Cancun

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Night. On the private plane.

I looked at Eiza who was cuddled up with Seth on the couch.

He makes her happy and she deserves it.

I felt someone sit down next to me.

Nick.

Me "it's weird seeing Seth smile and be happy"

Nick nodded "I don't think I have ever seen him smile like that"

Me "he's happy .She makes him happy"

Nick nodded "that's what mates do. They make each other happy"

Me "During my whole time here I've only seen you smile once"

Nick shook his head "I smile all the time"

I looked at him "but it's a fake one, I am talking about the real one"

Nick "and when did you see me smile like for real?"

Me "My first training with the team. You were smiling when you watched me break Seth's arm"

Nick chuckled a little "I knew you were able to beat him"

Me "you were surprised"

Nick started to smile "I was proud"

I looked at him surprised but then smiled back.





In Cancun. At Cat's pack house.

We got out of the cars and my jaw dropped.

Eiza "do you smell that?"

I nodded "blood. Oh my god"

My stomach dropped.

There were dead bodies scattered around the outside area.

Eiza's jaw dropped "ay dios"

Me "they are dead, ripped to shreds"N

ick looked around "Let's go inside"

We walked into the house and looked around.

There were dead bodies too.

Seth "they literally painted the walls with blood"

I walked over to a family portrait, it was covered in blood.

Eiza walked over to me and grabbed my hand.

I looked at her "this was my home"

Eiza nodded "it was mine too"

Seth "There's flesh blood"

We walked over to him.

There were drops of blood on the ground in front of the book shelf.

Seth asked confused "but there's no door? So why does the trail end here?"

I looked at the shelf, in tears "the shelf is a door to a room. Nacho's and mine "Siblings Cave". Papa had built it for us when we were kids because Nacho had seen something like that in some movie and he wanted to have something like that too. "

Then I drove a hand over the painted wood "I remember Nacho dropping a bucket of paint over my head when we were painting the wood. I wanted to kill him that day"

Eiza put an arm around me and hugged me.

I wiped away the tears, nodding "it's okay, it's okay. I'm okay"

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