His Queen (18+)

Chapter L

THE ABANDONED

Switch lanes on a one-way route
Switchblade make your blood pour out

Make it rain in a drought

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CHAPTER L

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WEEKS HAD GONE by and there was still no word or sight of Mateo. Two weeks had gone by and I hadn't set eyes on my child. Fourteen whole days and I still had no idea of the whereabouts of my baby.

I felt like I was losing my mind.

Every passing day, I teetered closer and closer tto the edge of an undescribably steep cliff of which I had no idea where it would lead me if I went tumbling down it. Each day I passed without knowing anything about him, without knowing whether or not he had eaten or slept but being certain that he was absolutely screaming for me, the pain in my chest grew more and more intense. I felt like ripping my hair out of my scalp. The worst part was I could do little about. I was so lost.

All everyone wanted me to do was sit down and wait around, but I didn't know what I was waiting for. There was absolutely nothing to wait for. I knew exactly who had my child and I knew what to do about it, but nobody would let me go and I didn't understand why. Every day, Daniel, Pablo and Guillermo were going out with a field of men, trying to locate where they may be based at but whoever was backing Lola was extremely efficient so they were incredibly hard to find.

Sometimes they would bring me along, almost as bait to lure them out but nobody came for me those times. They knew they wanted me and me alone so why wouldn't Daniel just relent and give me to them? He didn't understand, but he'd be doing the whole three of us a favour. He would be with his son, Teo would be safe and I would be wherever I was knowing that they were both safe.

“Daniel!” I huffed as I followed him down the hallway, annoyed at him for walking away from me yet again whilst I was trying to talk to him. “Stop walking away from me.”

“I don't want to hear the bullshit that'll come out of your mouth,” he said making me get even more angry as I followed him into our bedroom.

“How is it bullshit when all I'm trying to do is find a way to get my son back?”

“You think I'm not doing the same thing?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me to which I only rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

“You're not doing a very good job of it,” I said, making him stand there in silence for a full minute and only giving me a stone cold glare, as if he was so shocked by my words that he couldn't even find anything to say back to me before he let a slow breath blow out from his lips and he very carefully made his way into the bathroom.

“Daniel—” I tried to call after him before he could slam the door in my face, but he only whipped around to glare at me, a cold look in his eyes before he yelled at me louder than I had ever heard him yell at anyone in my life.

“I won't give you to them for them to kill you off so stop fucking asking me to do it before I lock you in this house completely!” he said, his voice booming around the room and freezing me in my spot as I could only stare at him with wide, surprised eyes.

Before I could say anything back to him in response, he had fully stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving me to fall onto the floor in exhaustion as tears began to roll down my cheeks. I was so tired of all of this. We had been fighting for a couple days now and I realised that it was mainly me that was starting them but it was only because he was shutting me out of everything.