Mr & Mrs Montero

46

Kalani's POV

I took a deep sigh, a breath I didn't know I was holding. Eva and Johnathan are safe.

I knew this was a bad idea, coming here, maybe we should have just gone to South Africa instead. Who am I kidding?

We would be defenseless in South Africa. No backup, no plan B, we would die before we even reach a safe place.

But the attack, is it someone who is with Maria, or is it the Mexican cartel, or the stallions?

It's hard to keep count when everyone just wants us dead. Is this the price I finally pay to let someone live? The price my family has to take?  I don't dwell on this now as I know what's done is done, and I don't wanna go back on what was.

"Are you guys okay?" I ask the team.

They look alert but scared at the same time, so all they do is nod, still looking around. 

Montero's phone ring again and he immediately answers.

"Give me some good news," he starts.

I can tell the person on the other side is his dad because he starts nodding continuously and I hope he is trying to remember the route he is being told.

Who am I kidding?

Montero's memory is the best there is. Not because I've heard of it, but I have witnessed this beforehand several times.

After the call ends, he starts typing the new route to Johnathan and sends it through.

"This route is protected by my father's people," He states. "They will be will be okay from now on." He smiles at me.

Everyone in the car starts to relax, the boys put their guns down, others start to hug each other, and the tension breaks.

"Mommy, can I seat with you?" Rumi cues.

"Me too mommy," Dakota adds. All I do is open my arms to them, and they start jumping over chairs to get to me and I can see the excitement and relief in their eyes. My children have been through a lot. But for now, we were safe and it's all I could want and hope for.

Afterward, the ride is quiet, and for a second I am content. The boys are trying to get Eawa to talk, and others are just looking out the window minding their things.

The ride to my father-in-law is around twenty-five minutes. Mr. Montero's house is situated on the outskirts of Sicily. As we were driving there, miles before we could even enter the main road towards his house, there are guards with guns so big I honestly didn't expect any less than this.

When we arrive, everyone has arrived before us and they are starting to get out of their respective cars.

Once the car stops, Montero opens the door and I get out and run to give Eva a tight hug.

"You scared me," I whisper, whilst she was wrapped around my tiny arms that could almost not get around her neck because of my belly.

"I know, I'm sorry," she whispers back.

There are some things that we don't joke about because we know they would never be funny. Like near-death of each other because we know how that could easily happen, especially on this side of the world.

One would think since we are so accustomed to these experiences, we would be okay with it, but no, we are not. We have children and husbands to take care off, and death, when it's not time, is the last thing that we can find funny on any occasion.

I pull away from her as my dad is standing next to her.

He opens his arms, and I gladly take his embrace. He still smells like him, and although we were separated for almost an hour, it felt like a lifetime trying to come to this side alive.

"Your silly plan worked," he comments.

"Yes Dad, it worked." I don't know when, but when I pulled away, tears were rolling down my face, and I immediately wiped them away before Montero could see them and blame my dad.

When I look around, Montero is standing next to his dad with Enzo standing next to him. I head towards them, and Mr. Montero is explaining the formation that has been set around the house for extra safety and exists in case of emergency.

"Can we have a briefing in half an hour?" I ask, interrupting them. They stop and all look at me.

"I mean, it's just that we're all tired, and well, it's been a long day of just trying to survive. Can we just have a moment to breathe and not talk about guns, formation, and survival, and just focus on having a meal and maybe sleep?"

This all came as a question instead of a command. I wasn't sure if Mr. Montero would agree, but he gives me the surprise of my life.

He comes towards me and pulls me into a tight hug. I am not sure how to respond, so I just stand there, my hands not willing to rise, and hug him back. Maybe it's because whenever I hear about him, my husband gets really mad at him and it makes me wonder what ever had to the both of them and the childhood my husband had to live.

And yes, we don't talk about his past so much because I know it's filled with blood and death, and although Montero wants to tell me almost every other time when we having serious conversations, I always run away from the topic.

Maybe it's because a part of me will then only see Montero as a murderer and I won't be able to undo that.

It's not like I don't know that he is a murderer, but I would like to believe that this time, he is killing to save his family. He is killing so we could be alive, and as much as I wanna believe that, a part of me knows it's partly a lie.

"It's good to have you home my daughter," His father speaks, bringing me back to the hug I still felt confused in.

"Come, we have much to discuss," before I could even agree, or disagree, he pulls inside the house and a part of me feels like he is the opposite of my husband's personality, noisy.

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