Falling for him is like jumping off a cliff,
My brain says it's a bad idea but my heart says I can fly.
I know I'm diving back into the fire by falling for him but I can't fight it.
Abigail is a beautiful intelligent young doctor who ran away from C...
"We're all heading out for drinks in town you coming?" Darren one of the guys I work with asked.
"Nah I'm good." I said shaking my head.
"Come on man we just pulled off a huge job let's go celebrate."
"Probably next time." I said looking at him as he strud his shoulders walking away.
I took a deep breath looking at the ocean, After months on the run I settled down in Cuba, I'm currently living with Darren my old friend from Mexico, we grew up in the same orphanage together in Mexico, well until I blew it up, He always said if it wasn't for me saving him from that Orphanage he wouldn't be where he is today. Darren now runs a drug trafficking ring in Cuba, I told him about my whole situation, Being a fugitive, wanted by the US police and I even told him about Abigail and her being taken by Dante.
Before I came to Cuba I went to Columbia to find Abigail myself but the time I took to get there they were long gone. Dante house and all his business was empty. So I came to Darren, he agreed to help me get her back but under one condition, I have to work with him. So I'm back to my old ways again, killing whoever is in his hit list. Darren said whenever I find her location that he and his men got my back. But I left out the part that she is held hostage by Dante, if Darren knows Dante is involved he will not help me because everybody is scared of Dante Garcia. But the other problem is that I have no idea where she is and how to start looking for her. I contemplated on calling Mike to ask for assistance but I decided not to, I don't want to get him involved and risk him and his family lives. I feel stuck and I fucking hate it.
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Abigail POV
After thinking a little I decided to go downstairs for dinner because if I didn't Dario would have to pay for it, The last time Dante shot all four tires in Dario's car and killed the girl Dario was seeing because he couldn't get me to eat.
I put on a black hoodie and sweatpants heading downstairs. I could hear the chattering of Dante and Dario as I approached the dining room, They both stop talking as I enter the room. I kept my head down walking to the table taking a seat.
"Well your all dressed up," Dante said with sarcasm in his voice.
"All she wear is black." Dario said.
"I chose my colors according to how I feel." I said still not looking at them.
"And what do black represent?" Dante asked.
"death, mourning, grief, depression, restraint of power and revenge." I said looking up gazing straight at Dante as he looked at me with a smirk on his face.
