This chapter will contain swearing and parts in Spanish. I have written it so the Spanish aren't essential to reading, but if you should like to know the translation, I will comment it at the end of the chapter.
Carlos turned in on the driveway. Anita had taste. Their house was beautiful. He parked up and went to go knock on the door, but stopped as he heard banging coming from the back of his car. He frowned before remembering that Armando had put Aarav in the boot back at the warehouse. He laughed and shook his head. He'd completely forgotten about that. He'd leave him to Anita. After breaking Maria's leg, Anita would probably be a far worse fate than he ever would be. Carlos knocked the big lion knocker and took a step back and waited.
"Si Carlos te envió, ¡puedes irte a la mierda!" And that was Anita. He grinned shaking his head at her sharp tongue.
"Tis the one and only Carlos, my dear Anita, Maria wants to see you. So can you get tu lo siento culo down here now!"
Anita opened the door.
"Where's Maria you gilipollas?!" Carlos sighed,
"I don't have time for this Anita. Maria is already in a safe house and it would do you well if you followed too. Neither of you is safe here. Besides the man who took Maria like that is in the boot. He ignored my direct orders to pick you both up and instead rather brutally abducted Maria and would've done the same to you. If you want at him, you have to come with me. Anything you need, I'll get for you once we're there." Anita considered. She needed to be with Maria.
"Fine." She scowled, she grabbed her coat and pulled the door shut behind her. Carlos opened one of the back seat doors for her, and she grudgingly got in.
"How far away is it?" Carlos looked at her, knowing she wasn't going to like what he said next.
"Two and a half hours." He replied biting back another grin. Anita slumped back and groaned.
"Seriously? Just great."
9172 seconds later.
Carlos opened the door and picked up Anita. She had crashed out a while ago. He smirked. He had photos of her sleeping now. As he walked into the living room, one of the first things he noticed was Maria sleeping on the chaise. Her leg had a huge cast wrapped around it. He gently laid Anita on an armchair next to his daughter.
"Mi bellezas," He murmured. He ached to have a constant role in their lives. But he knew he couldn't. Disappearing into the kitchen, he held back tears of regret. Maria had been right. If he hadn't been a part of their lives then, then why now? He swore to himself to then, to do anything to protect them. He would sacrifice his life infinite times over to keep them safe. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and went up to the bathroom to take a shower.
When Anita woke up, she was taken aback to find herself in a nice enough living room. Looking around her, she saw Maria sleeping on one of the couches. The cast on her leg looked awful. She sighed. No one was going to get forgiven for this any time soon. Standing up, she looked around for a bathroom, so she could clean herself up.
She found a bathroom easily enough, she glanced at herself in the mirror, god, when did that happen. She'd gotten old. She didn't look that bad for her age she supposed. Next to no wrinkles graced her face with their presence, and her body was still in it's prime, but she felt old. Her eyes showed her age, when you looked into them, you could see a lifetime of worry and exhaustion. She went to go back downstairs and cook something for Maria when she spotted a second door. Her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door which led into a bedroom, where Carlos was getting dressed. He was wearing nothing but a pair of pants as she walked in.
"Anita. Did you want something?" He said picking up a pair of jeans. Anita flushed.
"I was just um, wondering where the door went, that's all." She stuttered.
"Well, you know now." He said smirking at her bright red face. "Unless there was something else?" He approached her, leaning down to kiss. Anita moaned at herself. She wasn't supposed to be making out with him! Fuck it. It felt good.
Translations:
"Si Carlos te envió, ¡puedes irte a la mierda!" - If Carlos sent you, you can very well fuck off!
"So can you get tu lo siento culo down here now!" - So you can get your sorry ass down here now!
"Where's Maria you gilipollas?!" - Where's Maria you arsehole?!
"Mi bellezas," - My beauties
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