Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 20

Isabella arrived at the training ground with her brother Edson. Being a familiar face, she was granted permission by the coach to join the boys in the gym for their workout session. Today was designated as workout day, hence the reason for their presence. Isabella diligently performed her sit-ups until she decided to take a break, sitting up and grabbing her water bottle for a refreshing sip.

"Me das agua, Isa?" Edson asked, realizing he had forgotten his water bottle.

"Claro, ten," she replied, handing him her bottle. Edson took a long swig of water, grateful for his sister's generosity. He then settled down next to Isa, striking up a conversation.

"¿Cómo va todo con Santiago?" he inquired.

"Todo va bien, poco a poco nos vamos llevando mejor," she responded.

"Qué bien," he remarked. They fell into a comfortable silence until Edson proposed a challenge.

"El que aguante a hacer más abdominales gana 100 pesos y el que pierda hace de comer," he suggested. Isa eagerly accepted, getting into position as Edson began the countdown.

The siblings engaged in their exercise, occasionally sharing laughs as they pushed themselves to the limit. They were nearing 100 sit-ups when Edson conceded defeat.

"Ya me cansé, Isa," he admitted, taking another swig of her water.

"Te toca hacer la comida," she teased with a smile. Edson couldn't help but be impressed by Isa's endurance, especially as she continued her workout even after he had stopped.

He counted 300 sit-ups until Isa finally paused, leaving him astonished.

"Damn, Isa. Since when can you hold that much?" he exclaimed.

"Es que yo sí estoy fuerte," she quipped playfully.

"En serio?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Si, de hecho, aguanto más que tú en todo," she laughed.

"Quieres probarlo?" he challenged.

"Estoy bien ahora, al rato podemos ver quién se echa más vueltas en el campo," she suggested. Edson nodded in agreement as they resumed their conversation about sibling stuff.

Soon, their friends Ozziel, Kevin, Santiago, Chucky, Jorge, Diego, and Sebastian approached them.

"¿Qué opinan de ir al club?" Jorge proposed.

"Jalo!" everyone agreed, except for one.

"Isa, ¿tú vas a ir?" Ozziel inquired.

"Sí, me hace falta salir," she replied with a smile.

After a grueling practice session, Isabella and Edson returned home, tired but satisfied with their workout. Isabella wasted no time and headed straight for the shower, relishing the feeling of the warm water washing away the sweat and fatigue of the day. Once refreshed, she took some time to relax before getting ready for their night out.

As the time approached, Isabella began to prepare herself, choosing a sleek black dress that accentuated her curves perfectly. With her outfit selected, she and Edson hopped into the car and made their way to the club.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by the rest of the boys, and they wasted no time in immersing themselves in the lively atmosphere of the club. The pulsating music filled the air as they danced and vibed together, letting loose and enjoying the night.

"Shot, shot, shot, shot," chanted the group as Edson downed a whole bottle of Mezcal. Isabella couldn't help but chuckle to herself, wondering who would be sober enough to drive them home.

As Isabella sipped on a shot of vodka, Sebastian struck up a conversation with her, asking about her life and catching up. However, their conversation was soon interrupted as the doors of the club swung open, revealing some players from the USA national team, including Miazga, Edson's opponent.

Diego immediately warned them to leave, but it was too late. Miazga swaggered over to their table, his cocky demeanor evident as he addressed them.

"Well, well, well. I guess y'all can never escape from me," he said with a smirk. Isabella tried to ignore him as Edson had instructed, but her resolve faltered when he approached her and grabbed her chin.

"You look like a good dessert," he leered. Edson intervened, defending his sister with a stern tone, but Miazga only taunted them further.

Isabella stood her ground, refusing to let Miazga intimidate her. "Leave me alone, don't disturb my peace" she said. Santiago stepped in to support her, urging Miazga to leave her alone. Eventually, Miazga relented and left with his friends.

"Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" Edson asked Isabella, his voice tinged with concern.

"I'm fine, Edson, he didn't do anything," she reassured him with a smile. Sebastian handed her a napkin, pointing out the lipstick smudge on her cheek.

Isabella cleaned herself up and took another shot, unaware that Miazga's eyes were still fixed on her, plotting his next move.

As Edson and Diego made their way to the bar to grab some drinks for the group, the atmosphere at the club took a tense turn. Suddenly, Miazga appeared, his presence casting a shadow over the jovial mood.

"Your sister is so hot, you should let me have her for a night," he remarked, holding a drink in his hand.

"What the fuck, dude? I'm not giving you any shit," Edson replied angrily. Miazga chuckled, his demeanor smug as he issued a thinly veiled threat.

"We'll see, Alvarez," he said before sauntering away. Edson's jaw clenched in frustration as he rejoined the group at the table.

Taking a seat next to Isa, Edson warned her to be cautious around Miazga, sensing that he was up to no good. Despite his warning, Isa couldn't shake off a feeling of unease as she observed Miazga's lingering gaze from across the room.

As the night wore on and the club began to empty out, the group settled around the big circular table, engaging in casual conversation. "Edson, voy al baño" she said. "Ten cuidado" Edson replied. When Isa excused herself to go to the restroom, she was unaware of the unsettling encounter that awaited her.

Upon opening the restroom door to leave, Isa was met with the unwelcome sight of Miazga seated at a nearby table, his eyes locked on her as he winked suggestively.

"¿Que pedo?" Isa said to herself. She walked toward the table the team was sitting at and took a seat next to Edson.

"Parece que tienes a alguien enamorado," Santiago teased with a laugh as Isa returned to the table, trying to brush off the discomfort.

"Nah, está feito," she replied, joining in the laughter. However, her unease only grew when a waiter approached with a drink, indicating that it was from the table next to theirs – Miazga's table.

Isa thanked the waiter and turned to see Miazga's smug expression, a glass of whisky in front of her.

"You should know I don't like whisky," she stated firmly, refusing to be intimidated. Miazga scoffed, his teammates struggling to contain their amusement.

With the glass of whisky sitting untouched on the table, Isa was determined to not drink it. Sensing her discomfort, Kevin stepped in.

"Isa, si no te lo vas a tomar me lo das?" Kevin asked while pointing at the glass sitting on the table. Isa nodded, relieved, and pushed the glass toward him. Kevin seized the opportunity to make a statement, chugging the whisky while locking eyes with Miazga and offering a sly wink. Which caused Miazga to look away.

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