come near my wife unless I permit you,”

“Understood” he replied.

Diego turned to face me when he was gone, with the look on his face I knew he had lots of questions. For a few minutes we just stared at each other.

“You didn’t tell me you had a history.” He finally said.

“You didn’t ask and I thought it never mattered, not like it would change anything.”

“Isabella, you’re shaking.” He said stepping closer to me.

“Well, I saw you covered in blood a few minutes ago,” I replied, trying to my best to keep still. I knew he caught on the lie.

“Don’t try to make this about me, stop making it seem like you actually care.”

“Your ex just walked out of the door, do you want to be comforted.” He added, brushing his left hand on my cheeks.

“Don’t start having any fun ideas, Isabella. I don’t share whatever belongs to me, remember you’re my wife.” His thumb brushed against my lower thumb and I licked it.

“Be careful” he whispered, stepping away from me.