FEW MONTHS LATER The courthouse papers were tucked away in a drawer, a small stack of officialdom that now made Camila's life feel both more and less complicated. Less because she loved the feeling, the new place, and the time off work she got, even though she was practically a CEO. She's a workaholic, so this became a vacation—a much-needed break from work after her recovery. Now that she was officially Mrs. Antonio De La Cruz, the weight of everything had finally begun to settle. She was in the kitchen, humming softly when Antonio wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on her shoulder as he watched her slice an avocado. A simple lunch she decided to toss together. The place was quiet, just how they liked it—no bunch of staff running around unless it was during designated hours. They had agreed to keep it free of full-time staff, with cleaners coming only a few times a week. It was a simple luxury they both enjoyed; some nights they cooked together, but most nights,
Camila woke up feeling a heavy weight around her back, like the feeling of someone holding onto her. Looking down, she saw a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She didn't need to look to know who it was already."Hola," Antonio whispered in her ear and kissed softly on her earlobe.Camila almost giggled, squeezing his arms that were around her stomach. As her hand skimmed the fabric, her mind instantly flashed back to the news, and her smile dropped."We lost the little one," she sighed, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "The name Miguel would have suited him. I like imagining how he'll look in my head—half me, half you. He gets your nose. I prefer your nose to mine, and then he gets my blonde hair.""Camila," Antonio began, but she wasn't finished."A male blonde would be nice in the family. I was also hoping he wouldn't take my personality, especially my temper. And I didn't want him to look like any of his grandparents. Ernesto—yuck." She recoiled and trailed off, staring
The gunshots still rang in Camila's head, even though the sounds were long gone. She clenched her jaw, biting her lips so hard that she tasted blood. Emily wasn't moving. Perez was bleeding out. Her brain just... couldn't deal with what was in front of her. Everything felt numb.But then, she had to move. She was free, kind of, just to get rid of the cuffs and the duct tape. She started dragging herself. Her hands were still tied, the cuffs digging in, but she used her legs, pushing and wiggling across the muddy ground. Every inch hurt like hell, but she just focused on Perez.When she finally got to him, he was flat on his back, eyes half-open, breathing shallow and ragged. He was still alive but barely. She wasted no time and immediately dipped her cuffed hands, reaching into his pocket, hoping he had the key.She fumbled with the jagged edge of what felt like a key; her cuffed hands were awkward and stiff within the confines of his pocket. Her fingers, numb and sore, struggled to
The door burst open, and a swarm of police officers rushed in, flooding the room. Guns pointed, the whole room surrounded. Red laser dots danced across faces and chests.Everything just... stopped. The yelling, the arguing, the frantic movements—all of it froze like the air sucked out of the room.The cops fanned out as they took in the scene: the crumpled bodies on the floor, the vomit, and Alejandro heaving and coughing up whatever was left in his stomach.The officers' eyes then landed on Ernesto, who still had his gun pressed to Alejandro's head, and on Madison, who was standing there like a ghost, her hand shaking so hard the pistol looked like it might fly out of her grip. The chaos wasn't gone; it had just changed uniforms.***The outside air was a shock to Antonio's face: cold and thick with the sound of a dozen sirens all screaming at once. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and the metal bit into his skin. He was being pushed along by a cop who smelled like old coffee a
A couple of masked men swarm in, guns raised and ready. They were the remaining men of Alejandro stationed outside on the lookout. These guys moved with a quiet, practiced ease. The large room suddenly feels too small as they spread out, surrounding them completely.They ignored the bodies on the floor and the heaving Alejandro. All eyes and all gun barrels were on Ernesto. It was as if they didn't notice Antonio with a gun, or that he wasn't sensed enough of a threat. He just stood frozen, the pistol by his side.Ernesto’s glare was enough to bore a hole through Antonio’s skull. He kept his gun pressed to Alejandro's head, his hands steady as ever.Glancing over every face and seeing how ready they were to cock their guns, Ernesto gritted his teeth."Antonio," he muttered under his breath as he pulled Alejandro off the ground and hooked his arm around his neck.The masked men flinched, their gun barrels wavering for a fraction of a second. The silence returned, but this time it was d
"You're gonna frame me, and you're telling me to my face," Antonio said.Alejandro grinned wider, a smile that made the air feel heavy. "Why not? You're a smart guy. I figured you'd appreciate a little heads-up. A man needs to know his options."Before Antonio could respond, a new masked figure slipped into the room. He whispered something to one of the guards standing next to Alejandro on the right side, right next to Abuelo's body. And the two men made a switch. A shift change? Antonio didn't think that was necessary."This wine is boring me," Alejandro said with a sigh, holding up his half-empty glass. "Get me another one."The new masked man nodded, took the glass, and walked to the bar. He turned his back to the group; he looked like he was lost in thought for a bit before he reached for a bottle and began pouring.Antonio was positioned at the edge of the couch, never taking his eyes off the new guy. He was acting odd, slightly out of place, and too slow to fit the job.Though A