Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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"Going somewhere?" I asked, leaning against the wall and blocking his path with a curious expression. Mike looked up, clearly surprised to see me outside his apartment.
After our encounter with the guy who kicked our asses, I couldn't shake the feeling that he looked familiar. The image of him kept replaying in my mind. I wondered if Mike was experiencing the same. He might have recognized something in the guy too, something that triggered the same sense of familiarity.
Mike had been in this game long enough to trust his instincts, and if he felt the same way I did, it could mean we were onto something significant. Perhaps he had some idea of who the man could be or at least had a gut feeling about it.
That's why I found myself here, outside his apartment, hoping to pick his brain and see if we could piece together our fragmented memories. Mike's opinion had always been invaluable, and I was sure that if we put our heads together, we might uncover a lead. Despite knowing that I shouldn't be getting involved in this—especially considering my supposed vacation and the time I should be spending on self-care—I couldn't let it go.
"Maia." He gives me a smile. "Yeah, I'm heading to Callie's basketball game." He answered my question, but not before putting his Prada sunglasses on.
Callie is Captain Howard's daughter, she's so sweet and beautiful, but just like her grandpa, she wasn't born to play sports. Though it would be very funny to see the captain screaming at her about how she should play,.
"In that case, let's go together," I suggested, gesturing for him to head toward the exit. "It's been years since I've seen her play." He nodded in agreement and walked alongside me.
He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the doors of his luxury car. "Is everything okay, Maia? I bet you're not here just to see Cap getting into pre-menopause," he said with a grin.
We climbed into the car as he starts it, and I let out a deep breath.
"It's funny to see him like that, though," I replied, sharing a brief smile that quickly faded. "I'm fine, it's just..." I glanced out the window, watching the people walk by, laughing and enjoying themselves. Turning back to him, I continued. "You know, all this stuff that's been happening got me thinking."
He gave me a quick glance while driving through the streets. "Is this happening because of me?" I asked quietly.
"What?"
I exhaled slowly. "What I'm saying is, this didn't just happen overnight. I think this guy has years of hatred built up inside him." I paused, gathering my thoughts. "What if it's because of what happened in Cuba?" He remained silent; his eyes fixed on the road. "I saw his eyes, Mike." I added softly.
