Mr & Mrs Montero

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Montero's POV

"We are gathered here today because of mother bear pardoning a weak pregnant red head sixteen years ago, and her pathetic gullible kid who, sixteen years later, decided to trust the wrong person which will now lead to her family's extinction." Maria was conducting what looked look like a forest meeting.

Her men were pointing their guns at us, but hers was solely on my daughter. Our hands were still up, and this time, they were cruel enough to have Kalani's hands up too.

"Is this how you want to go down Maria? The pathetic redhead who screwed over brothers towards hate that the one eventually killed the other, only to die an unworthy death?" I asked.

"Unworthy death?" She chuckled. "Honey, I think you forgetting, I'm the one with the gun here, not you, nor your missy." She pressed the gun on my daughter's temple, and she slightly moved her head to the opposite direction in fear, her eyes now red. She was, and still is crying, yet she didn't let a sound be uttered out her mouth.

"No, please don't." Kalani whispered, talking one step forward. I looked at her, and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "I will do anything, just please," her voice cracked, "Please don't hurt my baby girl." My wife begged.

"Kalani don't." I called to her, shaking my head. If we surrendered now, our chances of survival were slimming down to zero.

"No Dom, I'm tired. I'm just so so tired." More guns turned away from other people towards her.

"For goodness sake, she's not armed!" I yelled at the death crew that was ready to take us out. "She can barely run, and she couldn't even take out one guy on a one-on-one combat in that state." I continued to reason.

"Dom, stop saying things that will get your daughter killed, your pretty pregnant wife might never forgive you." Maria interrupted us. "Better yet why not start with her since I think the baby, she's carrying is starting to burden her a bit?" She moved the gun away from my daughter, and she pointed it on my wife's stomach.

I immediately stood in front of Kalani, blocking her from the attack, still with my hands lifted up.

"You dare Maria." I spoke without parting my teeth.

"Stop playing hero Dom." Maria instructed me.

"Yeah well, you should stop play playing villain. It's getting pretty old, don't you think?" I smiled at her, sarcastically.

"You made me like this, don't you like what you see?" She came closer, knowing whatever I said now could determine how badly she could injure me, and if that injury could be enough for my wife to let me live.

"No, I like you naked, with your hands tied to a bed when we were making love remember?" I tilted my head, bit my lip, and I knew, this was gonna haunt me for generations to come.

Before she could say anything, I yelled, "Now!"

First bullet went to Maria's head, the next one to Alina's arm. Nobody needed to be told to go down on our side. I covered my wife with my body and, and we went down. The other team was going down, and I could hear my daughter's mini screams every time a body fell next to her.

I looked at my wife who had her eyes shut, and her ears blocked, and I smiled. In that moment, nothing in this world mattered except this woman whom I call wife. The forehead wrinkle made her look cute, her ears that she blocked I knew were pink because she was crying, and her cheeks looked like Eawa's when she was five, and I knew, there is no where in the world I'd rather be then in front of this woman, making a fool of myself, trying to save our kids.