LONDON, ENGLAND: 3RD PERSON'S POVCharlie was excited as he held his baby girl, Isabella close to him while entering his jet. Ren followed suit with a protective arm around her huge tummy."Where to, mi Rey?" The pilot asked."London." Isabella beat her dad to it.It was agreed that since Isabella was given birth to in Madrid, it would only be fair for the new kid to be given birth to in London.A few hours later the jet touched down in Mr. Taylor's airport. They then entered the limo that was waiting for them.A few minutes later, they arrived at the Taylor mansion. A new mansion was being built there in London in preparation for the new Rodríguez family after the second child was born."Ren, Delilah wants us to come to the grand opening of her school." Jackie informed her when she entered the base. In fact, the whole gang along with their respective kids were already present."Don't worry. Charlie informed me already, and we're going. In fact we are here to stay permanently in Londo

RENÉE'S POV: ENGLAND, LONDONRaising two hot-headed kids was a handful, especially when Charlie wasn't at home to help.Today of all days, they had gotten the entire mafia family into deep shit. I was just glad that school had closed when it happened.I glared at the two girls as we all waited for Charlie to arrive. It was at times like these that I wished they hadn't inherited the personalities of Charlie and me."Mi amor, I'm home!" Charlie hollered from the living room."In the kitchen!" I yelled back, still keeping a watchful eye on Bella and Rose.What bothered me the most was that neither seemed to care about what they did. They even refused to apologize to the victims no matter how hard I tried to get them to.Esme was right. My kids were sadists.Immediately Charlie entered, the girls put on puppy eyed expressions in order to soften up their dad."Mi amor, what's going on?" Charlie asked, noticing my anger."Your daughters are jeopardizing our family secret. Today, Isabella sl

ENGLAND, LONDON: RENÉE'S POV"Why don´t we call William and Clifford to find out from them?" I suggested when we run out of possible solutions to our current problem.Clifford as you all know, is my jet's pilot, and William is the kids' personal driver. He drives them over to anywhere they want to go."Nah! I don't think William will have the slightest clue about the kids' whereabouts. He's on vacation in Hawaii, which leaves Clifford." Mandy replied."Great, I'll call him." Sole offered, switching on her phone and dialling his number.He picked up on the fifth ring, which was so unlike him."Hello, this is Clifford at your service. How may I help you Mrs. Rogers?" He asked politely, with his usual practiced lines."Hey Clifford. Do you by any chance know where our kids are?" Esme asked the question lingering in the atmosphere."I'm sorry Mrs. Smith, but I do not know where your kids are." He replied.I had no idea why, but I had a strong feeling that he was lying."Clifford, if you v

LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVBlood oozed out of my broken nose. I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t tied up I would be able to wipe it off. I was physically and emotionally drained. I couldn’t come to a decision on what hurt more. The injuries inflicted on my body, or the fact that it was the guy I called a boyfriend who was doing this to me.Laurent and I had been dating against my parents’ wish since I was twelve. As a kid I’d had a huge crush on one of my close friends, Edward Smith. Then reality hit me like a brick wall, and I realised I wasn’t so great at long distance relationships.Even with an English last name, he was of Spanish descent. He chose to remain in his homeland over staying here in London with me. I was so hurt, I begun dating Laurent who showed an interest in me just to spite Edward.Eventually, Laurent had helped me to forget about my feelings for Edward. I had grown to love him back. We became the perfect couple, staying together no matter what happened.What did

LONDON, ENGLAND: DIMITRI’S POV“Dimitri, meet Isabella Rodríguez, my girlfriend.” Laurent’s last sentence drew my attention.Rodríguez? As in Charlie and Renée Rodríguez? It was at that moment that I begun to see the similarities between her and the pictures in my dad’s study. She looked like the female version of her father. She was beautiful.I could clearly see what my brother saw in her, but frankly she deserved much better than him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say she deserved someone like me because I was here to finish what my dad started years ago. He wanted Charlie dead.The men Diego had sent before me had all been reported dead. The Rodríguez were doing a good job of protecting their legacy. My brother had been kept in the dark about the Rodríguez family. A precaution that my dad took to make sure he stayed alive while in enemy territory.Charlie’s wife, Renée, had a habit of monitoring her targets before sending out her men to take them out. If Laurent didn’t pose any kind o