Jane's POV.I subtly checked the time on my phone as I sat at the dinner table. Where was he?I looked at Mateo, he was staring down at his phone and so was abuelo. It had to be one of the worst feelings in the world when you felt your family was keeping something big from you. It had to be something bad if they were keeping it from me. Usually, Mateo would tell me everything and his silence was making me question the severity of the situation, scaring me further because I was left with nothing but my imagination for answers. I knew with everything in me that they knew where Alvaro was and they were lying to me. I heard the front door open and I waited. Abuelo and Mateo both looked up at me before their gazes fell on each other and then on the dining room door.My mother sat absentmindedly in her chair as her eyes scanned all the detail of the room. There had been silence for over ten minutes and usually, Mateo was never silent. "Sorry I'm late," Alvaro walked into the dining roo

Alvaro's POV. I loved her. I had never loved a woman as much as I loved Jane and yet she couldn't even look at me anymore. It tore me. I felt unworthy of her and I was. She broke me in ways I didn't know a man could break. It was weeks but it felt like forever since she let me even touch her. She slept in her old room and I didn't have the courage to face her or drag her to bed with me. "You seem distracted, Castillo," Constantine said, and I ran a hand through my hair trying to get my head back on straight for what I was about to do, "it's the wife, isn't it? Honeymoon phase faded huh?" He had a cocky smile on his face as if he had just figured me out with one glance. "I'm not having this conversation with you," I muttered. Constantine and love were like oil and water. I thought I was bad but the man went through women like I went through clothes. "Just because we lead two of the city's biggest gangs. We can't get real, Castillo?" He was crazy if he thought I was a big enough

"Alvaro," she smiled, reaching for him with a manicured hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him as she gave me a brief once-over. "It's been forever." She kissed his cheek. The claws were out. Alvaro looked at me, holding his hands up. She pulled back and her eyes fell on me. "Gianna this is Jane, my wife," he introduced, snaking an arm around my waist and crushing me into his side. Gianna sounded like she was choking as an ugly snarl took over her lips and her nose flared. "Married. You're married?" Her eyes were wide and she looked seconds away from going feral. "You broke up with me seven months ago because you didn't want to commit to me!" "Seven months," I uttered, looking at Alvaro and his eyes were the widest I'd ever seen them. I didn't think the girls he told me about were that recent. "I need a drink," I said and moved to go to the bar. He could handle this on his own. "Jane you can't drink," Alvaro reminded, moving to come with me. "Relax I mean

Jane's Pov.I couldn't feel my senses anymore. I was unsure if I was even alive at this point. It felt like my soul had been pushed out of my body and was hovering from above. Everyone moved around me and I was sure they were talking because I saw their lips move, yet I couldn't understand a word they were saying. It all sounded like gibberish. "Find him-" were two words that made sense. I prayed that it was all a nightmare. I was waiting to wake up in bed next to Alvaro, knowing Mateo was sleeping soundly in the next room. But I wasn't waking up. Each second trapped in this reality felt like a lifetime in hell. "Jane," someone called. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks as my ears finally popped. Everyone's urgent voices hit my ears at once and it was mind-numbing. "Jane," abuelo was calling me. "Take her home," I heard Alvaro's voice. That seemed to stir an emotion in me. "She can't be here." My head snapped in his direction and something inside me quivered as I

I sat beside Mateo holding his hand as the doctors attempted to remove the bullet. Alvaro was speaking to the nurses in private about how the bullet ended up in his shoulder. I owed my life to Mat. Carlos, unfortunately, had to stay a few days in the hospital. They had to do some blood tests, stitch up his wounds as well as do an X-ray. Fernez was also starving him so he had dropped weight rapidly. Mat squeezed my hand as he ground his teeth. "It's okay just a little more, Mat," I said, wiping his forehead with a cold press. His body was burning up and his face was red. "Motherfucker," he yelped and the doctor removed the bullet with something that looked like very long tweezers. "Fuck," Mateo cried out. "Well I need to go wash my ears out with soap after all that cussing, Mr Castillo," the doctor gave him a reprimanding look as he cleaned up his shoulder and bandaged his arm. I didn't know Mateo had such a sailor's mouth but I guess living with Alvaro did that. "Mrs Castillo," A