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I drank wine from my glass slowly while listening to Jackson yell at the top of his lungs regarding a choice I made for the best of both of us.

I wasn't exactly ready nor in the position to be a Mother, but he for damn sure wasn't ready to be a Father.

We've been married six years, and he still hadn't figured out how to be a husband, and I'd be damned if I allowed that with a baby involved.

"Typical, Simone! Fucking typical! That's your fucking problem; you do shady shit and then have absolutely no response, not even a hint of remorse in your demeanor." Jackson chuckled as I just watched him pace back and forth

I quickly downed the rest of the wine before smirking sarcastically.

That nerve had been hit, and my maturity in this situation had finally fizzled out.

"Okay, Jackson, tell me, what kind of Father would you be? What the fuck would you have brung to the table other than the fact you would have helped make the baby?" I snapped, standing up from my seat at our dining table

"You know I could ask you the same thing, Simone. Ideally, you would never be the type of woman I would want to have children by, but it happened, and you didn't give me a fucking choice!" He sneered while pointing in my face

"Why the fuck do you think you deserve a choice, huh?" I yelled as I pushed his fingers away

"I deserve a choice because I'm your husband! I know you may not understand what that means, but you never make that kind of decision without my approval." He rebutted

"Fuck you and your approval. I did what was right for me because I have a so-called husband who likes to up and disappear for months at a time! A husband so damn selfish and narcissistic he doesn't even know the difference between what's right and wrong anymore." I retorted

"You're right...maybe I do work a bit too much and maybe I am selfish and narcissistic. But maybe you actually did what was best by aborting the baby. God forbid any child have to deal with someone like you they'd be forced to call a Mother. You should go ahead and get your tubes tied while you are at it; you would never make a good Mom anyways, so we don't need that mistake haunting you with all the others." He concluded before smiling and pushing my shoulder softly

I felt my throat tighten and my heart jerk just as my eyes began to water, but just as they did, I wiped them. I wouldn't dare waste my tears on this asshole.

He wanted to hurt my feelings OK. But, I think he forgot the bitch I can be.

"You know, you being this way doesn't even surprise me. You take after your Mother and Father so well. Mommy is scared to leave Daddy because she's never done shit with her life but get her ass beat by him before being sent on a shopping spree, so she's going to need that for the rest of her years to make her feel like she's done something other than be a wealthy piece of shit who looks down on everyone around her. And do we need to really talk about Daddy and all of his issues? They should be so proud of their little boy he's continuing their fucked up family traditions." I replied, mimicking his stupid little smile from a few seconds back as I grabbed my bottle and glass before making my way to my room.

Jackson then grabbed my wrist tightly, causing me to immediately drop the bottle and glass, which led them to shatter effortlessly before he pushed me into a nearby wall, blocking me in and staring me down while his nose flared.

"Jackson. I'd advise you to think before you do something you will regret later because if you hit me, I can't handle it right now, but you know who I'll call to handle it in the meantime." I insisted in a sharp tone that most likely came off as unsettling as well

Jackson just continued to breathe heavily before slowly backing off of me after a few more seconds.

I then swiftly pulled my first back and punched him in the face so hard his neck snapped just before he fell to the floor.

"I'll break every bone in your fucking body if you ever lay your hands on me again," I promised as I stood over him, watching as he groaned, holding the side of his face.

I then walked away, leaving him and that mess he had helped create behind me.

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I laid in bed, looking out of the open balcony door at the picture-perfect scene of nightfall coming upon the skyline of Mexico City.

It was beautiful...peaceful.

More peace than I had felt in a long time.

"Salvaje fuego..." Armando called from the other side of my door

(wildfire)

"Come in," I said as I sat up and ran my hands through my blowout, catching a knot or two that I gently shook loose while he walked through the door

"You doing anything tonight?" He asked as he leaned against the doorsill

Times were slowing in the cartel at the moment, and for reasons Isabel wouldn't relay to me or Armando, she wanted to investigate her target on her own before bringing us in.

I was cool with that though. I was prolonging this case already, but once I found out who the target was, I could go in for the kill and close it out.

"Why?" I asked as I got out of bed, feeling the breeze from the open balcony graze against my bare skin

"You want to go on a ride?" He asked as I began to slip on baggy black cargo pants

"Depends...what do I get out of it?" I rebutted while looking over at him, causing him to chuckle lowly

"You really gonna make it hard for me to take you out salvaje fuego?" He asked, walking toward me slowly as I slid on my cropped tank top

"So now you don't just want me to take a ride...you want to go out?" I replied with a hint of playful snarkiness as I looked up at him with a smirk

"Little do you know, hermosa, I like when you act like you truly want to deny me then look at me with that sexy little smirk every time."

(beautiful)

"Oh, yeah, well, what are you gonna do about that since you like it so much?" I teased

"Your mouth is gonna get you in some trouble...now finish getting ready. I'll be outside." Armando voiced softly before walking off, causing me to smile while biting the inside of my cheek as I watched his exit

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"You should really let me drive this thing," I exclaimed as I held the motorcycle's hand grips

"Do you even know how to ride a motorcycle, Simone?" Armando genuinely asked with an almost inaudible chuckle

"Yeah, Jackson taught me," I answered

"Hmm."

"Who is this man to you? Be real with me. I ain't gonna judge you, Ma." Armando then asked

"He's, unfortunately, my husband," I admitted

"You had time for that in this line of work?" Armando blurted

"I was afraid of being alone the rest of my life. Call me soft; I have heard it all." I chuckled as I began looking to the stars

"¿Estás enamorada de él?"

(are you in love with him?)

I just laughed at the question.

"If I were in love with that asshole, I wouldn't be the person I am now," I replied after my laughter calmed

Armando then grabbed my hand-ironically, the left one-before staring at my ringless ring finger, gently caressing it before huffing in annoyance.

It was clear that it wasn't with me so I didn't ask.

"What about you? Who are you hiding?" I asked instead

"I ain't hiding no one. Haven't found the right one ready or built for this lifestyle." He answered causing me to laugh again

"¿Qué?" Armando whined playfully

(what?)

"You!" I replied playfully with a raised eyebrow a bit surprised at the playful tone he spoke in

"What about me?"

"Oh, please, Mr. I haven't found the right one ready or built for this lifestyle!" I mocked causing him to laugh for the first time ever around me

"You asked me to keep it real and I kept it real."

"It's appreciated, but still." I rebutted laughing lowly as he began to look off into the distance of the Mexico City scenery that sat small from the top of the hill we were on

Slipping off his motorcycle I stood at his side before crossing my arms over my chest and asking, "Why do you care so much about my past?"

"Quiero saber qué te hizo ser quien eres." He answered

(i want to know what made you who you are)

"Am I making it clear?" I rebutted as he turned to face me

"Very."

A/N: We're back but moving a bit slow. Times have been hell but I'm really hoping to get back to it and get back to this story. What are you guys wanting to see? Or, what do you all think is going to go down? Remember to vote, comment, share, follow me, and add to your library!! Love yaa🖤🖤🖤