"So Maria, now I don't know the details but I heard you went through an ordeal while you were away. How are you feeling emotionally?" He questioned as he began removing the stitches.   I sucked in a deep breath. "Wow, have you even started? I can't feel a thing" I bit my lip.   "I stock the best numbing cream in the country. Now you're avoiding the question" he stated as he worked.   I sighed he was right. I was avoiding the question. I didn't want to talk about it not to anyone and definitely not to a stranger to Which this man ultimately was.   "I'm not avoiding the question per say.. There is just not much to talk about. What happened has happened and now I am just looking forward and not looking back" I spoke slowly.   The man was right in my face and it's awkward having to breath all on his face whilst I answer his questions.  

Maria’s pov-   I pulled back from Lucien’s embrace; his blue eye’s shined as he gazed back at me.   “Will you really, leave this behind and come with me?” I asked in doubt.   I didn’t believe he would and as much as I had dreamed for this exact moment, unlike me Lucien was built for this world, the business and the war. He was good at it, near enough perfect for this life.   He cupped my cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb smoothing circles into the skin of my cheek.   “I want you to be happy Maria. I will give everything in my power to see you have the life you wish to have. But I need time; I have a responsibility here that I must set in order before it would be possible for me to give you what you wish.“ He spoke softly.   His words had only crushed the little bit of hope that I had of the possibility of me and Lucien living a norm

Maria’s pov-   The car pulled up at the entrance to what I assume is the club Marcel and Diego where taking us too. This place looked extremely busy, the car park was full and busts of people all crowded by the door. "Wow" I breathed in awe as I read the neon red sign that said ‘El Diablo’ I didn’t read much in Spanish I understood it better when spoken. I know its weird being that I am half Spanish but if I am not wrong and that is a big IF then the sign had meant The Devil. “Right girls no rules except please stay out of trouble, I would like to be able to go to bed happily drunk when we get home without having my toes removed by lorenzo and lucien first” Diego smiled widely as if his statement was a normal things to say. He radiated excitement and to be honest I think he is more excited to get out to club then I am. “Diego you are to stay alert. This is not our territory and I would

Carlos’s POV- I watched Maria from where I was sat. I couldn’t help myself the sight was captivating as I watched her sway her hips to the beat that bounced around us. Her hands gliding over her body seductively as she drunkenly lost herself to the music. She is fascinatingly beautiful and I practically squirmed in my seat with the pulsing hardness that grew against the fabric of my trousers just from watching her. I glanced around seeing that I wasn’t the only one. Without knowing and so obviously oblivious to her effect she had grown an audience from more then a few men. I clenched my teeth at the ogling freshmen that didn’t hide his arousal as he eyed her from the bar. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. I wasn’t one to get worked up for any woman but it seems this woman had wriggled her way into my mind more than id like

  I pushed the door to the ladies room open and made my way to the cubicle almost tripping over my own feet at the rush and need to release my bladder.   It was only once I had sat upon the toilet seat that I really felt how totally fucking drunk I was. A nauseous feeling was settled in my stomach and a head ache began to boom so loud I felt like my brain was going to explode.   I finished on the toilet stumbling out the cubicle to wash my hands. I needed my bed or somewhere to lie down.   I took in my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks where blush red and the strands of hair at the front of my head where damp from sweating on the dance floor.   At least my make up was still intact perfectly fine where it was painted to my face. I took a deep breath in an attempt at ridding the nausea from my stomach.   I wasn’t ready for the night to be over. I wanted to st