Tanya's POVIt was the most unexpected reconciliation for me, and being in his arms was more than I imagined. I felt a little grateful, but something in me was still uneasy."Come," he said. "Let's go home.""Home?" I said, thinking about the idea. I did not see it as a real home anymore; the memories that place held for me were not the best."I'm going," I said to him."Home?" he asked, looking hopeful."No," I said. "I want to be all by myself for a while.""What?" he asked, looking at me as if he did not understand. I gave him a rather bitter expression in return. "You are still not coming back?" he asked."Maybe," I said. "I might decide to change my mind later on. But first of all, I want to be by myself."I could clearly remember telling him that I loved him, and it was true. However, that was different from wanting to be with him. Maybe I would like that later, but now I wanted nothing more than peace. Anyhow, he was sure to treat me a little differently now that we had reconci
Rodrigo's POVI drove my car home as a sad feeling settled over me. My mission had failed ultimately, even though I had tried my best. She rejected me after I poured my heart out, but something about it seemed off.Maybe I still have a chance with her, I contemplated, knowing fully that I couldn't do without her for a long time. Just as I had confessed to her, I loved her and would not let her go. Although she had sent me away, she also said she loved me.Maybe she wants to give herself some time and distance from me before coming back, I thought, remembering that she had sent me away but did not seem to be angry at me anymore. With that hope in mind, I went into the house feeling slightly lighter. I could not imagine how I would spend the night without her, not knowing whether or not she was safe at the moment. But I knew that I had to. It was necessary for me because that might be the only way to get her back. Ultimately, she wanted a break from me, and as much as I hated it, I need
Rodrigo's POV The man at the gate was wise not to try to keep us out; if anything, he ushered us in in such a way that I wondered whether he was doing it in excitement. What was with how he smelled as I opened the gate and allowed us all to go in, every one of us? I took a deep breath, now feeling a lot more relaxed at the thought that we had been able to come in. It was something I had been thinking about since we were on the road. I wondered then whether he would let us in, seeing the number of people in the convoy and the potential threat we could pose to him and his people. It would be tough to come in if he didn’t want us to. “Hello,” I heard a voice when I exited the car. He was standing there, waiting to meet me. Great, at least he respected me to that extent. “Hello, brother,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. Of course, it was difficult, considering that I was here to challenge him openly, but there was no need to go all out now—not yet. “What is th
Rodrigo's POV It was more than an insult for a subordinate of mine to hit my brother directly in the face. I was pretty sure it was not meant as an act of disrespect, but, of course, Fabio wouldn't see it that way. He was supposed to beat me up—that was the course of the battle now—but my man had stepped in to intervene and had done a lot more than just defend against him for me. "How dare you!" he asked slowly, clutching his cheek as he looked at the man with fire in his eyes. I stood up as fast as I could, feeling the pain going through my leg. The person did not even care to help me stand up, making me feel hostile towards him. The one thing on my mind now was to call him off and probably insult him. Well, while I was at it, I could probably try to make things right with Fabio. I had only a couple of seconds to decide. I could still turn the situation around if I wanted to, but it would take a lot out of me. A simple word of "sorry" was not enough to make Fabio
Rodrigo's POV "Let me pass," I instructed sternly without coming out of my car. "Do it now and fast, or you'll regret it." I was not with any of my men, which was true, but a standard gatekeeper would be easy for me to handle if he was indeed normal. I wasn't ready to be disrespected in such a way by such a lowlife. "You have to stay here," he said. "The master hasn't allowed you to leave yet." At that very moment, I decided to stop talking with him. He would not listen to my reason, so I had to force him to. Hoping I still had it to defeat an ordinary man, I stood up and opened the door, walking out slowly and calmly to avoid the pain in my leg. The fool stood there waiting. I knew he had a good idea of what I was about to do: a physical fight, organic and bloody, with both of our fists and without weapons. I was a little afraid of his confidence that he could defeat me. If he had managed to do that, I would never have been able to raise my head and look at my
Tanya's POV The both of us were husked away without any form of bind. This time, the man seemed to trust us for some reason, but I could not help but feel grateful. At least now, I could be a little more comfortable. Either way, I couldn't escape with him watching us, but if we put our hands together... I glanced at my grandfather, giving him a questioning look. If he were smart enough, he would get my point. He shook his head in response as we communicated silently. He didn't want the both of us to try to attack this man and take him down. But why? That would be a brilliant way of escaping, and it might even work. "I don't think there's anything to lose," I thought as I braced myself for what would happen. As long as my grandfather joined in the fray when it was time, then it would go well. Either way, the worst that could happen would be that he would tie us back up because I was pretty sure that he did not want us to be beaten up in any way. I threw a punch, a s
Tanya's POV "I don't know anything," I said immediately in a panic, although I had a feeling that it was a bit too late to start denying. "But you just told me that you know him," the man responded, looking at me as if I was making a mistake or was sick. "You are going to tell me everything you know when I ask you about it, or you will tell me everything you know when I force you to tell me. It's your choice." "Who the hell are you?" I asked. "I don't appreciate you using that language," he said. "You are in my care and territory, as you know." "F*** you," I cursed. I could feel the wind blowing towards my face. The next instant, I tensed up, expecting the slap to land on me, but at the last moment, it stopped. I looked up to see the man raising his hand. "Don't hurt her, not yet. I don't know whether she wants to be useful to me. That's a choice for her to make." Turning to me, he continued, "If you try that again—disrespecting me and disobeying the order I just gave
Tanya's POV The table was set, and we faced each other in silence. None of us had started eating yet, and the tension in the air was palpable. “Just say it,” he said to me, looking away. “Why did they get me here? How did they find me out?” I asked him. “I don’t know,” he replied simply. “Is it because of you?” I asked. “Are you dragging me into another one of your messes once more?” He was silent. I waited for him to deny it or at least give me some explanation, but when he didn’t say anything for the next couple of minutes, I guessed that I was correct. He was the cause of all this, and they would not have found me out if not for him. “So you admit it,” I said. He did not say anything either but looked at the food with disinterest. I decided to start eating mine before it went cold. The room was a bit dark, and that would only make it get cold faster. “They already know of our connection with each other,” he told me in a small voice. “You tried to deny it earlier