Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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Trigger Warning - Rape, Kidnapping, Torture. ...
two weeks later
Being home again was almost painful.
I missed the familiar scent of cinnamon in the house and seeing my mother daily but I hated being here.
I hated the fact that I had to remind myself to take off my ring before I went out.
I had so much work to catch up on and so much new work to do I barely saw Ana anymore.
She said she didn't mind, I could tell she was lying.
Father had stopped giving me deadlines and busy work, but I still was drowning. I couldn't yell at him again, my work lasted and it was good. He could kill me now if he wanted.
Or worse, he could kill Ana.
I should've asked for more when I had the chance. Or I shouldn't have made such good plans.
I could've made a few faults, he didn't expect me to be perfect. But he would need to keep me around to fix them.
It was too late now.
My time with Ana was limited. I went to bed at the same time as her and got up a few hours later. I usually didn't sleep much, but I held her when I could.
She sat in my office with me most days, we talked then.
She looked into fertility clinics while I slaved away over drug trades and weapons deals.
I was hunched over on the floor trying to figure out if making a deal with Mexico was a good idea. She was sitting behind me looking at the website of the place we decided on.
"I think I should go in and get checked, if it's going to be hard for us I just want to know how hard." She set her head on my shoulder.
"Do you want me to come?" I glanced at my calendar.
We would have time in about four months. I gritted my teeth. This was not fair to her.
"No." She kissed my cheek. "I only need you to be there when I'm actually pregnant."
"I'll be able to do that. My father is a terrible man but he will make sure I'm there for everything."
She sighed. "That's such a strange thing. You can barely be there for me but as soon as there's a child involved you're completely free. Not that I'm complaining, I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
I set down my papers and turned to her. "Ana, he's only going to be okay with it because he won't ever see you as our child's mother. Whoever the biological father ends up being will be more of a parent to them in his eyes."
She nodded. "I know."
"I'm sorry." I grabbed her hand.
She shook her head. "I don't care what he thinks. It's still my baby, whatever he says."
