"Episode 24- Secrets might kill you."

Sofia Catalan had soft rounded features. Dark eyes, long black hair, plumped lips and deep tanned skin Sofia stood with her hand in the crook of Alberto's elbow. 

The had a huge smile on his face, just like Sofia. He had brown eyes and short hair made him appear fit and handsome in a black tux.

The at the bottom stated it was taken in 1994. The baby bump made Sofia's skin glow.

1994.

I tried to remember where I saw that. I started flicking through the manila files I had in my drawers. Suddenly, Elena's age came to my mind. I quickly found her file and I was right. 

She was also born in 1994 but the birth certificate said 4th of august whereas the hospital report of Lucia's birth said 23rd of April.

"Fuck."

My lungs deflated like a popped balloon. My arms raised and fingers locked behind my head. I was jumping into conclusions. Scratching my chest, I tried to relieve the pressure that gripped my lungs, knocking the breath out of me. 

Opening the last document sitting on the file, I read the oversized bold letter that I guessed Ross personally wrote himself.

"A while back, I illegally obtained the whole Capone family's DNA just in case I could connect at least one of them to a crime scene, even if it got thrown out of the court, at least I would know that he or she was there. 

Elena's DNA was so far away from the whole Capone's family, that she couldn't even be a distant cousin. But, my team did get a DNA hit and hers matched with every single one from the Catalan family that died in the fire."

The room spun around me. I heard my own heart beat in my ears.

Elena.

Her name was a soft sigh that left my mouth involuntarily. Gulping down I carried on reading.

"Considering what you asked me, I'm guessing you're infatuated by her. So, I'll tell you know what I've concluded. Alberto and Sofia, including other family members were murdered by the Capones. 

I don't know why they kept her alive because most of her family members are presumed dead and the ones that are running the empire now were enforcers that remained in Mexico who aren't big players in the game. 

Lucia was the only daughter in the whole Catalan family. All her cousins were male and everyone adored her. She is probably the only original Catalan left alive."

I rubbed forehead, left the headache that pounded against my temples.

"Be careful. I can't do anything legally because everything I have I got illegally. Once a seal, always a seal. Don't get sucked into this world. It's not who we are. Be careful.
Nathan Ross."

I covered my face with my hands. Oh, Elena. I wanted to contact Ross again but I used a disposable cell phone the last time I contacted to him for the meet in China town. 

At first I had thought it was down town but I had to quickly change that once we were in the cab and headed there. 

When Elena was staring out the window, marvelling at everything that the world offered, I sent him a quick text to meet me at the fountain before I disposed the cell. 

My heart tugged at the fact that she'd been locked away for so many years that even the smallest thing that we ignored.

Now it made sense, why she was kept on a tight leash. I leaned back in my chair, stared up at the bland ceiling.

What the hell did I get myself into.

I finally concentrated on her nightmares. It didn't take a genius to realise that she was assaulted. At first I thought she didn't leave because she was scared to go out for the fact that she was attacked. But now a horrifying thought gripped my throat. My stomach churned. What if she was assaulted at home?

Nausea bubbled up from the pits of my stomach. A sting of pain flared from the bottom of my belly and wrapped its tendrils around my throat. 

I ached for her. I re-read the whole document again before hiding my black, impenetrable laptop inside the mattress and put the manilla folders back to where it belonged.

My heart was beating a hundred mile an hour.

I didn't know what to tell her. These were all circumstantial. There wasn't any valid evidence of her being a Catalan but then I looked at the DNA report in the PDF. My doubt strengthened. Suddenly, a realisation hit me like a ton of bricks.

Her face under the ball cap flashed before my eyes. Let's run away. All the strength slid out of body. She really wanted to run away, get away from the people that kept her as a prisoner. Oh, fuck. 

I wondered why she didn't try to run away before. She was only nine when she was kidnapped and the first reason that came to my mind was Stockholm Syndrome but she did shoot Capone.

My doubts solidified. She definitely knows, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to shoot him. I brought my fist to my mouth. Too many thoughts attacked my mind at once. Her haunted eyes and nightmares came into mind. 

 Sometimes, victims of trauma block out every experience in order to survive, considering she was only 9, she had a high possibility of forgetting who she really was but I guess not. She held on. I needed to speak to an expert. Someone I knew and trusted from my time in the NAVY.

"Ahhh!" I pulled my hair, frustrated.

A ding on my phone stole my attention. It was Elena giving me a sneak peak of the pink teddy tightly pressed against her skin. She was sitting with her legs folded under her, hips so thick I wanted to grab them tightly and pound into her from behind. I wanted to burry myself in-between her thighs.

Saving everything, I closed the black bulky laptop and stuck behind the drawers that I unscrewed loose to make some space to hide the laptop. I didn't know what to do. Sticking my phone in my pocket, I started to make my way to her when a crazy thought halted me in place.

Protection.

That thought never popped into my head every time I was with her. The bed, her up again the shower walls, not once did I think about covering myself up. 

A disgusting, raw emotion bubbled up inside me, a sense of desperate need to have her without any barrier. 

I needed her bare. Needed to feel all of her. I gulped, wondering if she was on pills. I needed to speak to her, make her understand the desperation I feel for her.

Her door was clicked open with one twist. She was waiting for me. The locks, the knife, damn it made sense. Sighing, I locked the door and all it's deadbolts.

 I was so deep in my thoughts that didn't notice the dim lighting, fluttering flames of the thick Yankee candles. Soft music filled the thick air. Turning, I found her waiting for me, laid out on the black silky sheets in her pretty pink sheer teddy.

She dropped her phone, sat up on her knees and the amount of dirty thoughts that invaded my mind, heated my blood.

"Yay, you're here." She bounced slightly, making me tongue tied but the closer I got to her, the dimmer her smile became. "Gabriel, what's wrong." She shuffled to the edge of the bed. I stood only inches away from her. "Is everything alright?" Placing her soft hands on my chest, she tried to meet my height with the help of the high-rise bed.

"Just work baby." My shin hit the side of the bed when I shuffled closer to take her palms into my large calloused hands. I was tainting her smooth skin, a drop of dark paint in a sea bright cyan hue.

"Can I help?" A desperate groan left my lips. My hands shook with a violent force, making me fist them in her hair at the nape of her neck. 

She moaned, thrusting her pelvis against mine. I gulped down the tension, trying to figure out why I was so wound up. When I touched her, nothing could ever invaded my mind. It was just my princess and I.

My lips attacked her mouth. Desperation seeped out of me and it appeared she was as greedy for me as I was for her. She pulled me on top of her, I had to use my hands to break the fall so I didn't crush her but she didn't let me settle. 

Her legs and arms wrapped around my neck and waist so quickly I didn't have time to adjust. My whole weight was on her slight body, knees pressed against the edge of the mattress.

Her lips and tongue tangled with mine sloppily. Digging my elbows into the bed, I finally obtained some balance before I deepened the kiss. My tongue was all over her. Little moans vibrated from her throat and into my mouth.

"Wait." I tore away from her.

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