Flor

Gabriel.

ALEX
It's been 9 months. Nine months since Flor almost died. Since that motherfucker almost took her from me. It doesn't fucking matter that Gabriel never intended to kill her. His stupid ass men decided to try when they fucking fumbled their operation.

I waited. I let Victor deal with finding him. I knew he wouldn't come out alive if I put my hands on him. He had been hiding out. The last time he was even seen was when he fucking showed Flor the picture of that bitch on me.

I tense at the thought of him so close to Flor while I wasn't around. I fucking clench my jaw at the thought of him making Flor cry with his attempts at trying to prove I was a cheater.

Victor found him. He's in the building. Christian knows and he'll be here soon. Flor does not. I don't want her to know what I'm going to do before I do it. She'll know eventually.

I walk through the door of the building. Two guards standing at the door. I'm at Victor's place. He operates mostly everything from here. Brings hostages and main income in here.

"Morning Boss." The guards mutter. I'm pissed. I grunt. I can't wait to beat the shit out of the motherfucker who almost got the love of my life killed.

Killing the man who actually hurt her wasn't enough. Not if the man who sent him was still alive. I walk through the long elegant corridors of this fucking mansion.

The floors are waxed and the walls have intricate designs. Everything in creme and cherry wood colors. I find myself at the end of a corridor. Victor standing in front of a door.

"Mijo." He grumbles. He extends his arm out and pats on my back.
I nod my head before I head into the room.

I open the door. Gabriel is bloodied. His head limp and hanging down. He's tied to a chair. A man with a glock is in the corner standing watching him.

Gabriel doesn't look up when I enter. I feel my eyes flash red. I would kill him instantly but I don't want it to be fast. So far we've been successful in locating all rats. It doesn't seem Gabriel got too far into trying to steal from us.

Never fucking worked out well for anyone. There are too many people on our side. Matter of fact the reason we found out where he was after no luck was thanks to one of FBI agents.

She located him quickly using the FBI shit she had access to. She's an older woman. Sweet and I swear she should be retiring. I'll make sure to get her a house for her to live out the rest of the days for finding this piece of shit for me.

I walk closer to him.

He lifts his head up weakly. His eye purple. He smirks. "Oh well long time no see."

I don't change my expression. I'm not assumed by his attempt to play games. I reach for the glock in my waistband. I strike it across his face. He grunts in pain as the gun crashes against his cheek. "Fuck." He spits out. Blood dribbles from his cheek.

"You almost killed her." I spit.
His expression turns cloudy and with rage. "What are you talking about?" he spits. I kneel down so I'm closer to his face.

"Your fucking dumbass men working for you couldn't handle the heat and shot her trying to get away." My tone has venom in it. I feel nothing but fucking toxic venom in my veins as I recount this to him.

His eyebrows furrow in anger "No. You're fucking lying." He thrashed against the ties holding him back. "I never fucking told them to hurt her." he bellows.

"Yeah. well they fucking did." I spit. I throw my fist into his face. Once. Twice. Three. Four. Five. I pull back. He exclaims in pain each time. My chest is heaving. My eyes are locked on him.

His eyes are barely visible. Already swollen and purple. I could kill him with my bare fucking hands.
"I fucking loved her more than you ever could." he spits out. This fucking infuriates me. No. Bitches that fucking hurt her can't keep claiming to love her.

My Flor doesn't deserve to be told that's love.

"She was fucking bleeding out in my hands because of you." I sneer. "I want to see you bleed out now too."

"She doesn't fucking love you. She loves me. That's why I fucked her. I took her virginity not Skyler." He spits. My body is overcome with fury.

I throw my body at him knocking him over in the chair. I dig my fucking foot into his side. I kick. He grunts and screams out. "You fucking bitch. She wasn't that good anyway. You can fucking have her." He grits his teeth in pain.

I stop thrashing my foot at him. He lays on the floor. His body heaving. Blood pooling on the ground. I laugh. I feel a smile form on my lips as I kneel next to him.

"Everybody knows you never got her. And you never will. You don't know how good she feels. And you never will." I whisper. I taunt him. He's obsessed. He's a fucking psychopath. He thrashes his body yelling in anger.

"That's why she's going to fucking leave you for cheating. I got Madeline on my side. She does what I tell her and she'll back me up." He spits through gritted teeth. My blood boils.

He fucking set that shit up. That's how he got the fucking picture. He fucking told Madeline to do that. All so he could try to trick Flor.

I snort. "It doesn't matter what you to do to try decieve her. We've been together for almost a year now... She's having my kid." I sneer. I smile at him mentioning the last part. As I see every ounce of snottiness burn away from his eyes.

"AGHH." He thrashes one last time hard again unsuccessfully. I throw my foot into his face. Blood spewing everywhere.

"I'm fucking done with you." I smirk down at him.

I walk out back out of the door. My adrenaline pumping my heart beat beating in my throat. I don't need to kill him to win. But he'll be dead either way.

Christian walks up to me. His jaw clenched. A gun in his hand. He looks at me and I nod.

I sit outside thinking. How Gabriel almost took away the only fucking thing I cared about. Now he'll be no more.

A few moments later I hear a thud. No more thrashing. No more yelling.

I breathe out. Good. The tenseness in my shoulders loosen. Christian walks out of the room. Blood splattered on his shirt. He looks at me. His eyes confirming it. He's dead.

Victor's people walk into the room shortly after to take care of everything else.

And I go home to the mother of my child.