"He's some football player, was dating one of her old friends Rachel, then suddenly the Rachel bitch spreads a rumour about Abby sleeping with hunter; the football player. And blah blah blah, now Hunter claims she sexually assaulted him and she's getting bashed literally everywhere" Nico reads off his laptop and I sigh.

Well fuck.

Last night after Abby left the gym I made sure to look up what caused her panic attack and fucking hell, that motherfucker is accusing her of shit that can ruin her whole career. Something like this scandal can bring down everything she's worked for.

Everything she left me for.

And I am not going to let the things that made her happy be ruined, "Lives in New York '' Nico adds with yawn as he takes a puff of his cigarette.

"Get the jet ready" I mutter and his eyes fall to mine before the corner of his lip starts tilting up into a smirk, before he could say anything the door of my home office is pushed open.

"Nicolas Morales, I can smell the cancer from the kitchen" Abuela snaps at Nico, her puerto rican accent popping as she speaks before his eyes widen as he slams the cigarette on the ashtray and puts his hands up in surrender.

I roll my eyes but when Abuela looks at me with narrow eyes mine widen a bit, she's scary. "Did you feed the duck?" she asks and I sigh. She calls Goose a duck because she says gooses and ducks are the same thing, and to scare Ivy.

"Yes, I did"

She walks into the room and shuts the door behind her before placing her hands on her hips, "who are you both spying on now?" she asks looking at the laptop and Nico just sighs dramatically and leans back on the couch.

"See, this little fucker is still all lovey dovey for Abby. And now he's forcing me to stalk some dude who says she assaulted him. Stupid story really, he has no proof" Nico explains and I glare at the side of his face.

This hijo de puta just always has to throw me under the goddamn bus, even though he's mentioned this fact over a million times.

Abuela looks at me with a small smile and I ignore the look she gives me, ever since they found that dumb picture of me and Abby in my book they've been annoying me about it. The one time I accidentally leave my book on the coffee table Nico finds it and sees my bookmark is an old picture of me and Abby.

"mi hijo, stop torturing yourself and just tell her" Abuela says to me and I say the same thing I've been saying for years.

"I don't like to be hurt, so I won't let anyone hurt me again" but if anyone hurts her I will fucking end their life, like I am about to do with Hunter.

Before she could talk I stand up off the couch and fix my blazer, "I'm going to New York, for business" I say and Nico sent me an eye roll as I grabbed my phone and walk out of the office.

When I get hurt I don't think about anyone around me, I know it's toxic and horrible but when I feel upset I make others feel the same. And most of the time I don't even mean to, like when I ran out from the room after Abby blurted it was a mistake I didn't even clean her up, I left her naked in some random hotel room naked.

Guilt still chokes me for that.

I walk into the living room throwing those thoughts out of my head when I see Goose laying on the couch asleep.

I sit down beside him and gently place my hand on his head, petting him softly. Truth be told, I can't go anywhere without Goose...It's not even my fault, it's my dumb therapist's fault after she forced me to get a dog.

And then Goose followed me everywhere, and now I can't stay without his spoiled ass.

Dios mio, if I'm late for dance practice I am going to kill someone. That is the only time I can talk and hold her without showing her how much I want to.

I don't want her to know how much I care for her.

But anyone who makes her cry will end up like this guy, I knock on the door in front of me and lean against the frame. About 30 seconds later the door opens and a brunette boy stands in front of me.

He cranes his head up a bit looking at me, I'd say I'm a good 6'3 and he's somewhere near 6 foot but he seems like the person to tell people he's 6'2.

"Yo bro" he nods at me as his brow furrow in confusion, "Who're you?" he asks and I hear a girl groan from inside his house telling him to come back to bed.

"No one, now let's talk" I say and he goes to talk but I pull my gun and clock it, his eyes widened as he tries shutting the door on me. I scoff and my hand slams on the door pushing it open as I lazily hold the gun to him backing him up into his own penthouse.

"Hunter, baby who is it?" A girl shouts from upstairs and Hunter's eyes widen more as his hands shoot up in surrender, "Tell her it's no one, to stay upstairs" I say quietly and slowly.

"No one Rachel, stay upstairs it's just...An old friend!" he shouts to her and I hum nodding a bit, his whole face is red in fear and his hands are shaking, it seems as if he is close to fucking crying when his eyes turn red and glossy.

"You hurt someone I know" I start off pushing him onto the ground, a small thud when he falls and I spin my gun around my finger. His eyebrows furrow and confusion takes over his looks "W-Who" he stutters pathetically.

"Abby" I state and suddenly his eyes show understanding, his body tenses up but he tries playing it off as if he has no idea who the fuck the woman he framed for sexually assulting him is. "Don't play dumb, Hunter. I get angry fast" I sigh

"I-I don't know an Abby" he blurts out and tries getting back up, when those words leave his mouth my gun goes up with the aim to shoot his head. He freezes and is trembling at this point when I glare at him, "Last chance" I grit.

His eyes close for a second longer before he opens them and kicks the gun out of my hands, I sigh when I see his stupidity as I watch and let him get up. Fine he wants to do this the harder way, and I've been dying to punch this fucker after seeing Abby having a panic attack in my arms.

His hand raises to punch me but I catch his easy punch before slamming my fist right into his nose, hearing a crack when it breaks and I grab the back of his head before raising my knee, banging his head against my knee and kicking him back.

He tumbles a few steps before he hits a wall, "Fuck man, you're god damn crazy" he groans and I smirk. "Trust me, I know" I bang his head against the wall three times until there's blood from him onto the wall.

"Remember who Abby is now?" I ask pushing his face into the wall and he grunts trying to get free from my hold, "Yes, let me go, please" he cries

Damn he's crying, pathetic pussy ass boy.

"Why'd you lie and start shit about her?" I ask fisting his hair, pulling him back using it and moving out of the way when he falls on the floor.

Blood running down the side of his cheek from his forehead, his nose broken and bleeding and a small bruise on his cheekbone.

"I-Rachel t-told me to" he stutters, backing up when I grab my gun from the floor, before I could say anything I hear a piercing scream that makes me roll my eyes and cringe.

My eyes snap to the stairs and I see a half naked girl standing there with a hand slapped over her mouth, "Estúpidos americanos" I mutter under my breath as I fix my blazer. So dramatic, and for what?

"What the hell is going on here?" she asks in fright as she looks between me, the idiot on the ground and my gun.

"A tea party, care to join?" I snap, she's the bitch who spread rumours about Abby and forced this mother fucker to lie to the whole world. They're both the reasons Abby won't come out of her fucking room for hours after hours.

Before she could talk I beat her to it, "If you don't want a bullet through you and your boy toy's heads tell everyone it was a joke and you lied about Abby. You have three hours and if you don't make sure this is done before then I can have your bodies thrown into a lake." I explain calmly as I fix my cufflinks.

"Understood?" I ask looking at them

My jaw clenches when the idiota gets up and punches me, my head turning to the side a bit and I chuckle under my breath as my hand runs over my jaw. I tried being nice, but now I'm about to fucking snap.

"Mistake" I mutter before grabbing his wrist and turning it until it breaks and I put the mouth of my gun right to his shoulder and look at the girl standing in the stairs screaming and crying, "Shut the fuck up" I warn her and she slams a hand over her mouth.

"Change of plans." I state and Hunter groans as tears run down his cheeks. "Rachel pick up your phone and live stream telling everyone that Abby did nothing and you forced Hunter to lie to anyone. Try being smart and I blow his head" I move my gun to the back of his head and she gasps.

"P-Please, don't hurt him I love him" she cries and I roll my eyes, does it look like I care? Like even at all?

"Act normal, or loverboy here dies and I frame you for his murder" I grit losing patience. I'm going to shoot him either way though. Firstly because he's really pissing me off and secondly he hurt Abby.

He should be happy he's still breathing.

Rachel runs to get her phone and she fixes her hair sending the boy whose name I forgot a look saying 'you will be okay' and I mock her inside my head. Whenever I see happy couples I feel like throwing up.

She clears her throat and smiles as a live stream starts, she holds the phone up so it faces her and she waits a second for there to be more viewers.

She takes a deep breath and starts running her mouth, see now I understand-I don't like women with smart mouths who are like Rachel or anyone else for that matter. I like women with smart mouths who have blond hair, hazel eyes, an attitude, and go by the name Abby Ximena Madden.

I push the guy into the wall lightly and check my watch after she's been talking for a while, after it's been ten ish minutes I point for her to sum her shit up.

"So I apologise to Abby, I have no idea what was going on in my mind and I'd like to restate it. Abby would never touch Hunter, and I told Hunter to tell everyone she did. So sorry for the misunderstanding" she says with tears running down her cheek and she ends the live stream.

Fina-fucking-ly. I look at my watch again to see I'd have to leave soon to make it to dance practice and turn back to the two fuckers.

"If you call any cops or an ambulance before it's been 10 minutes since I leave, I will fucking find you and kill you both." I say pulling the safety off my gun and pulling the trigger allowing a bullet to pierce his shoulder. It makes no sound thanks to the silencer I have on.

He slides down the wall as he screams, holding his shoulder as the woman runs to him. I also forgot her name...

"B-Babe" she gasps holding him close to her and I roll my eyes bringing my gun up.

"Hurt-even fucking look at Abby again and next time I shoot his head along with yours" I warn, threaten them before my finger presses on the trigger again this time causing a bullet to fly into his left thigh.

That was for fun

And with that, I tuck my gun back into my waistband before walking out of the trashy penthouse. Pulling on the fronts of my blazer and fixing it as I walk down the hall, no one hurts Abby.