Mr & Mrs Montero

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Montero's POV

After a solid two hours of fun and pure bliss, it reminded me of some fun times back in the day, when I was Don.

Killing, torturing, blood, and guts, it was good whilst it lasted, but now, it didn't feel the same.

Something was missing, something was odd about it, but I don't let it linger for long.

Alina -well, Alita, as I suspected, was polluted by her dear sister. Her version of the story was colorful indeed. It was nothing of what was, and well, let's just say she ended up dying for nothing.

She wasn't connected to the black stallions and the Mexican Cartel. So one down, two more to go.

I didn't want to have another patch of enemies that will come back to hunt me down in another sixteen years. I won't be strong enough to fight them off this time.

I am getting old for this.

Johnathan has bought me another set of clothes from the house as I was looking bloody and that is not the way I would want my kids to see me.

My father's men help out with the removal of the body and the cleaning, and I head back to the house and go for a bath before I go see my kids.

My mom's room where we are sleeping has an ensuite bathroom and I take a bath. Whilst still removing Alita's blood, my wife enters the bathroom. I stand still, not sure how to react.

"You can continue," she mumbles.

My body relaxes, and I continue to bathe.

"Should I know what happened in that warehouse?" she asks as she walks and seats on top of the toilet seat.

"Do you want to know?" that question was indeed a dangerous one to ask because I don't know how she will take my answer. After all, I know that whatever she asks, I will tell her the truth and nothing but the truth.

"I don't know," she sighs. "I feel like it will confirm the worst of what I am thinking, and if that were true, I don't know what to tell the kids," she says.

I close the shower tap, and I open the shower door so I can look at her.

"Truth or lies?" I ask.

"Truth," she whispers, looking away, as I know she doesn't want to hear the truth, but she wants to hear it.

"Alita is dead," I mutter.

"Alita?" she looks back at me.

"Yes, that is her real name." I come out of the bathtub and I wrap a towel around my waist.

She tilts her head in confusion.

"Alita knew a very colorful story than what had happened. Maria lied to her, didn't tell her that Liam kidnapped you, whilst working with Steffano," I help her up, "And she didn't tell her that they almost killed you and all," she stops, and I mutter, "Sorry,"

She nods her head and she continues to walk out as I lead her out of the bathroom.

"So what do we tell the kids?" she whispers, as she knows that the walls of the door are not soundproof like our home.

"The truth..." I mutter.

She looks at me blinking her eyes.

"Half-truth?" I mutter skeptical.

She seats down on the bed and folds her arms. I kneel in front of her and I start.

"Look, Alita had to go, and that was final. But the kids may not understand that and I don't know how they will react. I didn't think that far, I just never did, and I don't know what to tell them." I truthfully enunciate to her.