Caught In The Act.

Opening Thoughts - This one is mercifully short, because I knew all to well of the torture I must have put you all through by that monster chapter before this. I'm sorry, and Enjoy!

Kay Bennett paced back and forth around Bianca's apartment, determined to wear out a hole through her carpets as she did such. At moments her blue eyes would glance over at Bianca who sat her eyes following the woman's trailing with her brow perpetually risen, her arms crossed just as her legs.

"I don't want to here it Bianca!" Kay roared putting up her hand in abrupt defence, as she glared directly at the woman who said nothing as much as a word. " I don't want to here another I told you so, from you of all people."

"Well you're going to here it from someone, and personally I'd like that person to be me." Bianca's saucy tone, made Kay stop completely. " I told you so Kay. I told you Charity was seeing someone, and I'm very glad that someone is Miguel." She stood from where she sat, letting her calm voice continue the avowal. "I knew those two were going to hook up, I mean you could practically see the heat. Ooh, I wonder if he's as good as he looks." She ended letting her lust become the best of her, as she smiled.

The brunette tilted her head in unreserved disbelief, her lips forming into a disdainful frown while waving her hand across her friend's face shaking her out of a daze. "I can't believe you Bianca, I'm here worrying about my own cousin's safety and all you can think about is whether or not this guy is a good lay. Way to go," She clapped her hands sardonically, while walking past her.

"Honey, Charity doesn't need us. At least when it comes to her life, because I'm sure I could point out a whole lot of other things she'd need our help on , okay!? -"

"This isn't a damn joke!" She hissed now glowering "This is real, Bianca, I'm surprised you've seemed to have all up and forgotten about that all of a sudden."

"Everyone has a past Kay," Bianca responded.

"Well, fortunately our pasts aren't as extravagant as Miguel's I'm sure."

"I'm sure he's told her already."

"Do you honestly think that Charity would actually stay after that? I don't think so."

Now it was Bianca's turn to shake her head in incredulity, as she narrowed her eyes to her stubborn friend. " Maybe it's time you take a good look out of your picture perfect world Katharine, because aside from your precious boy toy, Fox, there are actual good men out there."

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In the weeks that past leaving the wreckage of the holidays behind, the same solstice that had taken her away gave her back. They hadn't spoken of the events that past the last night they were together, her resolved it was for the best. Although deeper inside he was angry. Angry, for letting himself get so candid about something such as a meaningful love. Angry, for letting stupor whispers of pleasure over come him…only to be refused.

Even so the continuous smile, that could only truly appear when he was in her attendance, appeared in a broad fashion as their hands intertwined , both partaking in a stir which caused aromatic scents to emanate through the kitchen. The touch of silken skin upon each other collectively with the nearness not letting an inch of separation get in between.

"You seem quiet," Miguel stated as Charity set herself free from him walking around her kitchen to find something , his brow continuing to arch higher as he watched and awaited. "My cooking expertise, not to your liking?" He kidded, resting the top on a bubbling over pot.

"No," She laughed. "Actually, if that tastes as good as it looks I just might have to keep you around for awhile."

"I won't complain." He added. "But that's not what's bugging you." Miguel finished, his visage expressing a unique look known to well by Charity. One, as if boastfully showing that he knew her much more than she'd ever know herself.

"Do you, ever grow tired of keeping this…" She paused in her statements incompletely letting her hands unsuccessfully finished the sentence, as his arch brow sustained. "Because, Katharine and Bianca are much like family to me, now don't get me wrong, I've really really enjoyed not having the both horde into my personal dealings…" She began her words fading as she circled Miguel in contemplation. "But then again, I'm really sick and tired of having to dodge glances every time we think someone we know is watching."

He nodded receptively amused by her unremitting ramblings as she stopped. "Then we'll tell them," He replied incredulously, as if the answer to all problems as he leaned forward to capture her lips.

"Or we could stay incognito for awhile longer, I am a big fan of procrastination." She contemplated playfully avoiding his kiss.

"Or we could do that." He said, leaning in once more as the sound of the phone ringing rang through the house. Charity retreated to the noise, her eyebrows furrowed in wonder as she answered.

"Hello?"

"Well, well, well. What a surprise Charity you're actually home. I'd thought you'd be off at another pottery session."

"Kay!?" She called out in high decibel, as Miguel's attention drew to her. "Hi, what's going on? Planning to come over?" Charity questioned , hoping the answers would centre themselves somewhere around no.

"You'd like that wouldn't you." She snapped nonchalantly. "No, I was just over at Bianca's and we were both wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime, maybe tomorrow."

"Yeah, of course …see you then." Charity went promptly, commencing to hang up the phone went Kay's barging voice of protest shun through.

"Sure - oh and don't forget to invite that fetching instructor of yours. I must admit he's quite a ketch, love you." And with that Katharine's voice was gone, leaving Charity at the other end of the receiver with the after results of being found out. She turned to Miguel her expression sour and pouty as her eyes met with his.

"I guess, we'll be having that first date of ours sooner than we've expected."

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Ricardo's hand slid across his steering wheel as his car took on the darkened road. His deepened eyes searched the area, as his destination came into more clear sight.

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?

He really saw no kind of purpose in hiding in the gallows like this when every part of him wanting to let his reign vengeance begin, each part of his yearning caused him to search more profoundly in the matter so much so that in the confinement of his own car he started to question his very own judgments to his purpose. Was going through all of this really worth it?

Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?

Ricardo was livid at the very thought that a man belonging to a family as powerful as his once was, had know lead him to hide in the murk of the night, avoidance glances of familiarities. While his foes, basked in the glorious light of the sun. He remembered the days when a family too weak and feeble as the very Lopez - Fitzgerald got all of the glooming praise. When his family, with all the money and power in the world, obtained all the unforgiving scandal and demise. It didn't seem to ring any sense to him.

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to die?

Maybe his purpose all lied within, a life that was taken too long before it's time. Days had passed and he'd cursed the god's for taking the only cherished thing he possessed away from his life, his mother. Her leaving opened his eyes further to the world putting a new bitter meaning to the one she'd already instilled. He'd promised Consuella Lopez, revenge and revenge is what she would have, the sweetest of it's kind.

Closing Thoughts - Liked it? The song I used for the end was Dying To Live by Tupac & The Notorious B.I.G. I've always believed in giving my villains a purpose, and not having them be evil for convenience and this song had helped me do that. Yes, Consuella and Pilar are related and I do know that Pilar already has a sister but I thought I'd fix some family history by adding the black sheep of the Lopez's to the mix ( Aunt Maria seemed too nice.) I do plan to use Maria in the following chapter's as well so I haven't completely changed everything. Thanks, and Review dammit! just kidding. Latz.