His Wrath

I quietly watched Rafael as he stood on my doorstep. I turned around and picked Mila up from where she was sitting.

I carried her upstairs to my room and placed her down on my bed before quietly making my way into my closet. I tied my hair into a ponytail before breathing out nervously.

I opened the secret door inside my closet, the place where I stored all of my weapons. I carefully entered the room before going to work.

Everything in my house is ready for my next escape. I've been planning for this for the last two years and I've never stopped.

I grabbed a duffle bag before I placed my best guns into it. I gently added all my ammunition, grenades, and silencers before zipping up the bag. I went back into my room before picking Mila up into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her downstairs with me.

I made my way into my office before opening my safe. I grabbed the last of Mateo's money from the safe and placed it inside the duffle bag. I left my office before going into the garage. I put Mila on the ground and she frowned up at me in confusion.

"Mommy, where are we going?" She sadly asked me.

"We're going on a trip, mi cielo. Isn't that exciting?" I asked while grabbing the two suitcases that I had packed for Mila and me about six months ago. I placed them inside my trunk before unlocking the car doors.

I placed Mila inside the car before I buckled her seatbelt. I walked over to my side of the car and climbed in behind the steering wheel.

Knowing that Mateo's men couldn't harm me, I started the engine before I opened the garage door. I drove out of the garage and onto the road. I sped down the street without looking back and Mila started crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked her but she just continued to cry. "Mila, why are you crying?" I asked her again and she looked up at me with red eyes.

"I don't wanna leave, Mommy. Mommy, I'm sick," she cried out, and my eyes welled up with tears. "Mommy, I want to stay here!" She said before she started crying again and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Mila, please. I know you're sick, but we can't stay here. Some bad men are looking for Mommy, and if they find us, they'll hurt us. We can't stay here, baby." I told her in a gentle tone and she sniffled sadly as she looked up at me. She didn't say anything after that she just silently stared out the window.

After ten minutes of driving, Mila was sound asleep. I finally gave in to my emotions and started crying hysterically.

It's only a matter of time until Mateo comes looking for me himself. How will I protect her from him then?

Mateo is ten times better than me at everything.

I won't be able to win against him, él es el Salvador de la mafia (he's the savior of the mafia).

Mateo Delacruz.

He knows how I fight because we used to train together, he knows how I think that's how he always manages to find me.

He's never lost a fight and he sure as hell won't lose one against me. He's the Don of the Salvador mafia clan. He's the don of the most feared and most dangerous mafia family in all of Spain.

I'm a nobody compared to him.

After three hours of driving, I finally arrived at the harbor. I parked my car before jumping out and stepping onto a concrete field. I grabbed Mila, who was still sleeping, from the backseat, and carried her over to the Daisy, my dad's cabin cruiser. I climbed onto the boat before placing Mila in the small bed below deck.

I made my way out of the cabin before I jumped off the boat and ran back to my car. I grabbed our suitcases from the trunk, my duffle bag, along with my purse before I made my way back to the Daisy.

I loaded our things onto the boat before making my way on deck; every movement mechanical. I had done this before. Too many times.

In the cockpit, I started the engine, the familiar hum calming me slightly. The Daisy cut through the water as I steered toward the nearest city, the GPS lighting my path.

The Daisy is the only thing I have left of my dad. It's pure since it's the only thing I didn't get from Mateo. All the money I had in my safe belonged to Mateo. The clothes on our backs were bought with his money. Everything I have belongs to him, including my daughter. She's both mine and his.

Mila is the only pure thing that will ever be tied to Mateo's name. And I refuse to let him ruin her life like he did mine.

I wish my dad was still here, he'd take me in as if I was still his innocent little girl. He would've protected me from Mateo's wrath. Because he was the strongest man I knew, and he left this world way too soon.

I still need him and now I'll never get to see him again. He's another person that Mateo took away from me. He swore he didn't do it, but I knew better.

***

By the time the city came into view, the sun had fully risen. I docked the boat, my legs heavy as I stepped onto solid ground. Uncle Charlie, my dad’s old friend, stood waiting for me.

I gave him all the cash I had so that he'd look after my dad's boat. Ten thousand dollars, that should be enough until I see him again.

"Where are you and little Mila off to this time?" Uncle Charlie asked me and I shrugged lightly.

"Somewhere only we know," I told Uncle Charlie, and he sighed lightly.

"Are you still running from El Salvador?" He asked me in concern and I looked over my shoulders before nodding at him.

“I need to grab Mila.”

Uncle Charlie nodded in understanding, his face lined with worry. I returned to the cabin, reaching for Mila’s shoulder to wake her.

“Mila,” I whispered, but she didn’t move. I frowned, pulling the blanket back.

My breath caught in my throat, and panic exploded in my chest.

Something's wrong.