MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON POV"I can't believe he left me for that British bitch." The blonde said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.All sort of emotions where fighting for dominance in her body; rage, confusion, fear and frustration. And it looked like frustration had won."Technically, she's also Spanish and not just a British bitch." A guy in the corner corrected.The blonde in turn turned to glare disdainfully at him."Do I look like I give a shit? British, Spanish, who cares? To me they're the same, don't we all reside in Europe?" She blurted.The guy decided not to comment.Although Ren could be identified as just a British, it wouldn't hurt to refer to her using her actual descent.And the Spanish and British clearly weren't the same. British people came from England, Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland.While Spanish or Hispanic people traced their roots from Spain, Cuba, Mexico, Puerto Rico, South or Central America and other Spanish speaking countries.From wh
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVThe whole gang was hanging out at Starbucks, well except Ren. She said she had something to take care of.Lately I'd been examining my feelings for her, and I had finally come to a conclusion. I had discussed it with my parents and they gave me their blessing. I had talked with Mr. Taylor also, and he said as long as I didn't hurt his baby girl I could do whatever I please."So." I began, not knowing how to start.They were in a deep discussion, something about balancing their love lives with their work lives. I had no fucking idea what they were talking about. I had zoned out during the entire conversation, which was why I was shocked when someone actually heard me."So?"I looked up to see Carlisle looking pointedly at me. His question made everyone stop talking to glance at Carlisle then at me."So what?" Esme asked Carlisle.Carlisle continued to glance heatedly at me as he spoke, "Our Rey has something to say, but y'all are busy talking too much to no
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVI was at Forever 21, helping Soledad to search for the perfect dress. She refused to let me know why she needed a dress just that it was an emergency.I didn't know exactly why, but it seemed like something was bothering her. Mandy was a whole different issue. I still didn’t get why I was dragged along, it wasn't as if I was any help when it came to fashion.Shopping at a mall was energy and time wasting, I'd rather have shopped online, but these two shopaholics didn't want any of that."Hey, Ren! I tried this dress on but it didn't fit. Then I thought, may be it’d look great on you." Soledad breathed.She was holding a beautiful, black, formal dress. I took it from her and walked into one of the changing rooms to try it on. It fit like a glove, hugging and accentuating all my curves and dips."Yay! It fits, let's buy it." Sole suggested, pushing me back into the changing room to change into my original clothes."What about you?" I asked.We had been here fo
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVIt had been three months since Charlie and I started dating.Yeah dating, you heard right.After he admitted that he felt something for me, he made it clear that he wanted us to start our relationship over normally. We went on numerous dinner dates.Although neither of us had said the three words yet, things were going greater than I imagined.Right now, I was on my way back from England. I had been gone for two weeks due to some mafia and related work, and I wanted to surprise Charlie with a visit as he wasn't expecting me to return till next week.He had moved out of the mafia base to his very own condo so we could have some much needed privacy.When I got there I quietly opened the door and tried not to make a sound. I headed for our room and opened the door without a second thought.My words got caught in my throat at what I saw.Sabrina had her hands all over my husband, and they were full on k-ki-ki-kissing.Suddenly it felt like I was suffocating, my
UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE'S POVI was seated in my jet, on my way to London. I needed to find mi amor to explain what really happened to her, she might not know it but she actually saved my life.What happened back at my condo wasn't really what it looked like, and I was going to prove to her that she was the only woman I would ever think of touching.I know she despises me right now, but here's my side of the story.FLASHBACK"Charlie, I'm back." I heard a shrill high-pitched voice. I cringed involuntarily.I sat up to glance at the owner, it was Sabrina.She was dressed up in an over-revealing outfit and had her face caked with make-up. My surprised expression morphed into one of annoyance."Get out! Now!" I hissed at her in anger and annoyance.I didn't give a bloody damn how she got in, I just wanted her out of my condo as soon as possible. She was unwanted here."Nuh-uh-uh!" She said in a sing-song voice, "I'm not leaving till my job here is done." She pulled out a gun I hadn't n
LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POVI was in my condo, watching some cheesy romantic comedy and chugging down a tub of rocky road ice cream.I felt disoriented and all messed up. I was in so much emotional pain that I was numb to the brain freeze I got.I felt pathetic as I choked on my own sobs while trying to swallow a large scoop of ice cream. How it even managed to enter my mouth was still a mystery to me."Is this how your dad raised you? Seriously Ren. You're a mafia Boss. You shouldn't let something as petty as a heartbreak take you down."I glanced up to see Esme looking down at me in disapproval. How had I not heard her come in?Whatever.I went back to watching the rom-com I had picked in haste. I had been binge watching it for hours now and I still didn't know the plot or even the main characters' names.Esme was right though, this wasn't how my dad raised me. I was literally wallowing in self-pity and it was all because of that bastard.Esme, frustrated that I wasn't paying her a
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POVDiego Volkov slammed his opened hand against his leather topped desk in frustration. He had to formulate another plan and fast since the last one went wrong.He just got wind of it that Sabrina had been killed. Yes, he had wanted the bitch dead but not when she hadn't completed her final assignment."I guess if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself." He mumbled to no one in particular.He crossed his legs on top of his desk and glanced up in annoyance as someone dared to barge into his office. He later calmed down when he saw who it was."Boss, you’ve got a message from Delilah." His right hand man, Mr. Petrov stated, stretching out a sealed brown envelope towards him.Diego furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but grabbed the envelope anyway. He quickly opened it and read its contents. His face brightened as he read.'Charlie is getting married, an actual wedding this time.' Diego processed the new piece of information.Mischief beg
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI stood at the altar of the huge church, shifting my weight from one foot to another in nervousness and glancing at my wristwatch every five minutes.The congregation watched me in askance, probably wondering where the fuck my bride was.I had no idea why mi esposa wanted the wedding to be done in a church, but what mi amor wants she gets.The officiating minister stood with a placid expression but I could tell that he was getting really impatient.I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and glanced at the huge brown grandfather clock on the opposite wall.Mi amor wasn't here yet because she had some mafia work to take care of a few hours earlier, which bothered me. I mean, who tortures people a few hours before her wedding? The woman is a sadist.The entire congregation put on relieved expressions as they finally noticed her walking down the aisle with Mr. Taylor. I audibly gasped at her sheer beauty and the officiating minister straightened up from