Your Wife

Chapter 6

One week later.

I had worked as a spy on both sides for a week now. I told lies about the Snakes to the Rosa mafia and spoke truths about the Rose mafia to the Snakes. It was obvious whose side I was on.

Derek loved me. He loves the fact that I stayed loyal to him. We became like best friend. Like dad and daughter. But I couldn't tell him. Not yet.

One week later

I stepped into the Rosa mafia's hotel. It was chaos. People were speeding out of the hotel screaming and then I heard them.

Gunshots.

I sped upstairs to the Rosa mafia's floor and blood lined the walls. It was trashed and I could still hear screams. I ran into the Master room.

Alejandro stood in the middle holding a gun to an unafraid Marco's head.

My mother and half-brother were in a corner, mortified.

"Alejandro!" I screamed.

"Milah?" He asked, almost lowing the gun.

"What the fuck is going on?" I yelled over the chaos.

"This is the last time Marco will ever mess with our lives again!" He yelled. I screamed for him to stop. But I was too late.

The gun went off and I turned my head but I could hear the screams. The blood and brains splattering on the wall. I don't know how long I sat there, but the next thing I knew I was being whisked away. I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see anything.

I was put into a car and I could tell how fast we were going. I still had my eyes closed, not wanting to live in this moment.

We had stopped.

"Milah, open your eyes." Alejandro's voice said. I couldn't. If i opened my eyes I would see him. The man who killed Marco point blank.

"Milah, please..." Alejandro begged. I did. Slowly. And I could see the bight sky and the bright stars and the crescent moon.

"Why, Ale?" I cried. Sobbed. I punched him in the shoulder, releasing my anger. He absorbed my hits, and I finally gave up.

"I can tell you on the boat. We're not safe here." Alejandro got out the car and led me out. I let myself be taken. We walked onto a small yacht and as soon as I stepped my feet on, it was off.

Alejandro left to go talk to the captain, his voice became muffled to me. I went to the front of the ship and looked ahead, letting the wind and salty sea breeze sweep my hair. I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me.

"You look beautiful." A voice spoke behind me and I jumped. I turned around to see the most beautiful sight. I couldn't deny it. I couldn't deny him.

I just turned back around and Alejandro joined me. We stood in silence for a few moments until he spoke again.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. I shook my head and turned to him. He turned to me. He took my chin in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. I did the same. I was the one to close the space between us.

Our lips softly clashed against one another as we moved in perfect sync. His lips were soft and wanting. Mine were needing. The kiss began to get more passionate and Alejandro picked me up. He led me into the cabin.

I unbuttoned his shirt and he slipped my dress off. He kissed my bare collarbone and I grabbed his silky hair into my hands. He led me into the bed and laid me down. He was on top of me and I forgot of my trouble in those moments.

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I snuggled closer to Alejandro's naked body and he wrapped his arms around my bare back, nuzzling in my hair.

We lay in comforting silence for a while.

"He killed my mother." Alejandro said suddenly. I lifted my head to look at him but he was looking off into the distance.

"He fucked her then he killed her." He said viciously.

"I'm so sorry, Ale." I whispered. He shook his head and looked down at me.

"He wasn't a good man. He didn't deserve to be alive. I was doing us all a favor," he said quietly.

"My mother loved that man. And I made a blood pact with him. I'm sick with myself." A single tear escaped my eyes. Alejandro noticed it and wiped it away.

"Don't be. He was a manipulative el hijo de puta." He cursed in Spanish.

"Speaking of my mother, what happened to her?" I asked.

"She's safe, don't worry. My men have her on another ship. She'll be in the same place as us." He said calmly.

"Where is that?" I asked.

"Were going to Spain. Away from all the mess in Mexico." He said.

"Will we be peaceful there?" I asked, hopeful.

Alejandro didn't answer. I sat up and looked at him. He sat up too.

"Look, I want the best for you. I really do. And to do that, I have to go back into the gang business. My father is the boss of the Spanish Mafia in Spain—"

I cut him off. "What the fuck? I thought we were staying away from this shit, not going directly to it."

"I know, amor," Alejandro started.

"Don't amor me! I want my normal life back!" I took a robe and walked out. Since we were on a boat, I literally had nowhere to go. I sat on a bench at the front of the ship and did the only thing I could do.

Cry.

I didn't want this life.