Mr & Mrs Montero

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Montero's POV

"Assemble your men for us, we are an hour." I was in a call with my dad, on my way to my wife to tell her what's going to happen.

"So you going through with the stupid plan?" He asks.

"I beg your pardon?" I stop walking, trying to calm myself down.

"I mean to say," He clears his throat, "you still going through the idea?"

"Yes father, since you so keen in knowing, we still going through with the stupid idea." I quote him, annoyed.

"Right, I will have my men ready for your arrival. Be safe son, I will see you in Sicilian grounds. " He ends.

"See you soon father." I end the call, and I enter the room I share with my wife, and she is seating on the bed doing nothing.

I come in, close the door, and I go
seat beside her, to let her know of the plan ahead.

"We are to land in two hours." I start, "And in those two hours, we are to get ready, and we will travel in one car as the kids want, and we will all hope for a safe travel home." I continue.

"Are you crazy?" She seats up. "Why in the world would we travel all together?"

"It's what the kids want." I try to explain to her.

"You do realize what this means right?" She looks into my eyes trying to decipher what I was going to say, but all I do is nod.

"It means if anything goes wrong Montero, we go under. It means, we all go under. Do you understand that?" Her voice is filled with disbelief.

"Yes, I do." I look away.

"Do you, really? Look at me Montero." She was clearly annoyed, I didn't have to look at her to know her expression.

I do as I'm told, and I look at my dear wife.

"Let me just remind you what it also means. No legacy. That's what it means. No future, no family, the Montero line is done, finished, it's over. You really wanna test drive that?"

"The kids, Eawa, she doesn't feel right. She doesn't feel safe, okay. The past few days have been traumatic for them, but mostly to Eawa." I move closer to her.

"My baby girl has always been the strong one, the malicious one, and the one who always got what she wanted because she sure can manipulate the whole house."

"True." She mutters smiling.

"But Eawa seems broken, sad, and the last thing she wants is to be away from us again." I finally take her hands into mine and start massaging them.

"The team agreed, they all want us to travel together. Charlie tried to back out, but Cido was the one who actually stuck for Eawa." I continue.

"Cido?" Her voice held the right amount of shock that made me want to laugh.

"Yes, Placido." I confirm. "And I know this risk that we are about to take is either going to very successful, or we lose what we have built for years on. But if you willing to take this chance, then know that I will take it with you. This team, this family, this is us honey, and I will only move when the Queen does." I smile at her.

"Then this Queen is willing to try for her family, and her king." She replies.

"That's all I'd ever ask for." I mutter, pulling her into a hug, taking her intoxicating scent that has had me taken since day one.

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Third-party POV

"Is the set up ready?" He asks.

"Yes Sire." His subject answers.

"When are they to land?" He continues.

"In less then an hour, they will touch Sicilian grounds sir."

"And our men, are they ready attack as instructed?" He inquires once more.

"Off course Sire." He assures him. Although he has known him since they were in Kindergarten, his authority and respect has always been take of a king and his subject.

It was never more than that. Although over time, the King has viewed his subject as his confidante, even a close friend.

"Just to impose Sire, I know it's rather out of line for me to ask, but why are we attacking people we know nothing of, nor people who have crossed us, nor done anything to upset you my King?" The man inquires.

"They have crossed us." The king snarled.

"You mean, they have done something to His Majesty that wasn't pleasing to him which was worthy of such a brutal death?" The man is rather confused as he has never known of the people he is asked to end.

"I mean to say," the king smiles, "He messed with a friend, of a friend of a family member." He stands up of his throne table, and pours himself some whiskey.

"Who is the family friend may I ask?" The man pushes his buttons once more in hope to know why he is risking his life, but before he is about to answer, a man, a fairly young man wearing a brown three-piece suit with a black turtle neck, coupled with black loafers enters.

His hair is jet black, and styled in meticulous charming way. The subject instantly recognizes the young man.

"It's you." He mutters, shock written all over his face.

"Off course it's me uncle. Who else could it be?" He smiles, taking of his blazer and places it on the couch and bows before the King.

The subject looks at his King and the man smiles.

"Like I said Simon, I'm just helping a friend's of a friend's family member."

"Thank you Sire." Simon slightly bows.

He looks at the young man who had just entered the room and asks, "Why them?"

And the young man replies, "Why not?"

Before the subject snaps at the young man continues, "I'm only joking dear uncle. Let's just say, I'm paying off an old favor."

"How old?" The subject asks.

"About," the young man looks around, "Let's just say about my age type of old." He finally takes a seat and looks at the King and his subject and asks, "So, are you guys ready to make it rain?" He smiles, finally able to fulfill wishes his parents couldn't.

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My people.

This girl that goes missing time and time again is back. Like she's back back. Like from the dead back.

So as y'all know, I work and I work. And let's just say, I'm in two departments at work, and I get home tired. Like drained out, there is nothing left to operate tired.

And well, it's been a minute since I've updated, but I have a newfound balance between my corporate work and my creative work. So now that is there, I hope to make at least two updates a week.

I hope that is good.

I love you as an author and thank you for staying.