FIFTY

FIFTY

ANDRES

She was crying, maldito infierno

I had not meant to hurt her and if she would just talk to me about what…

Talk to you? You locked her up in a fucking dungeon beside the man who killed her father and brother and now she is your whore, my mind taunted

“She is not a whore; she is…” I muttered

She is what? A girl that is your prisoner and can never see her only living family ever again, my thoughts raced.

I got up and approached the bathroom, my hand reaching for the knob but stopping suddenly.

She did not want to be anywhere near me at the moment so it was best that I let her be. I slammed the door to my bedroom, heading to the den; I too needed to clear my head and think about what the fuck I was doing.

Miguel scampered down the stairs to meet me, his face bearing urgency

“I was just about to come and see you; I want you to find out the whereabouts of Catherina’s mother and her sister, I want them brought here to see her and…”

He stared at me like I had definitely lost my h