Maria’s pov-
I don't know why this was becoming such a turmoil for me. It is not like I am telling my brothers I am leaving forever and will never see them again; I’m simply telling them I want to live elsewhere, in a place of my own without guns, and drama and fear. A life I built for myself not one that was handed down to me by family name.
“What is this about Maria? Aimee has me trying on bow ties and cuff links for the wedding and I have no patience to deal with her scorn if it so happens that I am late” Lorenzo chuckled from his seat in the sofa across from me.
I smiled softly at my brother, I truly am happy that he has Aimee by his side, he deserves love and happiness, they both do.
“You look like you need a glass of whiskey” Diego suggested eyeing me with what I assume was curiosity slash concern.
“Yes please” I took the offer although I’m not even sure he was offering.
“at least we can check pregn
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Marias pov-I fidgeted with my hands to ease the overwhelming emotions within me.“In order for Lucien to leave he would need to get his business in order, wipe out every enemy he has, as well as find a replacement to take his place, a someone to work alongside the rest of us. And even if he was to succeed, he would still need to take precautions when living a life out there” Lorenzo filled me in.“Enemies? precautions?” I questioned not believing that Lucien has any enemies.“Yes angel, enemies and many of them. This family are not sunshine and roses. But I’m sure you already know that” Diego forced a smile. An attempt to ease the pain of my hopes and fucking dreams being shut down.“I broke up with him. I cannot stay here and see him, day in and day out. I need my own space, my own life. I don’t want this” I cried; I couldn’t help the tears that
Maria's POV- “I don’t know who Rocco is, but I don’t see how him having overlook every movement I make for the rest of my life is going to be an improvement from living here” I added, what would a life like that consist of? Me being stuck in another overly large house only this time more alone with nowhere to go. “Lucien already has plans for Rocco. And Maria, I know it’s not what you had hoped for but for now, you’re going to have to sit on the idea for the time being.” Lorenzo said as if pained to be the one to send the last blow to my now distant dreams. I shook my head in disappointment. They are supposed to be my family. Instead, there more like my captives. I rose to my feet swiftly needing to get some air or just out of this now seemingly small living room. This was pointless. An effort waisted on an impossible hope. “You know this is bullshit right. If I stay, I’m stuck doing your paperwork, you won’t let me
Marias pov-I felt deflated as I walked away from the living room. It felt as if I was stuck in mud, my life was at a standstill, firmly encased with no hope of escape.What was I to do with my life now? I couldn’t leave until my brothers where sure it was safe for me.I was angry at them, and I know it is not their fault and that I shouldn’t take the bad set of life cards I was dealt and put the blame on them, hell they were pretty much dealt the same deck of cards as I was, the only difference being was that I had been born female and shielded from the part of our name that I’m most certain holds more darkness then I can ever imagine.Our name seemed to be a curse. Whether I want my surname or not, it still won’t change the fact that I am indeed a Valdez. Maybe that’s where my life has gone wrong? Maybe I’m not meant for a life of freedom and the normal American woman’s dream life of a white picket fence and a d
Lucien’s pov- “Your being serious?” she asked hesitantly. With the look on her face right now she looks like a cat being forced into the rain. “don’t tell me you still get seasick?” I smirked remembering her vomiting over me and everyone else that had been stuck on the yacht our parents had taken us on as kids. “Well, I wouldn’t know Lucien, I haven’t been on a boat since I was like ten” she hissed at me. I smirked, biting my lip to hold back my obvious amusement at her expense. “Come on, I’m sure you will be fine. we can’t exactly go very far” I motioned out to the lake in front of us. “Do you even know how to drive this thing?” she asked sceptically. “Sail maria, sail this thing” I corrected “And yes would I own it if I couldn’t?” I paired my smirk with a raised brow earning a straight-faced sulk of a look in response. If I have any chance of getting her on this b
Lucien’s pov-She sighed heavily beside me, and I knew all playfulness was now over. And just as I had expected I looked down to see her lips pulled into a thin line and her smile vanished.“Did we ruin it?” she asked, her face contort of many emotions.“What do you mean?” I frowned not entirely understanding her question.“We were so happy together when we were young. You know, before the kissing and the hand holding began” she drifted her eyes to her lap “before the risk we took to fall in or out of love. What happened to us?” she asked, I wasn’t even sure if she was asking me or herself.With her question it was obvious that although she was trying her best to hide that our breakup had hurt her, she couldn’t, she was in fact burnt and in pain by the fall out of her love for me.“We could go forever without ever getting into an a
Lucien’s pov-“I told Lorenzo and Diego that I’m leaving, and they shut me down” she let me in, her face scrunched in what looked like pain at her own words.This was really affecting her, hell the site of her going from laughter to crying in only minutes was affecting me. I hated it. I fucking hated the sight.I stayed quiet allowing her to get anything she had on her chest out.“I get that they want me to be safe” “But I just don’t understand why they make it out to be so hard. Why can’t I just disappear? fake my death or something. Why is it so hard to make that happen? If people think I’m dead, then there won’t be any dangers for me to have to hide from. To need to be protected from” she looked me dead in the eye.“I just want a normal life, where I don’t have to fear. I’m tired of waiting around to see if th
MARIAS POV-I was bored. Miserable and alone.I didn’t want to leave my room, I hated having to be stuck in this excessively large house and since I had to be stuck somewhere, what better place was there than my own bed?Aimee was busy with planning for the wedding. Even though she had officially moved in she still had no spare time for us to hang out, not even for ten minutes a day. she has practically kidnapped Lorenzo, Everything the pair do is in preparations for their wedding that has now been moved forward to only two weeks away.Today, was the date of their first dinner party held with some of the closest ally’s the family business have, so as you could imagine this place was hectic and yeah…I would rather hide out in this boring bedroom of mine then wonder off into the stress of Aimee and Lorenzo’s world.It has been a little over a week since I had last seen Lucien. He was working, he and Diego had left the morning
Maria's POV- Slipping my feet into my black high heels, I was officially ready to go. Well, I was physically ready to leave, I say physically because although I was dressed, make-up done and hair flowing loose? I was feeling un-easy and on edge, the only thing on my mind was Lucien and I was beyond anxious to see him. he has still not made an attempt to let me know that he had arrived home safe. I was beginning to feel that the situation between us was affecting me way more than it was him, maybe he had sought out comfort from a woman on his business travels and was finding it way easier to get by with the day-to-day activities than I was. I know he has no obligations to me anymore and I know I have repeated this to myself multiple times but I was in fact so uncontrollably affected by it, I was in fact angry, pissed the fuck off that he had not came to see me yet and as much as this dress makes me feel powerfully beautiful, it could not ease the whirling thou