Ava stared at the lonely street they were driving through, she glanced at the man beside her who hadn’t said a single word after watching him murder three men in cold blood and would have killed the poor woman and her daughter had she not called to him. Once again he acted like he was alone in the car and that she was invisible. She sighed a little louder than necessary, hoping to draw his attention but he didn’t even react to it.She decided to ignore him as well and leaned on her seat, looking out the window but after a while, she couldn’t bear the silence and turned to him, his attention was still on the road and he didn’t even spare her a glance. “So,” she spoke up after she couldn’t hold it anymore, “gonna tell me why you killed those men?”She waited but no reply came from him, she sighed and looked at the window, “I’m pretty sure she was not married to all three of them, so why kill all three if s

Four days later, Ava snapped her eyes open at the sound of the thunder, her heart was beating loud in her chest, she has never been a friend of the thunder and the phobia had started when she was still five and her house was attacked by some men. Her mother had locked her up in the wine cellar with nothing to accompany her but the angry roar of the thunder beating loud around the house and deep in her chest as well as the sound of gunshots raining everywhere. Ever since that night, she never slept alone when it was raining because she always fear that the night would repeat itself.The lightening drew, sending flashes of light into her room and making her shut her eyes once more and when the thunder roared, she screamed along with it. Fear was invading her and she clutched tightly on the bed sheet, waiting, listening for when she would hear the scream of men and followed by gunshots. The pitter patter of the rain was so constant against her window and the thunder kept roaring

Ava screamed immediately she had the sound and Lucian covered her mouth with his hand quickly, looking deep into her eyes as she was shaking violently. Finally, her fear came to pass; this was how it all started that night. She was looking at Lucian but the darkness of the room made it impossible to see his eyes or his face, and all she could see was his shadow and the feeling of his hand on her mouth that was blocking her sound. “Shh,” he whispered and surprised her by pulling her close and kissing her forehead before letting her go, “stay here, Ava, I am going to remove my hand now but you must not make any sound, you have to obey this, do you understand cariño?” She nodded and he said, “bien,” before letting go of her mouth. “What do you think was that?” She whispered. “I think we are under attack.” “What? I thought you said no one can find here.” “Si, until today,” he replied and reached under the pillow for his gun, with one more look at

By evening in the day, they were back in the car, driving to a place Ava has no idea of and have asked but Lucian had only replied with that they were going to Mexico and she wondered if they would be driving there. After a half an hour drive, they drove into a remote area with bushes around and another short five minutes drive, they arrived at a runway with a private jet not far from where they parked. Ava glanced at him then and he nodded at the jet, “Mexico,” he said and climbed out of the car.She did as well and waited for him to get their bags and they started approaching the jet when someone came out of it. He was a brunette with light brown eyes. He was tall and with an athletic body building and he looked quite dashing as he hastily climbed down the stairs and wrapped Lucian in a big hug, shouting something in Spanish. She watched as Lucian responded to the man’s greetings with a soft smile, replying in Spanish as well. The two men ended up conversi

Ava glanced away from him, his question hit her bad, why does she care? He was right, for a man that kidnapped her and ready to deliver her to some guy, kissing her and threatening to kill her is a small thing for him to accomplish, so why was she hurt by it? Why does her heart feel sour? Why does she feel like this?“You know,” Antonio began, sitting beside her on the fountain, “a man like him can do anything he wants without a care in the world,” he chuckled, “but he is not the kind of man to just worry for no reason. True he has trust issues, Anthony have pledge his loyalty to him for three years now but he still doesn’t trust him, so in your case, he kissed you, you said, and then he threatened to kill you, it’s the same thing. The same trust issues.”“He doesn’t trust me?” She asked and then sighed, “well, I was not expecting him to trust me anyway, I don’t even trust him.”