Parcae (BWWM) (Book #1 of the Falcone Series)

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B r i a n

"Tua's awake?" I asked Fletcher, pulling Antonella behind me as I followed him back to the house.

"Yeah, she was stirring a bit and then she started calling out Bambi's name over and over," he answered, pushing open the cabin's front door.

"What is going on Ren?" Antonella asked me, calling me by the nickname I once answered to.

"I'll explain in a moment Ant, just hold on a second," I frowned, seating her on the couch as I followed Fletcher upstairs. I could hear Antonella saying something in Spanish under her breath as I heard her steps behind me. The closer we got to Tua's room, the eerier the atmosphere seemed to become.

"Tua?" Fletcher spoke, but she didn't answer. When we reached her room, she was nowhere in sight.

"Shit," he swore aloud, turning around and sprinting down the stairs.

"Wait!" I called out. "How are we supposed to find her?"

"I don't know, but I need to look for her. She's just a little kid Uncle Brian. Anything could happen to her," he spoke, eyebrows furrowed as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Go look for her boy, I'll be right behind you," I sighed heavily, turning around to face an angry Antonella.

"Ay Ren what the hell is going on here?" she screamed, causing me to wince. I dragged her back into the cabin so that we wouldn't draw too much attention.

"You have to promise me you won't go ballistic on me Ant, promise me," I spoke in a hush tone, pulling her into the dining room and close to me. It caused me to notice how different she looked. She was still as gorgeous as ever, her caramel eyes still sparkled. She had gotten taller too, she and I were always the same height but now it seems as if she towers above me, it must be her heels.

"God you're still just as beautiful as the day I met you," I muttered aloud, causing her to blush.

"Stop being cute Ren and tell me what's happening to me. Why did those men beat up poor Vincent? He's just a boy! And why did those same men come into my home and scare my son by taking me like I was some criminal? They broke down the door and grabbed me while I was cooking dinner, making mi hijo cry. Thank god they let me call my mother to come and get him but dios mío Ren! My baby could've been in so much danger," she yelled, hitting me over and over on my arms. I was still caught up on the fact that she said she had a son, a child.

"Are you with someone?" I asked sadly, taking a hold of her swinging fists. Her face softened once the question left my mouth.

"That's not important right now, what's important is why I am here," she spoke softly, putting her hands on either side of my face and looking into my eyes, something she'd do when she desperately wanted my attention. I sighed and led her to the dining room table, pulling out the chair for her as she sat down.

"When I left eight years ago, I know I left without a trace," When I said this, a hard smack came down onto my cheek, its crack echoing around the room.

"You deserve more than that," she frowned, pulling the bottom of her shirt down and smoothing out her pants. 

"I guess I should have seen that coming," I grimaced, but not before feeling another smack on the opposite side of my face.

"That one was for good measure. I haven't heard from you in eight years besides birthday and anniversary cards that had no return address. You literally fell off of the face of the earth!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

I blinked a few times, taken a bit aback at the first slap (and honestly the second).

"If you'd refrain from slapping me, I could tell you," I answered her, very annoyed at her abuse towards me.