Dean

"Milan Isabel Black!" I yelled.

"Dean Antonio Fuentes!" She yelled back.

I swear when I find her, I'm going to make her cry. I walked into my office and pulled up all the camera feed. How can she stay hidden for three hours to show up on the camera then disappear again.

I looked at Camera 3 and there she was, standing in front of the microwave. Looks like she's popping popcorn? She took it out and turned towards the camera and waved and in a blink of an eye, she was gone.

HOW DOES SHE DO THAT!!

"MILAN!" I yelled.

"Yes, WoofWoof?" I stumbled backwards. I didn't hear or see her come in. She had the bag of popcorn in her hand and she smiled at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Want some?"

I placed both hands, palms down on my desk and glared at her. "Come here."

She raised an eyebrow. "Um...that's not the correct answer. It's either yes or no."

I huffed at her and rolled my eyes. "No, I don't want any. Now ven aquí."

"No lo sé. Seems like a trap." She said quietly before putting some popcorn in her mouth. [I don't know]

"Milan. I'm serious." I tapped my fingers on the desk and sat down.

She slumped her shoulders a bit before walking towards me with the popcorn still in her hand. I just glared down at her. She sat in front of me on the desk, her legs swinging aimlessly.

"Milan, why do you feel as if you have the need to constantly make me mad?" I looked at her.

She put another handful in her mouth. "Becush ish fun." Then she swallowed. "I have nothing else to do and  Tabby and Jack are gone most of the time. And I'm stuck here."

"And you still do this even though you know the repercussions of your actions?" I raised an eyebrow as I pulled myself towards her.

Scoffing, she placed her popcorn down and planted both arms on either side of herself. "What repercussions?" She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't do anything."

I was now in between her legs and both of my arms were on either side of her, blocking her from moving.

"And why wouldn't I?" I pursed my lips.

She tilted her head to the side and a few curls fell on her cheek. Smirking at me, she leaned forward planting a kiss on my forehead. "Because you love me too much to hurt me." Then she looked me in the eyes. "Tell me I'm wrong."

I smiled and pushed her curls off of her face. "I can't." I cupped her cheek and bent forward and kissed her on the lips.

My hands settling at her waist and her arms wrapped around my neck. "I knew you were a fluffy WoofWoof." She grinned.

"Shut. Up.'' I pulled her on my lap and shut her up by crashing my lips into hers again.

"Um...before you two get any further, Dean. Your father is here." Jack burst into the room.

I rolled my eyes and Milan rested her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Tell him to leave." I said.

"Hey, man. I tried and he said that he won't leave without talking to you." He said quickly.

I looked down at Milan. She's my number one priority. She looked back up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"You can leave if you want." I said.

"Pfft...so you can be alone with that psycho?" She scoffed. "Hell nah, boy. I'm the one who has to calm you down."

"Milan are you sure? I mean...he's the reason why you're here." I brushed her hair out of her face.

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself." She winked. Then she stood up and grabbed her bag of popcorn and sat back down on my lap horizontally.

"Let him in, Jack. Him only. Not his guards." I said. He nodded and rushed out the room.

"I wonder if I can aggravate him as quickly as I aggravate you." She smiled up at me.

A smile spread across my face. "Do it."

"Yush!" She cheered quietly and took my phone off of the desk.

"What are you doing?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Jetpack Joyride, duh." She rolled her eyes.

"You are so addicted to that game." "Shush! I'm playing." She hissed.

Jack came back and opened the door, allowing Damon to walk in. I stared at him blankly while putting a protective arm around Mils. His eyes traveled from me to her as he took a seat across from the desk.

"Why are you here?" I glared at him.

"To talk of course." He sat back in his seat.

"More like argue." Milan mumbled.
"Shh." I nudged her.

Dad's eyes fell on her again. Then his eyes met mine. "Who are you?" He asked her.

"You don't speak to her." I snarled.

She grinned up at me. "I can answer for myself, thanks though." She smiled sweetly at me. Then she looked at Damon and glared, then looked back down at the screen and began playing again. It took everything in me not to smile.

"Did she just ignore me?" He asked.

"Obviously." She scoffed.

"Don't test my patience, child." He snapped. "I know who you are."

She lowered the phone and looked him directly in the eyes. "Then why on earth would you ask me who I was?" She raised an eyebrow with a look of all seriousness.

I'm so happy, I would kiss her right now!

Both Milan and Damon were both having a staring match. You could feel the tension and animosity towards each other, and I think Milan hates him more than me.

"Why is she here?" He looked at me, breaking eye contact from her.

"Why else is she here?" I asked flatly. "I thought you knew the answer to that already."

He narrowed his eyes at me. I returned it with a smirk. "So what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't want to discuss it in front of her. His daughter." He glared at her.

She huffed. "I can guarantee you that I could care less about what you are going to say." She said boredly. "As long as it doesn't involve my brother or me, I won't say anything."

"So you're telling me that you won't tell Miguel that there's a plot against him?" Damon smiled with amusement.

"Miguel and I aren't exactly on I'm- going-to-tell-you-a-plot-against-your-life terms."  She said sharply, then I nudged her in the ribs. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes. "But he is still my father and my family. You hurt him, I will put a bullet in between your eyes." She said casually.

He chuckled. "Is that a threat?"  He leaned forward, eyeing her intensely.

In one swift movement, she was standing up in front of me with both hands on the desk leaning forward. "No, it's a promise." She smiled sweetly. "You already took away one parent. You don't want to kill another if you value your life."

"What could you do?" He challenged.

She lowered her head and chuckled. Her shoulders and curls bouncing with every movement. Then she looked back up at him, staring at him intensely. She then took her necklace and showed it to him with a fiendish smirk. "Does this mean anything to you?"

He inspected it and his face went completely blank and his jaw tightened. He gripped the arms of the chair very tightly to the point where it sounded like the wood would splinter into a million pieces. Standing up abruptly, causing the chair to fall backwards with a bang, he headed towards the door keeping his eyes on her the whole time and opened the door.

"I'll be back." He said through gritted teeth and stepped out slamming the door behind him.

I looked at Milan who wore a satisfied smirk. I raised an eyebrow at her. " You gonna tell me what that was all about." That was not a request more like a demand.

"Nope." She popped the 'p' with a grin.

I narrowed my eyes at her and sighed. "I'm having guests over here and I need you clear out of the way because they don't know that you're here yet."

"So this means I get to leave the house?" She smiled hopefully.

"Absolutely not." I grunted.

She scoffed and stood up, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I growled. "To entertain myself. I'm tired of being in under one roof all the time." She huffed.

"You can entertain me." I smiled broadly and winked at her.

She scoffed and opened the door. "I think your hand is already doing that for you." She said before leaving.