All Chapters of In Love With The Enemy's Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sabrina’s Pov"Bull's eye!" Valentina rejoiced behind me. I lowered the gun, turned to her, and smiled."You're so good at this thing."“It is your turn to come try it out," I winked at her after the first statement before dragging her forward as she tried to resist and handing her the gun. She held it and turned to me."I just can't shoot, it's so impossible for me to hit the target.” I moved closer to her and helped her lift the gun from behind her."Firm grip, look at the direction of the bull's eye, now point your gun in that direction, steady stance, and take a deep breath. Do not be shaky, and don't let your heartbeat distract you,” I instructed her before stepping aside so she could shoot.She eventually pulled the trigger, but she missed Bull's eye; she was so close to it."I missed it again." She lamented"But you were so close to it, you've never been that close,” I entreated her to try again, which she did."Bull's-eye, yes!" I yelled victoriously behind her as she hit the

Sabrina’s PovMartinez had dragged me out in the night to a club all in search of Rodrigo, the drug mafia. I know I said I'd do anything to get Rodrigo, but right now I just want to go back to my bed. My body still hurts from my encounter with Santiago .Martinez appeared in a stylish suit with an embroidered vest while I wore a sleeveless body-fitting gown with ruffles from my waist downwards. The gown stopped right below my butt, revealing my thighs and my face was made up—courtesy of my sister. My hands were tucked into Martinez's while we walked into the club, he caressed my hand with his second hand, he seemed to be loving the whole undercover thing more than I was."You look sexy," He complimented"Thank you, that's the idea, right?" He smiled as we continued inside. We sat on a couch by the corner of the club, and Martinez draped his hands over the back of the bench while I lay on it. We ordered Tequila as we watched the strippers dance around the pole.We soon noticed tension

Sabrina’s Pov I had stood outside in the freezing night, shifting my gaze from one passing vehicle to another. I know who I saw, I know it was Rodrigo. “Excuse me, miss?” I turned to look at the clueless nurse. “Miss Sabrina,” I refused to shift my focus from the road. “I was asked to get your signatures on this paper.” I signed it quickly. My heart ached so badly I was hallucinating, but if it was Rodrigo, then this is just the beginning. Tina laid in bed, she looked so calm but I could still see she was in pain. I stood near Tina’s bed, rubbing her stiff hands together. The machines beeped softly, reminding me she was still here. Barely, but here. “I’m so sorry, Tee,” I whispered softly as if she would wake up if I spoke too loudly and I knew she needed rest. “I should’ve protected you. I should’ve been there.” Her eyes were closed. She couldn’t hear me, but saying the words still burned my throat. I pulled the chair closer and sat, leaning forward with my elbows on t

Sabrina's Pov I left the precinct earlier than planned. I needed to see Tina again, even if she was still half asleep and barely speaking. I needed proof she was still here. My mind kept looping through everything the man had said.I tried focusing on the steps in front of me, on the sidewalk, on anything that didn’t feel like it was pressing down on my chest. But I was too caught up in my own thoughts, too busy trying to figure out what Rodrigo’s next move might be.Which is probably why I didn’t notice anyone walking toward me until it was too late.I bumped straight into a solid chest.“Oh, Sabrina,” a familiar voice said as a hand wrapped gently around my arm to steady me. “Be careful.”I looked up quickly. “Santiago?”He smiled a little, still holding onto me for a second before letting go. “You okay? You looked miles away.”“Yeah, I was just deep in thoughts,” I muttered, brushing my hair back. “Clearly,” he said with a soft laugh. “You almost knocked yourself out.”I rolled m

Sabrina's Pov I scrambled back on the bed, my dress was still bunched around my thighs. Santiago stood there, gun lowered with his chest rising and falling fast. Blood splatter dotted his unbuttoned shirt. He looked at the two bodies in the doorway, then back at me, eyes dark and unreadable. “Sabrina, breathe, it is over, they’re down.” “Down?” I laughed, sharp and hysterical. “You just shot three men like it was nothing. How did you even…… where did that gun come from? Under my bed? Who the hell are you?” He moved fast but careful, stepping over the first body to check the hallway. “Clear,” he muttered, then pulled out his phone and dialed with one hand, “Yeah, it’s me. Two down at my current location. Send a crew now. No, don’t ask questions, just make it quiet and fast.” He hung up and turned to me. “Backup’s coming to clean this up.” I snatched the lamp off the nightstand, ripping the code from the wall, and held it like a bat. My hands shook but I didn’t lower it. “Back