The Valiente to your Castillo (18+)

Dont give in

Hiii!
So I'm speaking to myself heh, if anyone's here please comment anything so I can see that you're alive.

I've had a really rough week with several fights and panic attacks. Therefore the delay of chapters on both this and my other books.

As always, be your true self.
Enjoy- p<3
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The past days before the weekend had passed smoothly mostly with me avoiding Evan Castillo with all I had.
The sexual tension between me and Mr. Castillo can be cut with a knife and I don't think that either of us would be able to control ourselves if we were close. Of course, that doesn't stop him- he has tried his best to be close to me and remind me of all the tension between us.

I was now sitting in my dorm in silence reading my book, I'm an hour we would be going home for the weekend due to the dinner tomorrow night with the mysterious Spanish family. Actually- I couldn't give more shit about that but my parents are strict and I don't want to get yelled at.

My parents have always been strict, but I have always seen it like they want the best for me. They were never like that with my brother, maybe they just see more potential in me?

My mama isn't the strict one of my parents but my padre- is probably the scariest person I've ever seen.
I wouldn't see him as abusive but if he gets angry- I hide right away. He often takes out his anger on me because I'm the weakest in the family in his eyes. I think he's right so I can't blame him for what he is doing but sometimes I wish that Andre would be the punchbag.

I've never really known what my parents work with and how they have so much power. They have always told me  "it's not necessary for you to know" every time I ask so I just stopped asking.

My parents often talk business with other Spanish family's that want our money or our protection.
Believe me- when other Spanish mafias come to our house, they always beg for protection. Our family is not in the Maffia- I think.

But if someone hurts or kill someone in the maffia or family that we protect- it's called war. That have never happened and I'm kind of curious about what a Spanish family war looks like.

I was excited to go home and be in my room, swim in our pool- but most- the silence. I love this school and my dorm, all the friends and teachers but I miss the silence at home.

Believe me- I've heard quite enough moans in the dorms next to mine the past nights. Can't blame them though- we are indeed just hormonal teenagers if I quote the beloved Evan.

Evan had already gone home to his family in the villa by the beach- it's a huge house, not as big as ours tho. Apparently his family had some "business" this weekend and I didn't bother to ask what.

The Castillo family have much power, we have never created an alliance with them though- I don't really know why but I'm happy that we haven't, an alliance means combining dinners together and have daily meetings. I do not want to see Evan more than necessary.

A knock on the door ripped me out off my dreamland created by my book and I raised from my bed.
"¡Valencia! Vamos a casa ahora, apurarse"
(Valencia, we're going home now, hurry)
Andre's voice called out behind the door making me hurry up packing the things I need for the weekend. I just needed my favourite pair of socks (dorky I know but I love them) and my phone along with my book of course.