Maria's pov-
Without a single word to the others Lucien gripped my forearm pulling me out of the room.
I glanced back at Carlos who already had his eyes on me as he sent me a reassuring smile.
“Lucien,” I whispered as he pulled me along roughly.
“Don’t” he shot out sternly as he carried on pulling me along the hall and into his bedroom.I jumped out of my skin at the loud bang as he slammed his door shut harshly.
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Maria's pov- It has been three days since I committed what I feel to be the biggest mistake of my life. Carlos had left come morning, I didn't see him leave but by the time I had awoken he was gone without so much as a goodbye. Not that Lucien would allow us to ever be in the same room again. He made that more than clear with his threat. Lucien was still mad at me, in fact I don't think mad is the correct word. He barely even acknowledges me. Every morning when I wake up he is already gone, the sheets on his side of the bed are always cold. The only sign I had that he would sleep on the bed with me was the soft kiss he placed on my head every night before rolling over and facing the other direction. He was beyond mad. I didn't know if this was him punishing me, it sure as hell felt like it. It was torture to know that I had hurt him so bad that he
"So Maria, now I don't know the details but I heard you went through an ordeal while you were away. How are you feeling emotionally?" He questioned as he began removing the stitches. I sucked in a deep breath. "Wow, have you even started? I can't feel a thing" I bit my lip. "I stock the best numbing cream in the country. Now you're avoiding the question" he stated as he worked. I sighed he was right. I was avoiding the question. I didn't want to talk about it not to anyone and definitely not to a stranger to Which this man ultimately was. "I'm not avoiding the question per say.. There is just not much to talk about. What happened has happened and now I am just looking forward and not looking back" I spoke slowly. The man was right in my face and it's awkward having to breath all on his face whilst I answer his questions.  
Mariaās POV- I walked down the hall stuck in a world of my own thoughts. I didnāt know where I was going as my feet tapped across the laminate flooring. Dr.Grim had seemed such a happy and content man and I couldnāt for the life of me get that out of my head. I want that! I want that for myself, to be happy and content with my life but I donāt see that in my future. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am having a spot of doubt at the fact Lucien wont pay me no mind. Maybe things will get better or maybe they wont. I was like a path of destruction. Where ever I go was bound to be disintegrated and whomever I touch was bound to get burnt. Nicolas, as crazy as he had been I to some extent had triggered that mess. James, burnt by my foolishness actions of revenge. Diego, causing a wedge between my brother and his best friend. Carlos, set a blaze from m
Mariaās pov- I pulled back from Lucienās embrace; his blue eyeās shined as he gazed back at me. āWill you really, leave this behind and come with me?ā I asked in doubt. I didnāt believe he would and as much as I had dreamed for this exact moment, unlike me Lucien was built for this world, the business and the war. He was good at it, near enough perfect for this life. He cupped my cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb smoothing circles into the skin of my cheek. āI want you to be happy Maria. I will give everything in my power to see you have the life you wish to have. But I need time; I have a responsibility here that I must set in order before it would be possible for me to give you what you wish.ā He spoke softly. His words had only crushed the little bit of hope that I had of the possibility of me and Lucien living a norm
Mariaās pov- We are currently in my old room. I hadnāt yet had the chance to gather my things and move them to Lucienās room, so all my stuff was still here to witch I was glad for considering we had decided to get ready here to avoid Lucien or Lorenzo catching us. We had done our make-up as fast as possible. Aimee was sort of an expert and had completely fixed my face up, hiding any signs that I had been crying as well as successfully patching up my wound with a slight smaller patch. I was dreading the looks I would receive because of that thing. I mean, a woman at a nightclub with a bandage on her face, there was no denying that I was bound to catch more than a few looks. I told Aimee of my plans to leave and surprisingly she was excited for me. She believes that I deserve it and in her words āyour happiness is worth more than anything, put yourself first for a change Mariaā
Mariaās pov- The car pulled up at the entrance to what I assume is the club Marcel and Diego where taking us too. This place looked extremely busy, the car park was full and busts of people all crowded by the door. "Wow" I breathed in awe as I read the neon red sign that said āEl Diabloā I didnāt read much in Spanish I understood it better when spoken. I know its weird being that I am half Spanish but if I am not wrong and that is a big IF then the sign had meant The Devil. āRight girls no rules except please stay out of trouble, I would like to be able to go to bed happily drunk when we get home without having my toes removed by lorenzo and lucien firstā Diego smiled widely as if his statement was a normal things to say. He radiated excitement and to be honest I think he is more excited to get out to club then I am. āDiego you are to stay alert. This is not our territory and I would
Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldnāt be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. āWhat will it be guys?ā he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? āI will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are havingā Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didnāt know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money itās a whiskey. āRum and coke pleaseā Aimee ordered. āAnd you darling?ā he asked taking his attention to me. āErm, do you have something alcoholic but without the nasty tasteā I asked awkwardly, fully aware of how stupid I must look asking such a question in a nightclub. āAye I can tell youāre a first timer, first time drinking or first night out?ā he asked wi
Carlos’s POV-I watched Maria from where I was sat. I couldn’t help myself the sight was captivating as I watched her sway her hips to the beat that bounced around us.Her hands gliding over her body seductively as she drunkenly lost herself to the music. She is fascinatingly beautiful and I practically squirmed in my seat with the pulsing hardness that grew against the fabric of my trousers just from watching her.I glanced around seeing that I wasn’t the only one. Without knowing and so obviously oblivious to her effect she had grown an audience from more then a few men.I clenched my teeth at the ogling freshmen that didn’t hide his arousal as he eyed her from the bar.I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. I wasn’t one to get worked up for any woman but it seems this woman had wriggled her way into my mind more than id like