Your Wife

Chapter 7

We arrived in Spain. It was a beautiful country, but I couldn't admire the beauty. I was locked into a mansion room, owned by Alejandro's father, Amir.

A knock sounded at my door and I opened it slowly.

A woman hugged me tightly and I realized it was my mother when she pulled away.

"Mom!" I exclaimed.

"I'm here baby." She hugged me again.

"Are you okay?" I said as I pulled away.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Marco...was a bad man. I had to realize that." She nodded and blinked back tears.

Just then, Alejandro walked in. My mom stood by my side.

"Good afternoon." He spoke. I nodded and my mother smiled kindly at him. I was still slightly mad at Ale, he kept me into this mafia mess, but he promised to keep me out of it.

"My father wants us to attend a dinner in Paris with him. We board the private jet in 3 hours." He turned around but I stopped him.

"Ale...wait." I looked at my mother and she took the hint. She left out and closed the doors behind her.

"I know you're protecting me and I'm grateful. But...I don't want to be apart of this. I want to go back to Toronto." I spoke all my truth to him. I liked Ale, a lot. But I couldn't risk my life anymore.

He looked at me for a second. His eyes were sad.

"I know what you said back in Mexico City. I should respect your space. But, I really like you, Milah. Please, attend this dinner and then decide." He begged me and I couldn't resist his puppy eyes.

"Okay," I surrendered and stood on my tip toes to kiss him on the lips. He returned it and let me get ready.

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The Eiffel Tower at night was the most glorious sight. The restaurant was directly across from it. Alejandro led me to the balcony where his father was already waiting. I wore a flowing black dress and Alejandro wore a black and white tux.

His father was a distinct man with a graying mustache and black and gray hair. He sat up when we arrived and hugged his son and shook my hand and shook my mothers hand. He gestured us to sit and we did.

"I'm glad I can finally meet the woman who captured my son's heart," he spoke happily in a raspy voice. I giggled and Alejandro rolled his eyes.

"My name is Amir. You must be Milah. And you are Lucía." He said to my mother she nodded politely.

"Milah, my son has voiced his concerns with me about my work." Amir said. I nodded.

"Well, let me assure you, the Spanish Mafia is strictly military work. Perfectly legal, even funded by the government." He smiled at me. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Really?" I said, intrigued.

"Yes. My son is a commander and he busted the worst and best narco in Mexico. I advised him not to say anything to you until I had met you formally."

I smiled at Alejandro, relieved that what he was doing was perfectly legal. He smiled back at me and I knew I was safe with him.

We spent the rest of the night talking about Alejandro's childhood and about our lives. For once in my life, I can say that was one of the best nights I ever had.

The night had ended and Alejandro led us back to a hotel in Paris, the trip home would take too long, he told me.

I stood out on the balcony, looking at the Eiffel Tower in all its glory. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and warmness spread through me.

This moment was bliss. Oh how that would change.