Why does she never talk about books with me?

It's almost been 30 minutes and they're still talking about this book, well I haven't read the Spanish love deception. But I want to.

I keep my eyes on them but my hand comes out and smacks Nico when I hear a snore from him, he jumps up, pulling a gun out and my eyes widen before I grab it and hide it from abuela. She hates guns in her room.

I glare at him and he rolls his eyes, lifting his hips off the sofa before grabbing a lighter and a cigarette.

I watch as he lights it, idiot wants to get his ass beat.

"Oh my god, the soccer match." Abby squeals, abuela grins before they turn to each other and start talking.

I feel the corners of my lips tilting up when I see her smile, fuck-this woman is perfect in every single way. Her smile bright and beautiful, her hazel eyes shine as she talks with a grin, her pretty pink lips, she's full of fucking life when she's like this.

She's my life, that's why I call her mi vida.

The first time I said that to her was when I was bomb high, she thinks I don't remember anything from that night but I remember every single detail. How she pulled Regina off of me, how I made her sit in my lap, how she helped me fall asleep, when I told her to leave when I fall asleep so I don't hurt her, me playing with her pretty hair, her small glares whenever I said something that made her blush.

I could understand why she said she doesn't know who took me up that day, and I don't think I'll ever bring this up for her.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel my phone buzz, sighing when it keeps buzzing so I open it and see Ares texting me.

We caught one of the people that attacked Abby and Ivy, he's been passed out from our last torture session and Ares tells me he's just woken up and is making a scene.

I tilt my phone towards Nico, watching my cousin smirk his sinister smirk as he takes a puff of the cigarette. We both stand up off the couch, abuela ignores us but Abby's eyes find me.

I give her a small smile before me and my cousin walk out of the room, "beating people up is my therapy" Nico exhales a cloud of smoke before waving his hand back and forth. Agreed.

We walk through the halls before down the stairs into the darker basement, we have to duck down slightly due to the shorter ceiling.

I stop in front of one of the guards, watching his eyes fall down to the ground when I step in front of him. "The Russian prisoner?" I ask what cell he is in, the man has to clear his throat before speaking and telling me the answer. "193"

I nod, Nico is already walking off. We both walk towards the cell, it has been too fucking long since I've gotten some blood on my hands.

My therapist says to write when I need to relieve stress, but I kill people instead-it works much better. I still have to write some crappy shit to show her I did what she's saying, the only reason I still go there is because abuela threw her slipper at me the last time I tried leaving.

That shit hurts...

I grab the door to the cell before pulling it open, I see Ares already there with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up as he punches his fist into the man's face. Blood covering his shirt as he keeps going.

We all have our dirty pleasures, Ares's is watching his white shirts being drenched in the blood of an enemy, Nico's is that he likes to cut our every unimportant artery a human body holds until the person is barely alive, Dominico's is that he'll inject a lethal drug into their veins slowly bit by bit and finally kill them when he has answers.

But fuck, I love beating people till they die, watching them suffer and slowly die in your hands. Seeing their blood all over you, it's beyond amazing. Or I'll shove a grenade down their throat, tie a weight to their leg and throw them in a lake.

One or the other.

"Get anything out of him?" I ask, stepping in and closing the door as Nico leans back against the wall observing the man in the chair.

He's not tied down, we all like a good little chase.

"He's 23, name is Garry and is a fucking rapist" Ares mutters, his jaw clenching when he says the last words. Both mine and Nico's eyes snap to him before we freeze.

Garry chuckles in his chair, "you good man?" Nico asks Ares, his question snapping Ares out of whatever thoughts he was in, we watch him take a deep breath before nodding and stepping back.

"He said it like he was proud of it, proud of raping his girlfriend" Ares scoffs, I want to touch his shoulder and pull him out of here but we all know that would not end well right now. "I need to talk to Ivy" he mutters and walks right out of the room.

I turn back and give the guards a look to not look at him or piss him off.

My eyes go to Garry in the chair, every time someone makes my best friend hurt like that it breaks my heart. Ares probably told him to shut his useless mouth but he didn't listen, and now he's going to pay.

Garry stands off the chair as I pull my blazer off, putting it lightly on the chair beside me before undoing my cuff links and folding up my sleeves.

"When he comes back, you're going to beg for forgiveness. Understood?" I ask simply, he scoffs before trying to throw a punch at me. I grab his wrist and my jaw locks, I twist his wrist till pressure stops me from twisting more. One twist and it's broken.

"Understood?" I grit

I hate when people hurt my best friend, even though he's an idiot that pisses me off every other second he's still the guy that beat someone up for me in elementary school and got expelled. Still the guy who made me a goddamn friendship bracelet out of strings and beads.

I wind back my arm before my fist slams into his already broken nose, breaking it even more and I push him into the chair.

He nods quickly cupping his nose to stop the bleeding, "do it again" Nico speaks from behind me and I roll my eyes.

"Good" I hum, grabbing the arm rests of his chair and leaning down.

"Now, who attacked the house a week ago?" I ask calmly, his bottom lip trembling in fear as he tries stopping the blood coming from his nose, his silence only pisses me off more.

"I don't know"

Liar.

"Garry, I lose my temper fast" I tsk moving back a step, he looks away from my eyes to the floor, his eyes showing clear fear and I know for a fact he knows exactly who attacked the house and followed the car.

They tried hurting important people in my life.

"He does," Nico comments.

I push my sleeves up until they're right under my elbow, Garry grabs his shirt in a tight fist but I just couldn't help but swing at him again. My fist comes crashing down against his cheek, this is like free therapy.

He groans, I see tears sliding down his cheek mixing in with the blood on his face. I grab his shirt just to pull him forward and off the chair, "who the fuck did it?" I ask again. This time my voice filled with annoyance.

I kick his shoulder which Ares must have broken, he falls to his back and I lean down next to him grabbing his collar. "Please-" he screams, cutting himself off when I jab my fist against his cheekbone.

"Paula and her family" he blurts, my eyebrows furrow and I look at him in confusion. Who the fuck?

Regina dumbass, her name is Paula not Regina.

Oh.

"Who and who's family?" Nico asks and I sigh, "apparently Regina's real name is Paula '' I mutter looking at the squirming man under my mercy.

"Why?" I question him again, he wipes the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "Please let me go" he fucking whimpers, a shudder falling through his body and I pat down on the collar I messed up on his shirt.

"Garry, answer the questions asked" I warn him lightly, my other hand coming to rest against my jaw. My hand and fist aching to punch him until he can't breathe.

His eyes slam shut, he seems to be debating his whole life before he opens his mouth. "I can't, they'll kill everyone I love" he whispers, I scoff.

He's trembling at this point, I lean down closer to his ear "and I'll make them watch as I kill you" I whisper, slowly and lightly. My finger pushes down on an artery that could make him stop breathing, my thumb pushes down on it harder and he chokes on his own breath.

"Why the hell did they try hurting them?" I ask him again, my jaw locked before my other fist raises and slams into his face.

Over and over again until I feel my own knuckles bust and my own blood mixes with his, I keep punching that one spot until I see it burst out into blood.

"Not them, Abby, they want Abby dead!" he cries out, I freeze, my fist about to punch him but stops in the air and my jaw clenches.

Nobody fucking touches my Abby.

My eyes lock with his, "why?" I grit, it feels like I'm losing my mind. Imagining them getting to her, what if they took her from me? What if they fucking hurt mi vida?

"Please let me g-" he doesn't finish his sentence when I jab my elbow into his shoulder blade, a scream from him echoes through the cell and I stand.

I grab the chair he was sitting on before picking it up and throwing it on the floor, watching the wood break, grabbing one of the broken legs with a sharp end. I don't hesitate before swinging and hitting his face.

She's my limit, everyone knows that.

"Why the fuck do they want to hurt her?" I snap, he's crying and that only annoys me so I swing again. Nico just chuckles and enjoys the show.

Garry's blood splattered on me slowly, "I'm sorry-please!" he begs. I glare at him before forcing him to his feet, my hand on his collar before I drop the wood and raise my knee slamming it into the side of his rib cage.

I do it again, harming his liver and he coughs with screams and tears running down his face. "Fucking answer me" I punch him between each word, his face and my fist are both drowning in blood.

I'm losing it and I can't help but love it.

I love this feeling, this adrenaline.

"Paula wants you!" he shouts, defeat finding his face and I grit my teeth. I am going to kill them all, my fist raising and slamming into his face again until I back him up against a concrete wall.

I grab his hair and slam his face into the wall, "how far would she go?" I ask before forcing the man who struggles to breathe to look at me, look me in the eyes but he looks down to the ground and at my cousin for help.

"I-" I slam his face into the wall "-want-" my fist raises before I punch him where there was already a bleeding cut "-my-" my knee hits his rib cage again and he winces with a groan "-goddamn-" I slam his head into the wall one last hard time before pushing down harder "-answers" I finish off.

Beyond pissed at this point

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.

Fucking idiota.

"They say y-you've lost it-" he looks at me with clear fear before I twist his wrist until I hear it crack over and over again, "-and you have, you monster!" he cries, shouts for help but I feel a crazy smirk raising to my lips as I keep punching him.

He hasn't even seen me lose control fully yet, but at the pace he's answering my questions I doubt it's far.

I let him sink to the floor, "she said, if she has to kill Abby to get you...She wouldn't hesitate" he whispers before allowing his eyes to close as he tries breathing.

My tongue pokes at the inside of my cheek before I turn, walking to Nico before my hand out. He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out a pack of cigs.

Handing me one and a lighter, I hold the cigarette between my lips before my hand comes up cupping the far side and I light the end. "Make it slow, send his head to the doorstep of the Russian estate" I say before grabbing the door handle.

My eyes closing for a second as the nicotine hits my brain, fuck that feels good. I hand him his lighter, watching him give me a small salute before pulling out a dagger.

I walk out of the door with the cig between my index and middle finger, bringing it to my lips as I walk up the stairs. Blood dripping down my hands, the white part of the cigarette covered in red blood.

Ignoring all the looks I get from my guards before I walk up the second stair case towards my room, I feel like beating up every single guard in this fucking house.

Paula will do anything to hurt Abby, and I know Ximena will have to leave soon after the wedding, that is fine-but the fact that she has a target on her back is what settles fear in me.

I let her in, and now she's in danger.

I walk into my room, freezing when I see her laying on my bed. Stomach down, her ass up and hanging out of her silky pink shorts, a lame excuse of a top on her covering her upper half. The blond hair I'm obsessed with sprawled out along her back.

She looks over her shoulder with a smile that immediately drops when she sees me, her eyes widening and I sigh when her eyes fill with fear. God dammit.

"Get in the shower" I mutter, closing the door lightly as I pull the drug to my lips again taking one long last inhale. Letting it run through my body before slowly tilting my head up and exhaling.

My tongue darts out and I damp the ends of my two fingers before pressing down on the end and tossing it in the trash bin.

I start undoing the buttons of my shirt, my eyes locked on hers as I speak again. "Do you trust me, Ximena?" I ask her, my voice low and raspy.

She visibly gulps, her hazel eyes falling to my bloody hands but even then she nods. Some sort of relief fills me and I nod towards the shower, I watch as she takes a deep breath before standing off the bed and pulling off her little white shirt.

My head drops back and I hold in a groan when my dick goes hard as I watch her perky tits appear from under her shirt. I love it when she doesn't wear a bra.

She turns her back before walking into the bathroom, I hear the shower start running, my shirt is discarded on the ground and I walk towards the bathroom while undoing my belt.

Pulling it off and throwing it on the floor where her pink silky shorts are, no sign of her underwear and I smirk. She knows when she wants something and sure does know how to get it.

Pushing down my slacks along with the boxers I had on, pulling open the door of the glass shoulder before stepping in. Her back is turned to me, I step closer to her before closing the door.

I go to touch her but my hands hover over her soft, warm skin. Shit-does she want me to touch her?

I go to move my hands but I feel her hand move over mine before she places my hands on her waist, my body relaxes before I move closer to her allowing my arms to snake around her and pull her body into mine.

She put her hair up allowing me to place a small kiss on her neck, "I didn't mean to scare you?" I whisper, running my hand up and down against her hip.

She hums, "I know, blood just makes me want to throw up" she whispers and my eyes fall to how my hands leave a small trail of blood on her skin before I move her under the spray of the shower head.

My hands running over her skin washing the blood off my hands and off her clear skin, "I didn't know you'd be here" I admit, if I did I would have gone to a guest room and cleaned myself up.

"I like falling asleep with you"

Her confession makes me smile and place another soft kiss on her jaw, a small sound leaves her lips.

I let out a shaky exhale when she arches her back slightly rubbing her ass against my hard on.

"You're not making this easy, princesa" I groan under my breath, she knows what she's doing.

I feel her hand move over mine before she helps me slide my hand up her body, a small breathless moan leaving her lips when she cups her breast with my hand.

I'm sure she can feel my grin against her neck, "wanna tell me why you look like you just killed someone?" she asks breathlessly, tauntingly as she grinds her ass against me.

"How about we save that for pillow talk," I mutter against her skin, my kisses against her neck become sloppy and wet. My tongue darts out when I suck lightly on her sweet spot.

"Sounds great" she mumbles, jumping a bit against me with a light gasp when I pinch her erect nipple between my thumb and middle finger.

Mine, she is all mine and I'll burn down this whole world before someone takes her from me.