Static.

Nothing.

Darkness.

The ding of a beeping monitor seizes my attention.

My eyes shoot open.

The first thing that assaults my senses is the sunshine beaming in through the window, mixing in with the sound of ruffling papers, and bringing with it a throbbing in my head.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Confused, I scan the room for Isabela, but I come up empty. She isn't here. Where is she? She isn't— no, no. That's not possible. Panicking, I pat the mattress, twisting my head from side to side as I scope out for anyone familiar.

"Hey— hey, it's okay. You're fine." A large hand playfully slaps my cheek. "Your knight in shining armor, Enzo is here."

"Enzo?" I croak out anxiously, feeling my heart race at a hundred miles an hour, as I'm desperately in need of a dose of Isabela. "Where's I-."

"Isabela?" He sighs. "That's all you think about, huh? We're one and the same."

Dismissing Lorenzo, I reach for the wires in my nose and yank them out, causing the monitors to go haywire. Before I could continue, Lorenzo pushes my chest down with his hands, using his body weight to overpower me. Normally, I could stand my ground, but my entire body aches like fucking hell.

My hands automatically move to my side. It's bandaged? Pain sears through my entire chest. Marks are all over me. Bloody scabs. Bruised skin. Raw, ripe stitches. Julieta did a number on me, but honestly, I could fucking care less.

I need to know about Isabela.

"She's fine, Julian," Lorenzo says, handing me back the wires I yanked out. "Relax."

I clench my eyes shut. "I need to see her."

"You will," Lorenzo pauses. "But not right this second. The bullet landed in her shoulder, and she had to undergo a procedure to remove the bullet. She's sleeping. Isabela isn't in place for any visitors."

My chest burns in protest. "Please, I just want to see her for myself. I won't talk to her. I won't bother her."

I just need to make sure she's okay.

Because this is all my fault.

As if Isabela's target on her back wasn't big enough already, I've added another reign of terror on her long list of enemies. It's time to open the vault called my secrets. She already had my heart— might as well let her take my soul with her. I need her to understand that I didn't want any of this to happen. All I want is for her to be free from everyone.

From the burden.

From the pain.

From the abuse.

When will she be free?

Lorenzo's shoulders stiffen. "I don't think that's a good idea, Julian. For you and her."

Lorenzo looks like I feel— like absolute shit. His blood-shot eyes are decorated with dark intense circles. The hair on his head is pulled in different directions. His nose is constantly running, and he has to wipe it every few seconds. It's here in this very moment I realize I'm not the only one in love with the precious brunette. Someone only lets themselves reach this level when they're on the verge of losing something they care about.   

"How do you know what's good for her?"

"Clearly, I'm the only one left with an ounce of sanity, so I fucking know what's good for her." Lorenzo exhales through his nose and forces his fingers through his matted hair. "If you care about her— hell, if you fucking love like I think you do, you will let her have peace."

I roll my eyes. "When can I see her then?"

His gaze spoke a million words. "You need to let her have peace from the shit you're hiding from her. Leave. Without a word. You already did it before— what's the difference now?"

My heart rate skyrocketed and internally I was a panic-ridden mess on high alert, worried for how this conversation was going to go. "I didn't mean to leave for so long. I didn't me- I didn't wan-. F-fuck. It was never my intention to do what I did to her."

He groans. "Honestly, how aren't either of you tired of this shit? You either date or you don't. It's that fucking simple. I think she made the answer pretty fucking clear— so it's your cue to go, bro."

I exhale a breathless laugh. "Why do you want me to leave so fucking badly? So, you can have her for yourself? She loves me."

"And so fucking what!" Lorenzo counters. "Before tonight, I was on your fucking side, but now, whatever shit you got yourself in— you're dragging her with you. She doesn't deserve that, especially when you're keeping shit to yourself and say quiet like a fucking mouse." He yanks at the hospital grown neckline. "You're a fucking sneaky bitch, I give you that Jefe de la Morterero. Did you think it was that fucking hard to find out the dirt on you?"

Spikes of anxiety and fury spreads in my chest like a restless disease.

Lorenzo sports a shit-eating grin, delighted by my reaction. "Goddamn, you burned that familia to the fucking ground, and I thought the Jefe before you was bad. Asiel, that man was always a pussy, but you let your whole clan die for you. Didn't even warn them or anything. Gave them up for... the Gallardos? They're on the bottom of the fucking totem pole."

"You don't know the shit I had resting on my fucking shoulders," I snarled, pressing my finger into his shoulder. "I did what I thought was best."

Memories flush through my brain like an unstoppable stream. Victor, Skully, Xolo, Tiger— all dead, because of me. I shouldn't have trusted the Velazquez would follow through especially, after everything with their last Jefe. But the Gallardos ensured me... They saved their own ass while throwing us to the wolves.

"What did the Gallardos have that you needed to help them so fucking badly?" Lorenzo shot back. "They're fucking rats. They repeatedly sold out their family for less fucking jail time. There were red flags, everywhere! So, why did you go against everything?"

"Because of my mom and my sister," I blurt, feeling my heart caving in my chest. "I lost them because of my stupidity."

Lorenzo's eyes flash with rage as he smashes his fist into my cheek. My face turns sideways from the impact as blood drips from my mouth. I lean back just enough to lock my balance, but I'm struck with another blow to my face.

"Fight back, you fucking pussy," Enzo screams, red-faced. "You dragged Isabela into some fucked-up shit you have with this Clifford guy. That's why they raided that party to get to you! Do you not see how much fucking danger you put her in?"

My pulse pounds in my ears as he throws my frame against the wall. In the blink of an eye, it's like I'm trapped in a cage— all over again. He hurls blow after blow— one second it's Lorenzo, and then it's Clifford while my mother and baby sister cries in terror. I'm rigid, unable to find the courage to fight against the very pain I brought upon myself. Every inch of my body was in agony. My vision blurs for a few seconds, catching a faint image of a girl by the door.

Is it me?

Or is someone really there?

"Fucking stop it!" Isabela shouts, grabbing Lorenzo's shoulder. Her sudden involvement catches Lorenzo off guard, engulfed in a seed of rampage, and his hand connects with Isabela's cheek.

His eyes widen in shock. "Bella-Boo, I-I'm so-."

With a wince, Isabela exhales. "You're both so fucking pathetic, especially you, Enzo. This doesn't have anything to do with you. Julian didn't deserve to get beat up to a pulp." Isabela's angry glare snaps to me, her lips curling in disgust. "Even if he did keep shit to myself. It's between me and him."

"The fuck!" Lorenzo's eyebrows jump to his hairline. "A few days ago, you would've begged me to kick his ass, and now you want to act all high and mighty. Just go rest. Julian was just leaving."

She jabs a finger in my direction. "You stay put." Her finger shifts to Lorenzo. "Who the fuck do you think you're to come in here and make decisions for me?"

"I'm just trying to look out for you."

"How do you know what's good for me?" Isabela raises her voice. "You're not my fucking father."

Lorenzo's face crumbles with another wave of outrage. "I might as well should be because you make the worst fucking decisions. This little asshole is playing in your face and you're just going to let him. I don't stand for it. I'm here for you, because of you— so, sorry if I can't let you go be fucking stupid."

A small part of me feels bad for Lorenzo, but I also don't know the full scope of their relationship. All I know is they're a lot closer than I could've ever thought.

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Isabela sighs heavily. "All I ask is for you to support me in what I choose to do from here."

Releasing a deep breath through his nose, Lorenzo's chest rises and falls rapidly. "Fuck you. Fuck him and fuck this whole argument. I'm done. You can count me out." Isabela doesn't get another word out before Lorenzo is out the door, slamming it and nearly torn it from its hinges.

For a long time, we just stood there on opposite sides of the room, listening to absolutely nothing but our breathing. Isabela wraps her arms around herself, the gigantic robe consuming her body. A faint bruise graces under her eye. My eyes fall to the puddle of blood beneath me. I haven't really had a moment to focus on the pain, but goddamn it hurt.

Breaking the awkwardness, I waddle to the pile of the towels besides the hospital bed, and dab my face with them. The quiet pitter-patter of light steps seizes my attention as I observe Isabela making her way to me. Isabela's eyes widen and lock on my face, clearly stunned by the damage caused.

"That bad, huh?"

Sadness coats her features.

I grab the hand towel and wet in the bowl on the counter. Keeping my head down, I didn't notice how close Isa was until her hand lightly covers mine.

"Let me." She slides the towel from my grip and uses her other hand to pull me towards the bed.

After urging me to sit down, Isabela hesitates for the split second before reaching behind my head and tugging at the bandana around my eye. A small tremor rolls through my huge frame. My reaction causes her to stop, but I grab her wrist, nudging her to continue. This scar has always been something I've detested and hidden behind.

Just like Isabela's father, my father made me believe no one can ever truly love me even when I still had my two eyes intact. My confidence was buried under a house full of shame. The way I continuously failed everyone in my life— began with this night.

If it wasn't too late.

I was ready to open myself fully to Isabela.

God, I hope it isn't too late. 

Her hand shoots to cover her mouth, but it does nothing to hide the heartache in her eyes. A part of me wanted to go hide in my shell like a turtle, but I needed to be the one to put themselves out there for once. My chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace.

With shaky hands, she picks up the towel and carefully cleans my cuts with pursed lips and drawn brows. I stare up at her in wonder. I've always imagined everyone running away in fear at one look at me. Not Isabela. This means more to me than she could ever know. She continuously amazes me. I've never felt more exposed, but more accepted right at this moment, and neither of us had to utter a word.

Tears shine in her eyes. "Jul-ilian, I'm so so-."

"Isa," I mumble, grabbing the edge of her chin. "Don't. You have nothing to apologize for."

This is my chance to make up for all my mistakes, and prove to her how much she means to me.

I pull her closer until she's standing between my legs and keep my hands wrapped around her waist.

My gut twists with fear. "Remember how I don't like to talk about my dad?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Well..." I chew on my bottom lip. "It seems like we do have more in common than stargazing. My da-, ugh. I really loathe even giving him that title, since he doesn't fucking deserve it. He was a real piece of work."

Isa chews on the inside of her cheek but doesn't say anything. She's completely invested in what I have to say.

"I never explained to you why I look like the way I do."

"Don't do this," Isabela demands softly, grabbing my chin with her hand and holding my face steady so she can clean the dried blood on my skin. "You don't have to share these things with me."

One of my hands tightens on her waist while the other traces her backside. A shiver runs through her body and goosebumps break out across her skin. "Baby, I want to."

She sighs, those hypnotizing brown eyes of her twirling my heart into a daze.

"It always boggled my mind how my mother could've ended up with someone as monstrous as that man. They were complete opposites sides of the spectrums," I explain. "I could never understand how your brothers just watched and let your dad do the things he did to you because since I could remember, I wanted to defend my mom in any way I could."

I grit my teeth as I recall the memories of that sperm donor on top of my mother, forcing himself on her. It was either she let him have her way with her or he would take his stress with his fist. He hated women. He thought they were beneath us and didn't deserve any respect.

"At first, I would get any adult to step in between them whenever I saw him starting to lose his fuse, but he picked up on that real quick. So, I did the only thing I could do— defend my mom. I let him hit me until the point of exhaustion, and I begged my mom to let me do this one thing from her. I was a "man" after all, he always said men were stronger. But she's one of the strongest people I knew mentally and physically, and protected me."

Isabela drags her finger across my eye, and I realize I've shed a few tears.

"It got worse when my sister was born. On the plus side, I'd gotten older, taller, stronger, but I had two people to worry about. It all went to shit on October 22, 2019. The sperm donor had taken me under his wing and showed me the ropes within the cartel. You know, since we're Chinese, we can't be made into a made man, but we had other ways to get income."

My face pinches together in agony. "That's when I started my body-guarding gig. We needed extra money because he got himself into deep shit with his gambling and drinking addiction. My gut... it felt so wrong. I knew it fucking felt wrong to leave them." I release a trembling breath. "I nudge the door open to walk into a bloodbath. Everywhere. The hallway was in disarray. Everything broken into pieces. T-then I saw Vanessa."

An image of my deceased sister Vanessa, at only the age of fourteen, with a deep indent on her forehead, and a wire wrapped around her throat. Her head was a few inches from being sliced off. A stabbing pain invades my chest as I feel the guilt I tried so hard to run away from.

My eyes drop to the ground. "He killed her. I-I still have the image of her lifeless body in my arms. I fucking prayed for God to just let my baby sister have a chance at a life she deserved, but then I saw him on top of my mother's body." I cringe at the thought. "Forcing himself on her. That's when I knew God had done Vanessa a favor. She was going to get that life in the afterlife."

I shrug helplessly. "Rage took over. I blackout. One moment I was holding my sister's body, and the next I'm brawling with my dad with a knife in my hand. My anger fueled me, and I was able to beat the fucking shit out of him. As disturbing as it sounds, I've never felt more at peace as I unleashed all my energy on him, but I fucked up. I tired myself out, and he grabbed a hold of the blade."

My left side of my face stings. "Right in my eye. It was a miracle he didn't make me completely blind. My mom shot him until all the bullets were up. Like that," I snap my finger. "It was just us. I don't even remember what my last words to Vanessa were. After we buried her, my mom fell into a devastating depression. I think she felt some type of obligation to live because of me, but she hasn't been the same since that day."

Shame twists me up even more.

She lived for me and the only way I repaid her is by letting her get kidnapped. Pain slices through me again as my heart rips for those I love. My breath catches in my throat. Isabela wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug. Closing my eyes, I embrace the wave of calmness taking over as I clutch onto my girl.

"We even have a murdered sibling in common," Isabela hiccups, and a quiet laugh escapes my mouth. "I'm going to be your support for once. Vanessa's death isn't on you. H-o- yo- How could you've known? You were just as much as a victim in the situation. Your mom isn't being forced to live. Yes, I could imagine losing a child would be devastating, but she's living because she has a fucking incredible son, and wants to be there for him the way he was back then."

Embarrassed, I turn my face to the side as horrific sobs pour out mouth. "How? When all I do is keep fucking disappointing her?"

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. "Is this where Clifford comes in?

I nod. "When I became Jefe— it went a little to my head, and I thought I had more power than I did. Like my piece of shit father, I inquired a massive debt, and lost the entire familia for the Gallardos. They promised me the money if I sacrificed the new drug my familia was creating, but instead they killed everyone, took all the drugs, and gave up the location of my mother and sister."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Sister? Do yo-."

"My mother didn't catch wing about the pregnancy until she was six months. She had a scare while I was at work, and was rushed to the hospital. His last gift to us was this— a baby, an anchor to never forget that day," I blurt out, regretting seeking out my pores. "My mother was ecstatic, especially when she found out it was a girl, but I didn't want her. It feels so disgusting to say, but all I could think when I looked at that bump was him, even through death he plagued our lives.

A wave of guilt swallowed me up. "But then she was born... and my worries washed away. My mom called her Vanessa. She said this was a miracle, and I had a second chance to step up for my sister. But all I did was fuck-up. Clifford has them. He has had them for a little over a year now. I took Damien's job offer to pay off my debt, but he threatened to kill them at the night of your wedding, and I panicked— I left you hang and dry, and I have nothing to show for it. He still has them and I lost you."

Isabela's eyes glimmer with unshed tears. "You haven't lost me, Julian. As much as I tried to act like I wasn't in love with you— it just wasn't true. I'm so sorry for instead of being there for you, I made your life a living hell. It just hurt to lose you, and I was afraid to let you back in, but you never left my heart."

My shoulder sag. "I stand by what I said, Isabela. Your feelings were hundred percent valid, and I don't hold any resentment for everything that happened since then. If this wasn't such a sour conversation, I would be screaming off every rooftop about how lucky I am to be the person Isabela Arias loves."

She laughs. "Damn... I kind-of want to see that."

My eyebrows jump up, and I open my mouth to scream. "I'm in love with a girl named Isabela Ari-."

Her cheeks flush a bright red as her hand muffles my mouth. "Okay. Okay. I had enough."

My fingers twitch with the need to touch her. My hand slowly reaches up, dying to feel her silky smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Isabela closes her eyes in anticipation, a soft breath escaping her mouth. She craves me just as much, doesn't she? I drop my hand before making contact with her red-tinted cheeks.

She looks at me like I'm everything to her and I don't fucking deserve.

I haven't even told her the worse part.

Isabela shakes her head. "Why do you like to self sabotage?"

"Mmm?"

"What are you so afraid of? I love you, Julian," she whispers and traces her hand down the side of my face. My breath gets caught in my throat. "There's nothing in this world that could change that, but I can't keep questioning everything you do. I need you to be a hundred percent in this because I won't survive you leaving again."

My heart aches at the pain in her words.

My eyes search through hers. "Don't give up on me. Please. I don't know what I'm doing, but I want this. I want us."

Isabela chews on her lip and her eyes zero in on my mouth. I can't look away, I'm star-struck. This is the strongest sensation I've ever felt in my life. I had never felt this much for another person in my life. She tips her head forward until we're a few inches away. Her minty breath fans my face as our noses grind against each other.

"Isabela," I take a deep breath. "I love you."

My feelings explode inside of me as her lips land on mine, and I feel like I've been skyrocketed to another planet. I was desperate for her. All of her. Every piece and part. My fingers got lost in her hair as I push her closer to me. My movements cause a moan to tear from Isabela's lips. Her body trembles uncontrollably, overcome by our burning need for each other. My hands wrap around her hips, urging her to go on my lap, and spread herself for me.

She lightly moans again.

Fucking Christ.

Heaven to my ears.

My tongue traces against her bottom lip, and she doesn't hesitate to open her mouth. Our tongues move against each other in slow, patient strokes. Goddamn, I nearly busted a load in my pants when she starts rocking on my lap. One of my hands reaches out to give a little slap to her ass.

"Mine?" I pant.

She nods, sporting the most innocent doe-eye look a girl could have in the moment like this. "Julian, I want you so badly. Please."

In a swift movement, I throw her on the bed and hover above her. "I wanna bury myself inside of you, baby, and fuck you so hard we break the bed."

An excited giggle tumbles from her lips. "Do it."

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, leaving aggressive suction kisses across her skin. My fingers hike up the hem of her hospital gown, getting closer to the pretty pink princess between her legs. Her breathing increases as I get closer and closer.

"Can I play with your pussy, baby?" I whisper in her ear.

"Yes. Please. Oh, god."

I was starving for her.

Ravenous.

I couldn't wait to have my way with her.

My fingers find her panties and glides up and down the fabric repeatedly, causing her to tremble beneath me. A ghost of a smirk tugs at my lips. I love getting this reaction from her.

"Julian," she whines, digging her nails into my biceps.

"Patience, baby."

I push her panties aside and sink a finger inside her. Isabela clenches around my digit immediately. Fucking hell. She's tight.

"Jesus, baby, I knew you needed me, but holy fuck, you're soaked." I curl my finger in and out of her needy flesh. I lean down and capture her mouth with mine. "You're so fucking tight, baby. I can't believe you're all mine."

Slowing my pace, I add another finger to the ambush and play with her pussy. My thumb moves in rhythm with my fingers, circling around her clit. Almost immediately, Isabela closes her legs as she grips onto the sheets, nearly lifting an inch up from the bed.

My hands push her thighs open. "Don't misbehave baby, I would hate to spank that sexy ass of yours."

Her eyes roll back. "F-Fuck. It feels so fucking amazing."

I pump my fingers in and out of her warm, swollen hole. Bending down, I drag my tongue against her wet slit. A strangled whimper falls from her lips. I feast on her lips as if it was my last supper. My tongue whirls around her clit, savoring every sweet drop of arousal as I plunge my fingers in deep.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She breathlessly moans, gripping my hair tightly, and grinding her soaked pussy against my face. I twist and curl my fingers until I hit the right spot, and she melting in my hands. "Holy sh-hit! Oh my fucking god! I'm going to cum."

This was my favorite part.

Her back arches up from the mattress as her stomach sucks in, and she holds her breath. She starts massaging her tits as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Isabela lets out a weep and comes undone on my tongue. She collapses into the bed, her body trembling as if she's just been struck with electricity. I slurp all of her juice up and groan. She tastes as fucking good as she looks.

I grab the back of her neck to pull her to me and kiss her, letting her have a taste of herself. "Did you cum, baby?"

"Mmm," she nods leisurely. 

Her doe brown eyes gleam with mischief before nodding down towards my cock. It's rock fucking hard right now, tenting my gown. She runs her hand over my length and a groan slips from my lips.

"Can I have my way with you now?" Isabela whispers, looking up at me teasingly.

Before I could utter a response, Isabela is shifting our position for my back to be against the mattress as she sits beside me on her knees. Excitement thrums in my veins, anticipating of what is coming next.

I place a few kisses up the slope of her neck to her jaw. "If that's what you want, then go ahead, baby. Have your way with me."

Cradling my face between her hands, she pulls my face to hers, looking deep into my eyes. "Tell me, baby. That's my cock, right? All mine? Tell me."

"It's all yours."

Isabela doesn't wait another second. She steps down from the mattress to pull her hospital gown over her head, and expose her nude body to me fully. I don't know if it's even possible, but I swear my dick gets harder. She's fucking perfect in every way, even with her scars. They demonstrate a story of a beautiful, breathtaking sexy woman. Her small boobs stand high and perky, and her hips dip in the most curvaceous way.

Don't get me started on her ass.

She's a goddamn fucking masterpiece.

Isabela pulls my boxers off, causing my dick to spring up in action. I was fucking ready to feel her tight walls against my cock. A hint of pre-cum spills from my tip, and her eyebrows jump up in amusement. She winks, and leans down, gliding her soft, warm tongue against the tip, and I nearly fucking combusted.

"Fucking hell, baby," I rasp.

It's just a tease.

She climbs back onto my lap, my dick resting on her ass. Drawing in a breath, Isabela lifts herself up until her lips are lined up with my cock. Carefully, she sinks down, her molten core engulfing my dick. She only has my tip in, and she's already weeping and wincing as my cock stretches her more and more.

"H-Holy shit," Isabela moans.

"May I?" I ask, moving my arms to the silhouette of her hips. 

She nods.

In one move, I slam my cock deep inside her. She lets out a shout, throwing her head back as her grips on my knees tightens.

I grit my teeth. "You're so fucking tight, baby. I-Is this okay?"

She licks her lips. "Yes. Yes."

I wanted to be as gentle as possible with her. So, I slowly thrust in and out of her silt. Isabela sits forward, and yank my hands off her hips, taking full reigns. She starts bobbing up and down my cock at a faster pace.

My face tenses. "Goddamnit, Isa. You weren't kidding."

Lust filled moans leave her lips and her eyes roll back as she doesn't let up on the pace. She's slamming that sweet pussy on my cock and it's driving me insane. My body heats up. She's doing wonders to me. She might just milk me fucking dry if she keeps going like this. Isabela shifts forward, placing her hands on my shoulders as she rocks herself up and down my length.

My chest rises and falls with each breath, and I watch her as if I'm witnessing  a miracle. Another groan escapes my lips and Isabela giggles, loving the reaction she's getting out of me. I slap one of her perky breast as I massage the other one in my hand.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" Isabela asks.

I chuckle. "You gotta go harder if you want me to cum for you, baby."

Picking up the pace, she snaps her hips harder, taking my cock rough and sloppy. The sweet sounds of our skin hitting against each other fill the room. Just to toy with her, I lower my hand to play with her clit. In seconds, I watch her stomach clench as she chases after that magical feeling, using my dick to get her fill.

"S-Shit, shit, s-hit, oh my god, fuck!" Isabela screams, her legs shaking and collapsing onto me.

No longer leaving her in control, I twist her arms back and rest them on her backside, restraining her as I use my other hand to force down her ass to slam onto my dick. She bites my ear and spews a collection of curses as I go in and out continuously. Sweat beads fall from my forehead. I suck on her skin as pressure starts to build.

My inside contract.

"Fill me up. God, please, I want you to fill me up so fucking badly," Isabela moans, her feature clench together in tension.

Fuck.

I'm a sucker for a woman who begs for what she wants.

A few more pounds, and my entire body tenses up. I suck down on another piece of her flesh as a hard tremor moves through my body and my dick pulsates inside her, spilling my contents into her pussy. Slowly, I bounce her up and down on my cock, loving the way my white liquid drips down her lips.

Isabela kisses my neck. "Did I do a good job, daddy?"

I chuckle. "Don't call me that unless you want to go for a round two."

A heart-melting smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up like a kid on their birthday as she lies beside me. I grab a towel from the bedside table and clean the white liquid on her legs and lips. Once I'm done, I spread my arm over her side of the bed and she snuggles closer to me.

She rests her head on my chest, drawing something with her fingertips on my chest.

"Isa."

She looks up and meets my gaze. "Yes."

"Thank you for giving me another chance. I-I hope you know how much this means to me. How much you mean to me... I'm so lucky to have you."

She pecks my lips. "I should've gave you one ages ago. I've really mis-."

A knock on the door seizes our attention.

The door swings open, and one of Isabela's capos peeks his head through and stares in the opposite side of the room. "Lamento irrumpir a una hora tan tardia, pero ha habido un problema con nuestras rutas de drogas. Hemos sido atacados."

"I'm sorry to barge in at such a late hour, but there's been an issue with our drug routes. We've been attacked."

Isabela clicks her tongue. "Un minuto. Esperame afuera."

"One minute. Wait for me outside."

The door closes and Isabela leaves my arms, her feet softly landing on the floor as she grabs her gown on the floor. She swings back, her eyes widen in panic. "Oh, my god... do you think they heard?"

I laugh, ruffling her hair. "We just gave your capos a free show."

Isabela groans. "It's not funny!"

Woahhhhh so that was a whirlwind chapter... how do you guys feel?? Are you happy with how things are going? Are you happy our favorite couple is back together!?!

We're reaching the last arc of this story and I'm so excited ☺️☺️hehehe there's still a lot in store (it's going to get crazy yay hold on tight to your friends)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter I will try to be back faster with the next chapter 😉

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