Chapter 1

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Royce's POV

Hitting the ground and dislocating my shoulder wasn't my idea of a good morning. I was forced to pop it back into place and shouted when I did. I took a deep breath and then stood up. I looked around but didn't recognize anything. This wasn't Mexico anymore. I heard something falling and when I turned, another man hit the floor. He got up, cursing in Spanish. Both his guns were pointed at me. I held up my hand.

"Stop!"

"Hey fuck you!"

I slowly started to reach for the gun strapped to my leg.

"Calm down."

"Fuck you!"

Before either of us could do anything, another man hit the ground. He wasn't as lucky. I slowly looked up.

"Looks like his chute didn't open."

I looked at the body again. If he had survived he would be in excruciating pain. We looked at each other again before someone open fired on us. I ran and hid behind a fallen tree. The Mexican soon joined me and I looked over the tree a bit.

"Single shooter!"

"How do you know?"

I didn't answer. I made my way around and I saw the man shooting at us. I went up behind him and but the barrel of my gun to his head.

"Please stop doing that."

He slowly took his hands away from his gun.

"You're shooting at the wrong people." I said.

"How do I know?"

"Because otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation."

I took the gun away and he stood up. The Mexican caught up to me and looked at the new man. He was Russian, that much I knew from his accent.

"You want to show me the right ones?"

I felt a tingle up my spine. Something I hadn't felt in three years.

"Nikolai." He pat his chest. "I'm Nikolai."

I slowly nodded.

"What's the last thing you remember Nikolai?" I asked.

"I can remember the war, yeah, the fighting. I was part of the Chechnya, and then there was a light, a bright light and the then I woke up and I was-"

"Falling."

The Mexican nodded.

"Same thing. I was in Baja. Next thing I know I'm waking up and chingao."

I nodded.

"We need to find out-oof!"

"Hijo de puta chingao tu madre!" (I'm not translating this. All you need to know is that its really bad.)

I knew that voice! I flipped my attacker over and saw the reason for that tingling. I looked into the silver eyes of my former lover.

"Esperanza!?"

The Mexican knew her as well. She smashed her head against mine and I fell to the side. My head was throbbing and then I felt her gun at my head. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but pure hatred in hers.

"I missed."

"No you didn't." She lifted her shirt. "You got me."

Her gun was still to my head.

"You gonna shoot me honey?"

She pressed it harder and I grunted.

"I should. You did more than just betray me."

"You mean shooting you?"

"Not even close! You have no idea what you did. You took something away from both of us." she hissed.

"Then why don't you tell me." I growled.

Beneath all the anger, I saw the pain and sadness in her eyes.

"You wouldn't care. You're a heartless monster."

I wouldn't let her see how much her words hurt. Her gun was still against my head and she was still straddling me.

"If you're gonna shoot me…shoot me. I'd rather you do it, than someone or something else."

She stared at me, I could feel her hand shaking. I closed my eyes but she took the gun away. I opened my eyes and she got off me.

"It won't change what you did." she said.

She turned away from me and I got up.

"Esperanza…"

She held up her hand and she wouldn't look at me. The Mexican walked over and said something I couldn't understand. He put his hand on her shoulder. When she responded his eyes went wide and his brows went straight up. He looked at me.

"What?"

"You fucked up bad man."

I was so fucking confused.

Esperanza's POV

I couldn't kill him and I didn't know why. Royce had taken everything from me, he even tried to take my life. I was a fool to believe he really loved me. I toyed with the chain around my neck. I stopped and closed my eyes.

"I was pregnant."