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Luxury women part II

Barcelona 2014

REGINA'S POV

To get to your club you'll have to cross the sea and some land. You've been to it before. — he told me gently running his fingers through my bare arm. I can only stare at him with confusion waiting for more answers. Waiting for him to talk again. Waiting for him to tell me that what I'm fearing is only a missed guess. — you'll regognize the famous bridge you've crossed many times in your past.

I am frozen in place for the second time that day because of him.

It can't be truth — I say to myself. Trying to ease my mind.

Don't you dare — is what I would like to tell him but a faint "What do you mean?" Is what it really comes out from my mouth.

The Sapphire Club: Jewels of Passion is going to be in San Francisco, California — and those words possessed the damned power to make me feel like I will lose my consciousness anytime soon. He helds the power to make me weak and I hate it.

Suddenly I feel strong arms wrapped around my waist preventing me from falling to the floor.

I see Ricardo smiling at me. He loves the feeling of superiority. He loves to cause fear and enjoys it when it is written on our very eyes.

I try to concentrate on something else. Like on the soothing words that Raphael is gently whispering against my ear. But I'm too focused in gaining strenght to stand by myself and confront my boss that I can't understand a word he's telling me.

San Francisco, California 2014

ROBIN'S POV

With the little emotional strenght I had left I pushed my brain to do what I had to do.

I inserted my hand into my pocket and carefully got the blue velvet tiny box out of it. Holding onto the thing like if it was sacred.

I opened it and gasped when I saw it. And that gasp soon turned into a sob.

I took out my wedding ring and slowly savoring the moment I deposited it inside the bouquet of white roses.

Then I closed my eyes. Trying to capture the last images of her.

Sometimes it was easier to daydream oabout her but sometimes it was not.

Sometimes her face is blurry like I'm forgetting her. But how can forget such a beautiful creature like that?

That feisty and sometimes really sweet woman that I once was married to.

Suddenly all the pain gets unbearable so I turn around. And this time is not her who is running away like in most of my daydreams. This time it's me who's running.

A coward — that's how I feel like as I keep running not looking back.

I get out of the trance when I find myself at the altar of the church and I look into my fiancé's eyes.

I'm getting married. And it's not to the woman I so purely love. It's to the woman that has shown me support when the woman I love left me.

I'm sorry Regina. I'm sorry.

Barcelona 2014

REGINA'S POV

You know very well that I can't return to San Francisco — I told him starting to feel more anger that was building it's way through my body taking with it every inch of my being. I start to take the things I had at his office when I hear both, Raphael and Ricardo, trying to stop me from doing so.

Ricardo's hand was now holding my wrist not minding the redness that it will leave on me later.

Don't be afraid — he dared to tell me — you know that I will protect you at all costs and that I will be for you at anytime — he told me as Raphael tried to ease me.

But I can not be calmed down. My pulse is running wild and I know that Montenegro feels it as he holds onto my wrist tighter and tighter.

And I can't find myself minding that he notices I'm mad or even scared. I'm so angry that it doesn't matter.

Why did you make me an offer that you know I'll refuse?! — I ask him. The beast inside of me is showing.

Your son is there. Alive, my feisty one. — he tells me and I feel like fainting. — your son is alive in San Francisco. — he spoke again a smile on his face. White teeth reflecting the sunlight that entered his office. Golden tooth shinning.

I stand there with my heart in my hand, hoping deep down that there's truth to find behind those wicked words of his.

MY SON DIED RICARDO! — I yell at him. Rage winning over. — MY CHILD DIED WHEN IT WAS RIPPED AWAY FROM ME! — I yell again. Tears streaming down my face like a damned rainy day on a winter night. Not caring at all whom would it hurt. Or the damages that it'll cause.

Your child was born with no complications. He was a healthy little boy, my jewel — he said to me trying to give me comfort with words I didn't allow myself to believe at that very moment. But those words were too painful and almost beautifully forbidden that my heart didn't ask me to open to the smallest possibility of finding him again. — he's there where I'm sending you. He was taken away from you and then given to another person.

N-no that can not be — I told him when my brain surpassed the strong desire of those fantasies coming true. — THAT CAN NOT BE TRUTH! why are you telling me this? WHY?!

Because it is truth and I want to help you, my most cherished jewel. — he tells me. And all I can think about is that I so dearly wish that those words were truthful ones. — I've been investigating those men that abducted you, tried to kill you and then took your newborn child. And I'm most deffinetly not going to allow those imbeciles to get out without the consequences. And you — he added looking at my only friend — are going with her. And you take good care of her. You'll die for her if it is necessary. Are we clear?

Yes sir — I heard him said.

Somewhere in the United States of America 2014

PARK'S POV

Sit down — the boss told us all that were on the meeting.

And we obeyed because the guy was a fucking cold hearted murderer and he had a gun. But on the other hand if business is what he came to told us about everyone here is obviously interested.

The house was located on the poor zone of a hidden location an it was small and cozy.

Ugh I hated it with every piece of my heart. — I think -to myself, that's clear-

That's where I lived, slept, and fucked some whores. Unluckily -for others- the walls from the inside of the house were thin and the sluts I was able to get were loud, man. But at least I'm a little bit more considered with my family because it would be a little rude for me to fuck a lady when my mom's sleeping on the same room I slept in, or when my son was around.

I'm not that type of parent. I love Henry.

Listen — our boss said with his strong and demanding voice directing it to me — Ricardo Montenegro doesn't trust his precious whores to everyone. It is your chance. Don't fuck it up. Because it's probably the only one we get from this fucker.

I feel insulted uncle Max — I told him happy to be part of this... How does uptown people call this again? Ahhh right. Arrangement or business. — you are speaking to the most capable of the fuckers that are breathing in this room right now.

Ya'll need more than that to do the job I'm putting you in bloody charge, fucker — he told me now pointing me with the gun. I would have confronted him, but my mother entered the room. — the shitty and lucky fucker of Ricardo and I are making business. Real business.

Didn't I tell you guys? — I say proudly starting up from the poorly looking sofa I was sitting on — I thought it was very fucked up that Montenegro had so much coins only because of the expensive and "classy" whore services?

That dog — I hear one of my partners mutter as I walk to where my mom was.

Hello mom — I tell her when I am close enough for her to hear well enough. — how are you? Why the fucking large face?

Be careful Maxi — she tells my boss getting away of my embrace. — Ricardo Montenegro is a lot more than a shitty classy old dog. He's the devil himself.

You should be proud of your son — my boss tells her and kisses her roughly and sensually right there like he was ready to bang her on the broken counter. — or not my baby momma?

Yes daddy — it's all she answers.

The Sapphire Club — he tells me when he grows me some keys that I easily grab — that's gonna be you house, fucker. For at least a year. So make momma's baby daddy proud.

Barcelona 2014

REGINA'S POV

I can't return to San Francisco — I tell Ricardo. — Robin can't know that I survived.

I'm not going to let the bastard of your husband touch you. Not even the thinnest hair — he told me moving his hand through my hair. He loved it. He told me that so many times that I lost count. He grabbed my chin and moved my face so i can find myself looking directly at him — you are going to go to San Francisco and you are going to take the great position I gave you at the club. You are going to make me proud of the work I know you are very capable of doing and I'm going to find your son.

...

As fast as I could I arrived to the place I so hopeful called home.

That's one kind of a big lie now I can tell.

I tried so hard to transform the place into something I could feel loved in and I find it SO stupid now. So much time waisted. So much time trying it took for me to convince myself into something I do not really feel.

How can I have a home if I don't have love or anyone to share this so called home with?

My son. That's what I need now.

That's all I need and more than I ever wanted since that happened.

I had have so many nightmares about that day that my heart hadn't been aching that badly until now.

Now it was all vivid again.

Please! Please don't hurt me — I said to the man I was left with. I was crying and holding my pregnant belly. Trying to protect my son. It was so close to birthdate, but still stressful situations could do him wrong but there was no way to be calm when this hooded man that had a mask on was pointing at me with a gun in the middle of the Forest. — please! PLEASE! Don't do anything to me! Please! Please don't!

I was sent and paid to do this — he told me as I continued pleading — your husband is the one that wants you dead.

Ro-Robin? — I told him feeling as the contractions started.

And then nothing. He just shoots at me. Aiming at my head. And then pain and blood and more intense pain. Physical and psychological. But then I feel nothing.

That's when the darkness surrounds me. That's when it wins me oven completely. And that's when I deffinetly lost everything I ever had.

The pain feels so real, but it's only a blurry memory of a living nightmare. And I can't do anything at the moment but to give in and cry.

I cry for betrayal and I cry for my son.

My son. My baby boy. That's the only thing that matters.

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