It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio Novels & Stories

Then her gaze slid to me—me, still seated, hands clenched in my lap, heart racing. “And you?” Thorne asked. “Is this true?” I swallowed. “Yes, Professor,” I said, standing slowly. “I’m… with them.” Her lips twitched as if she's trying hard not to grin. She already knows I'm not a member of the ice hockey team, of course. But still..“Very well, then. Go.” Evangeline looked like she wanted to argue. Thought better of it. Johanis didn’t look at anyone as he reached for my bag, slinging it over his shoulder without asking. I followed him towards the door, every step echoing with awareness.

I said it the way I'd practiced it in my head, direct, no apology, no flinching. He didn't react the way people usually did. No sharp intake of breath. No quick reshaping of his expression into something pitying. He just looked at me, steady and unreadable. "I know about your mother," he said. The room went very quiet. "I know about Connor. I know about last night, the party, the lodge, the rejection." A pause sat in the room and made itself comfortable. "I know about the email you never received." I kept my hands flat against the leather of the chair. Kept my face neutral. Said nothing, because there was nothing to say to that.

Feeling defeated I opened the shop ready for another day in what felt like for one of the first times, repetitive and almost boring. The morning customers are different to the night, I guess they were used to seeing Blake as some of then seemed down right rude to me, but the grocer was in what was thought of as a high end area, so I guess they just went about their day differently. After the morning rush was done, I went out the back office one more time to give the password a crack, the only thing I hadn't tried was Blake's favourite food with his favourite number, seemed too simple but I had nothing to lose so I entered Pasta33 and it worked! I rolled my eyes a little as it wasn't exactly

- Spencer. 'You know me so well.' Ignacio. 'I'm your best mate, forever and always. We come a long way, how could I not.' - Spencer. At this moment, Ignacio felt like shit. So he didn't reply and put back his phone in the back pocket. Chris brown undecided was playing. He couldn't say it was loud because he was used to the noise around here. "That Levetté kid is here.." Abhay warned making Ignacio roll his eyes. "You must be a good lay then.." Abhay teased.

Darkness, it's all I could see as I felt the car start to move. The men talked in Spanish, I couldn't understand a single word of it. They were aggressively arguing while I kept seated in my seat. I didn't move a muscle or said anything. My body throbbed with pain, I was feeling dizzy as I felt blood still dripping down from the back of my head. Ignacio yelled at them to shut up and they all did. I felt a hand creeping between my thighs and I jumped in my seat, startled. "Shh..." It was Ignacio. "It's just me"

Alpha Alec stood victorious over the crumbled, lifeless body of Ignazio. I was breathing heavily, letting the sight sink in. Ignazio’s dead. Ignazio is dead and can never hurt my Amelia again. I can’t wait to return and tell her. Hopefully, it will offset any anger from waking up alone.

" I remembered saying those exact words to someone. The those words rang in my head, who did I say those words to. Flash back "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now.

"I wasn't certain you would." " I almost didn't." Alicia kept her voice even, guarded, the old habits of survival still running just beneath the surface. "Give me a reason I should have." Mrs. Ignacio's hands tightened around the cup. For a long moment she said nothing at all, her eyes fixed on the table between them, and Alicia watched her visibly gather whatever courage this conversation had cost her to arrange. "Your name," Mrs. Ignacio said finally, "isn't the one you were born with.” Alicia went very still. "I know that. I've known that since the gala. You made sure of it."

The waiter approached and placed a martini on the dark bar counter. "Your cocktail, Mr. Ignacio," He said respectfully. Ignacio took out his wallet and pulled out two hundred dollars as a tip. He didn't reminisce with Caitlin. Instead, he grabbed his trench coat and left. Caitlin chased after Ignacio. She followed him all the way to the elevator and grabbed his sleeve. She pleaded softly, "I know I was wrong back then, Ignacio! "Can you give me a chance to make it up to you? Let me accompany you, okay?

I flinched because of shock but I was sure it wasn’t targeting our car, it was the car behind us. The monitor inside the car beeped and an on-going call was accepted. “Three cars behind, most are from the organization, some are from Caliber.” It was a familiar voice. Ignacio! “Ignacio? Is that you?” My voice was filled with excitement. He’s like a great friend of mine so I’m always happy to hear him around. “How are you doing, sweetheart.” His soft voice never faltered and it was filled with sweetness. I giggled but stopped immediately when I saw two sets of eyes glaring at me. Hunter by my side while Hugo from the rearview mirror.