~Roman~
Lena’s words linger in my head like a virus waiting for my defenses to weaken and attack me right when I’m unprepared.
This led me to show Viviana my gun; it was a test of her open-mindedness on how she would react knowing I own one.
And again, she surprised me with her knowledge about guns. That was something Nico didn’t have in her background, and so was the fact that her father taught her how to use them and more.
Although the risk of her keeping me at arm’s length was high, I was willing to take chances instead of leaving her in the dark. So I ended up giving her a hint about the Outlaws. It seems only fair to her to know everything about me. The life I have as the leader of a vigilante group; the danger of fighting off the criminals o
~Roman~The last time I saw Romero was on his wedding day. I went with Abuela and on behalf of Abuelo José. I still remember that day perfectly in my head. The most beautiful woman of her generation, Isabelle Santillan, wore a mourning face on her wedding day. That’s how much she detested to wed this man.I wonder what happened to her. The last news I heard of her was that she moved to London the day after her wedding. This man is known for being a womanizer. I’m no saint, but this man is ten times worse.“Mayor,” I kept my voice leveled, “how have you been?”His midnight black eyes bored holes into mine while he flashed me his politician’s practiced smile, the kind that fooled the people of Las Mencía. “I&rsq
~Roman~Detective Gutierrez rescheduled the meeting in two weeks, not hinting why he’s playing hard to get. Seven days after our canceled meeting in the port, the irking feeling that something was up with the old man manifested itself.He was found dead inside his car on the side of the road headed home from his duty—gunshot wound on the head, clean shot, no evidence that the culprit used force on him.From where I stood on the police line, I could tell that he knew the killer. The driver’s door was open, one foot touching the ground as though he was in the act of stepping out of his car. One hand remained gripping the steering wheel, his head flung to the side, a bullet hole present on his temple, piercing through and through, creating a large exit wound.
~Viviana~No one knows what the future brings. It’s the permanent uncertainty in this life. One minute we’re happy, and the next, my blood is drenched in the blood of someone I love.But I allowed myself to believe what Roman said even if I knew how foolish that might be. If I had known that this is what my future with him would be, I would’ve done my hardest to stay away from him. Keyword: would’ve.Although I know, I will always end up in his arms either way. I’m a sucker for him, and my mind just turns into a pile of goo around him.In his sleep, Roman is an exquisite view. I want to wake up admiring him every day.Full lips slightly parted, illegally long lashes grazed his cheekbone, and his
~Viviana~ “The fuck,” I whispered in disbelief. That guy is taking things too far. “I slapped him, of course, but still. Dios mío, I can’t imagine what Mateo will do.” “Oh,” I knew things were going well with her and Mateo, and I hoped he would teach Camilo a lesson, but I’m certain that Mateo will end up wringing Camilo’s neck if he learns about this. “God, you’re shaking. I think you should go home,” I suggested, seeing that she was in no shape to work anymore. “We’re already short on staff,” she shook her head. “I’ll tell David what Camilo did to you. He’ll understand.” ~~ Like I
~Viviana~ Instead of listening to the anxious pitter-patter of my heart, I focused on the slow hum of the ceiling fan and the humid air sweeping from the open window. I’ve run my fingers on the lily printed coverlet over and over as I waited for Roman. I could hear the hushed echo of his voice, but making out his words was impossible. His tone was commanding. I could only assume that he was giving Nico and Mateo instructions on how they’d save Maya. Silence followed the soft thud of the front door, and footsteps headed to my room. Roman wore a soft smile when he appeared at the open door. I remained seated on the bed while he crossed the short distance between us, sitting beside me. The tension in the room was so thick it made breathing hard. If my guess is correct,
~Roman~Daylight waned as we rode our bikes to the abandoned shipyard at the town’s border.This is where the information we got from Julie led us, the same information that got her father killed. Talking to Viviana definitely cleared my head. I need her in my life more than I could ever have imagined. She was right; leaving her wouldn’t solve our problems, and it wouldn’t make these people go away. Ending them will..We are divided into three teams: the ground, surveillance, and extraction. Nico led the surveillance and extraction surrounding the shipyard, while Mateo and I led the ground.Mateo rode beside me, looking agile like a lion ready to pounce at its rival. Chilly Andalusian air slithered into our
~Roman~“My drones are in the air. Uno, Dos, move to the front of the building. There are trailer and thermal shows movements on the top trailers. That’s the farthest my drones can get, since I can’t let them stoop low.”Mateo and I were on the move as soon as we got the instructions from Nico. “Cage, your team will move from the south, Warden, cover the west….” Nico continued to give orders like a general commanding his men.We flanked towards the front of the building, eyes focused on the scope of my AK47 as we ducked. Mateo covered my back in the same position as we reached the large, rusty metal door. There was an opening big enough to fit one person. I motioned for Mateo to move out first, covering him until he reached the nearest trailer.
~Viviana~As if they were watching me, the moment Roman stepped out of the house, a call from an unknown number came in. A voice changer muffled the voice, the kind that sounded as if it came from the deepest part of hell.The instructions were clear. ‘Follow your predictable routine and act naturally. Don’t call in sick and come to work at Brío. At exactly nine pm, go to the lady’s room on the ground floor. Someone will take you, and you will not resist. You won’t speak to anyone, not to your Outlaws friends, and not a word to Roman. We have the red light aimed at your mother’s head and a knife at your friend’s throat. One wrong move, and one of them will die.’I wasn’t even able to say hello. After the call, a picture of Maya came in, a duct tape plastered ove