Six years later.

"Thanks for watching you beauties, I'll see all next time."

It felt odd watching my own video on YouTube but it built me a new name, it gave me a new purpose and a new me. I had the luxury to run a successful YouTube Channel that had over 8.8 Million subscribers and a lifestyle blog. Smiling, I closed my laptop before leaving the room. Going on Instagram, I posted the thumbnail of the video with a message that I'd just uploaded a new makeup tutorial on my channel.

While working as an escort, I got to learn a lot about the elite world. Most of my clients were rich, successful businessmen and one thing they know how to do is supply on demand. I'd heard them bitch about their wives and colleague to learn how to attract audience. Not to mention my job was to do exactly that.

That life felt like a life time ago. It didn't even feel like that I'd lived that life.

I felt like a third person who was watching back at young woman's life who wasn't there anymore. She was sad, without a goal or purpose, family or a friend but now she had it all. The man of her dreams, happiness, life, money. Everything that the younger me was scared to wish because hoping meant disappointment and I dared to hope.

Now, everything was different. I wasn't scared to fail because I had someone to share that feeling with. I was an entrepreneur who was represented by the Benoist PR team. Even to Tori Benoist was much younger than me, she was a genius. Tori helped me go viral on Instagram, attract companies like Dior, Channel and many more. She just solidified a deal with Dior for me.

Dior was an elite cosmetic company who didn't collaborate with public figures but somehow, Tori managed to do that for me. I wouldn't necessarily be creating my own line but they will allow me to create my own eyeshadow pallet, lip glosses, blush and high lighter under their name with my collaboration. It was a huge deal and honour.

I had a different life now.

I looked out at the ocean, took a picture of the sun setting on the horizon and posted it on Instagram.

I was supposed to get on a plane in 2 hours and go back home to Santiago. A giddy feeling erupted in my belly. I couldn't wait to see him even if this trip only lasted for a week.

Stretching, I looked through my posts. The recent images were full of palm trees, cabanas, golden sunsets, turquoise water, luxurious spa trips and much more artsy photographs. I sold a lifestyle fantasy that people could only dream of. These days, the finer things in life are aspired for and people would follow anyone who has what they don't but thrive to achieve that one day.

Therefore, I created a semi fantasy life online.

I learned fantasy attracted people a long time ago and when you added a touch of mystery with certain amount of realism, people ate that up a lot quicker. Getting the drone out of my closet, I set it off, taking in a video

At first, Tiago was concerned about showing my face online because of him. I was attached to him, especially after he had me sign a marriage paper after 5 months of being together. I'd refused vehemently until he bought a fucking machine and fucked me into submission. I'd agreed after hours long of being penetrated by him.

He just wanted his name attached to mine but I still couldn't use his name online. Online, he was always Tiago, my husband and I was still Mariana Rodriguez. He always had bodyguards around me when I travelled alone but I never knew they were there.

The luxurious Tropical Over Water Resort of St Lucia looked breath taking in the pink, red, orange and blue sunset. The colours were extraordinary and the palm trees and the mountain added a rather exotic silhouette to the evening. As the sun dipped past the horizon, it left a blue to pink huge over the sky and the ocean. Sometimes, I wanted to fly myself and experience these beautiful scenery.

Maybe I could. Next time when I come here, I can depart during sunset, that would be glorious.

The journey from the little island to L.A. was a long one but Emirates first class was luxurious with a comfortable bed. I slept most of the time and the other time I spent videoing the First Class sponsored trip. I flew nearly every month therefore I didn't want to waste Santiago's share for the Private Plane.

I didn't know that you could share a private plane with other billionaires if you didn't want to buy your own. Tiago didn't travel much, therefore he didn't need one before but now, we were always travelling. Well, I was because it was my job and he would accompany me whenever he could.

I sometimes felt like a douchebag for complaining about too much work when my work was basically, travelling to luxurious destinations, documenting and highlighting their activities and beauties, then posting it online.

This is all I dreamt of all those years ago when I had nothing. Prior to my life as an escort, when my parents were still alive. We were so poor, we only bought things that were needed not wanted. Therefore, I only had two jeans and 7 to 8 different blouses or t-shirts, 2 shorts and a hand full of old dresses. Considering we lived in L.A. my parents never bought me boots. It was just sandals for me all year round.

Poverty made me hate the heat.

Now, I was beginning to appreciate it, especially when there was A.C. inside anywhere I went. As I finished filming the first class lounge, I asked my designated Flight Attendant about the new features of the plane. When my channel was getting some recognition, I remember raving about the first class service on my blog and it had over 2 million hits and a lot of people book first class tickets with that airline.

Since then, I'd get a free return tickets for first class if I put it up on my social media. I didn't mind, I loved my job but I loved the man more who was back in L.A. and I was itching to get home to him.

I was quite shocked to see Santiago's driver, Lincoln waiting for me at baggage claim. No matter how busy he was, he'd always come to pick me up and drop me off. That was our thing. It's been six years, this is the first time he'd sent someone else.

"Where's Tiago?" My nickname for him rolled off my tongue with the thick accent.

"He's at the office, he told me to take you home. He said to get food on the way home. He might be late."

Getting into the Rolls Royce, I took a picture and put it up on Instagram Story with a word jetlagged then I called Tiago.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine." He sounded busy, various men spoke around him. "I'm so sorry I couldn't come to pick you up but this is something you wouldn't be mad at me for. When I come home, I'll explain everything to you. Please trust me." He pleaded sincerely.

"Okay, I'll see you home." There were raised voices behind him and suddenly, he cut the call. I was slightly worried. It's been a long time since he killed someone and before that, I remember him being this focused. I didn't always ask him about the people he was eliminating but when it was this significant, he told me about them.

I was too tired to edit videos and too worried to do anything else. So, I ended up watching other YouTubers until it heard the front gate clink open. Closing my phone, I opened the door, waited for him under the little porch.

He didn't even put the car in the garage, just drove around the centre fountain and parked right in front of me. The light form inside softly graze over his face. My heart flipped. He looked absolutely shattered.

Shutting off the car, he came around with a two bags of food. His usual sleeked back hair looked like it got caught in a tornado.

"Baby, what happened?" My hands went straight to his face, trying to soothe whatever worry that troubled him.

"Let's go inside." He sounded so defeated. An ache bloomed in my heart. I couldn't stop touching him, hoping it would soothe some of anguish written all over his body.

"Did you eat, maybe you should ea-"

"Tiago." There was a quiver in my voice that I didn't even know I was capable of. "What happened?" Taking the damn bag from his hand, I set it down on the table. The dimmed living room suddenly looked much darker. He sat back against the back rest as if all the energy had been drained out his body. His tie was gone, so I decided to unbuckle his belt and put it on the table. Wanting him to be comfortable, I did the same with his custom made Italian leather shoe, left it under the table.

He was so out of it, I doubted he even realised that I was right next to him.

"Baby" I grabbed his face and turned him towards me. "What's wrong?" I pleaded. I was so worried about him that my heart was pounding loudly in my chest.

"I think... he gulped, I think my sister might be alive." He was absolutely heartbroken. The little break in his voice was agonising me. I'd never seen him in such manner. My eyes roamed around his face. He looked so weak now, probably running on adrenaline all day and now he'd crash.

"How? What... I mean how?" I didn't know how to approach this situation. So many thought were racing through my brain. What if she had been hurt all these years? What if she moved on from her family who maybe she thought were dead? What if she rejected him when they met? My heart broke a little for him.

"Remember, around 6 months ago, the news in east coast was reporting that the charges against Jude Capone was dropped due to lack of evidence and that he was back in USA?" I nodded at his question.

"Remember the huge gang war with military grade grenades and over 20 people were arrested and they all worked for Mason Capone who died in that war?" He asked again.

Of course I remembered it. Since then, he'd been sending as many men he could to kill Jude Capone. The last of the Capone brother. He wanted to obliterate their family name from the face of the earth.

"Yes."

"Well, after Mason's death the whole Empire had fallen. The one's who were arrested they all flipped on Jude. He has no power loyalty considering he's a stranger to these men. I don't know any official report but there's a rumour going around gangs and mafia syndicates that Jude had kidnapped Mason Capone's daughter." His head turned towards the image over the fireplace mantle. A sickening feeling churned my stomach.

"The rumour is that she wasn't Mason's daughter, she was..." My voice broke. "She is... Lucia." The whisper shot like a bullet in the serene silence. A wounded sound escaped his mouth and he twisted like he'd been stabbed in his side. Hunching forward, he put his elbows on his knees and head in his hands.

Wrapped my arms around his defeated shoulder, I supressed the strong urge to cry. He wasn't crying. I've never once seen him cry, even when he took me to Mexico to meet his Tio and showed me the mass graves of his family. I remember shedding a few tears in the bathroom by myself.

He was surrounded by so much loss, how could someone handle it.

Now, everything he'd known, might be a lie. Everything he'd worked for, was taken away by other people who were killing the family he set out to destroy. That's just one less evil on earth, didn't matter who got to stick the stake in their hearts. I tried to comfort him as much as I could but I knew he was just thinking the worst. Therefore, I switched tactics.

"Is there a way to see if the rumours are true or not?" I asked.

"So far, all I know is that Xavier is not dead. Remember 6 years ago when I told you about him. He and his girlfriend were killed by Laurence Capone. Leo, his second in command killed him in retaliation. So that was one less Capone to hill?"

"Yeah. I remember."

"That's how the rumour mill started. He's alive and the girlfriend is his wife and they have a 6 year old child. When he resurfaced, he resurfaced with a girl called... Lucia Catalan." All the breath had been knocked out of him. He usually spoke of her with such joy but this time, it was there was only pain. My heart hurt for him. We weren't very emotional people, we used our bodies and actions to show each other how much we appreciated each other or to comfort each other. This one, acquired for neither.

"What if it's a hoax to lure you or your Tio out?" Lucia's father was in Mexico. If he knew there was a chance his daughter was alive, he'd get here even if he had to leave a trail of blood behind him just to see her once.

"What is it's not? I could never forgive myself." I'd never seen him like this. So defeated, so un focused. He looked like he had the burden of the world on his shoulder.

"Then if it is Lucia, we have to bring her home." I used my long nails to fork through his hair.

That got his attention. He suddenly found a purpose and now he knew what he had to do. I smiled, jumped into his arms as wrapped his around me. "It will be okay. You will be okay." I promised.

Santiago

A week later

I flipped though the digital images that my men sent me couple of days ago of the girl who Xavier called Lucia, Xavier knew her as a child and he was always very kind to her. Unlike some of my other cousins who liked to rag on her. My little brother Luca and Xavier weren't like the other buys. They were too sophisticated for their young age.

My chest ached and I itched just above my peck. I longed for them. My life's mission was to avenge them and I still couldn't do that properly. Bitterness gripped my throat. Six months ago, we tried to get Mason Capone.

After he'd moved to New York, it was much easier to penetrate his defences but when he hired a new security team, things became much trickier. Therefore, Mariana had asked Miss Caroline if she knew anyone in New York. Luckily, Madam La'Laurie had a well known escort service. I remember that from my wild days of my youth and grief. I asked her if she could use her girls to get something on the fat bastard but one of the girl was caught.

An ex navy seal had come to her place to threaten her to stay away. It made my blood boil that even after he'd moved, I couldn't do anything.

But, he was dead now.

All there was left was Jude. I'd been chasing that bastard for 6 months now but he keeps slipping through or he's nearly impossible to find. He's been hiding for over 10 years now, he's gotten extremely good at it.

However, he wasn't my main concern right this moment. A week ago, I made Javier contact one of Leo's enforcers about doing business with us. I made Javier tell Leo that I'd only work with them if I spoke to the bosses face to face.

Leo agreed and Javier made the arrangements to have them meet us at our Hotel just on outskirts of down town L.A. I waiting for them to arrive while I looked through the images. There were snippet of her where she reminded me of Lucia or maybe it was just me praying, begging to God that she was really alive.

If she was alive, had she been under Xavier's protection all along? Why would Jude kidnap her? What the fuck was really going on?

Thinking about different possibilities enraged me. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't control my emotions too well. I lashed out, physically but Mariana centred me. She knew how to re-focus me when I was spiralling.

The last time I spiralled was when my family was dead. All I remember from those were hooker and alcohol. I'd fucked my pain and drank my grief away. The couple on the surveillance images looked smitten with each other and I had a hard to grasping to the idea of my little sister having a boy friend.

She was only 9 for fucks sake.

Mariana came to me, her comforting hand rested on my back. She'd stopped her work completely for the past week and had taken care of me. She was much better at keeping her emotions under wrapped than I was. I either went on binges on alcohol and women or worked until I dropped.

The prior wasn't even a thought anymore and the latter didn't seem fun.

My wife held me up when I was down. She hid my weakness from the world and my men. It truly was us vs the world and I sometimes wondered how the fuck did I get so lucky.

"Are you nervous?" she rubbed her hand on my back.

"I just want to know if that her or not." My chest ached. They were en route to the hotel and with each second that ticked by, a small part of me died.

If she'd been alive, where the fuck was she all these year?

If she is not Lucia, then my sister just died, all over again.