Hello again, readers! I don't have much to say, but don't be upset with me if I write insults. Remember, Sara and Franco started off with hate and I am so happy to explore that part of their budding romance! I love angst! Sexy :)

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Chapter 3

From what he thought could lighten up his mood, all Rosario did was make it worse. With his own eyes and her own words, Rosario has the financial support of wealthy older gentlemen. But who is he to judge? He barely supports himself as poor as he is, so he cannot judge her. All he can do is support her decisions and love her for all she's worth, but it is she who keeps pulling and pushing him away when all he wants is to be with her.

"Franco!" called a desperate Rosario, when she sees him walking away to gather his shirt after she tended the blows he received from one of her jealous clients.

He responds with silence. She sighs and is saddened by his pained expression.

"I'm not a decent woman," she confesses to him, "I'm not a good woman. I take advantage of men. But please, Franco. I don't want to lose your friendship."

Friendship. Just friendship.

He sighs in lamentation and embraces her. She melts in his arms and softly cries in his shoulder.

"You won't lose it." He tells her as he caresses. "I promise."

Franco thought about the night before while he walked back home. He dreaded home. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear anything his brothers had to say about his relationship with Rosario. Both of his brothers disliked that woman because all she ever brings is trouble, and with the loss of their sister, and the plot to get back at the Elizondos, things are getting worse. He securely buttoned his shirt to hide any new bruises he'd received from the bar.

As soon as he entered the front door, he swore under his breath when he heard his brother Juan's booming steps coming for him.

"I can't take it anymore, Franco!" shouted Juan. Franco dodged his older brother's gigantic frame and walked right past him. Oscar appeared and sided with Juan. Franco swore under his breath and continued to walk to their bakery.

"Listen to me!" continued Juan, still trailing after his younger brother. "You are done seeing that bitch, you hear me? You better start caring about our business!"

Franco finally stops walking and faces his brothers.

"I refuse to take part in that ridiculous plan of yours!" he yelled, infuriating Juan even more, causing him to grab his youngest brother by the collar of his denim jacket.

"This is a matter of honor!" argues Juan, furiously shaking Franco into understanding. "Somebody must pay for Libia!"

Equally furious, Franco yanks himself away from his brother's grasps.

"But not in that way, Juan!" he shouts. "You can not take the law into your own hands? Understand that! It's wrong! Especially buying into every word Eva told us!"

"Eva is helping us." Oscar clarified, standing behind Juan while he glared at Franco.

"Eva is resentful, Oscar." says Franco, frustrated on trying to get his point across. "She clearly wants to have revenge of her own against her masters. Why else did she take us in? Why else is she on our side? We're fucking strangers!"

"I couldn't care less if she's on our side!" yells Juan, slamming his hands on the table where he tends the flour for bread. "All that matters is that she's in."

Franco scoffs and walks around his brothers in immense frustration.

He says, "Then explain to me? What are we going to do? Are we going to break into the Elizondo mansion and wipe them all out? Enlighten me! That's a crime, Juan!"

Juan and Oscar simply stared at their younger brother in disbelief. All three swore on the Libia's grave to put an end on who has hurt her, and this asshole is backing out?

Franco continues, "Let's leave this tragedy behind us. Let's just be at peace!"

Juan had enough of Franco's little tantrum. He crossed over to Franco and grabbed the front of his jacket like he did before and shook him up violently.

"Listen to me, coward." he hissed. "If you don't give a damn about the promise we've made to our sister, then get the hell out of here. You can forget that we're brothers anymore. You hear me? Get out!"

With those last words, Juan hauls Franco on the table. Franco is horrified at both his brothers and swore to them that he'll never set foot on the Elizondo Ranch.

Or so he thought...

The three brothers were on their way to the Elizondo Ranch. Two were quiet, minus Juan who kept them entertained with how they were going to work as construction workers to get closer to the widow who's truly responsible for Libia's death.

Finally for what seemed like hours, the brothers arrived. With plans in hand, the three step out of the truck and glance over at the mansion with repulsion. Within minutes of their arrival, the front door opens and Eva comes out worried and anxious.

She approaches the brothers, who eye her suspiciously.

"Good morning, ma'm." greeted Juan.

"I've been waiting for your arrival. I need you to speak to you in private." she says in a hushed tone.

"Of course."

"Follow me to the back, where the construction is supposed to start."

In that moment, Mr. Martin comes by in his wheelchair. Much to Franco's pleasure, he is accompanied by his two granddaughters, the bland one and the pretty doe-eyed one.

"Look who's back!" greeted Mr. Martin, his smile matching reaching his eyes.

"We were waiting for you!" exclaimed the pretty one, her smile brilliant as the twinkle in her eyes. "Are you going to start with the construction?"

The bland one rolled her eyes at her sister. Annoyed by her rudeness, Franco couldn't help but answer.

"Yes, of course."

The bland one scowled at him while her sister beamed with delight. Seriously, what is her problem? Franco eyed her up and down. Even how she dresses is bland compared to her sister, who actually embraces her feminine attributes. She reminds him of those strict nuns who would glower at children and rap their fingers with wooden rulers just for breathing. All she's missing is a religious habit and a rosary. She's all buttoned up from neck to navel. Completely tasteless, although he can see that her white blouse is a bit transparent, so he can make out the modest white bra hiding her non-existent breasts. Very tasteless indeed.

"Everything has been settled with the architect." lied Oscar. "We already had a meeting with him before coming here."

"Sounds good." said Mr. Martin while the bland one seemed unconvinced and the other granddaughter giggled prettily. "I guess the rest of the builders will join you soon."

"No, sir." affirmed Juan. "It's the three of us."

The bland one looked taken back.

"Just the three of you?" she retorted.

The three brothers took note of her horrible attitude.

"We need no one else to complete the work you clearly deserve." Juan answered with just a small amount of attitude to match the rude granddaughter.

Franco tried to hide the smirk as he watched the bland one's face dissolve into a look of annoyance while the other just kept smiling. He honestly can't believe the three of the owners are related. Mr. Martin is so laid back like his doe-eyed granddaughter. Did they adopt the other one? Why can't she smile? Has she ever smiled in her miserable life?

"You'll have enough with the three of us." continued Juan. "Trust us."

In a matter of minutes, the three owners and Eva gave the brothers a tour of where the cottage will be built. All the while they walked, Oscar and Juan talked about the plans for the cottage. Meanwhile, Franco studied the two granddaughters walking in front of him. The bland one, which he learned, is called Sarita, stood by her grandfather's side, often helping him in case he had a problem with his wheelchair. At least there's some form of love in her. Jimena, the doe-eyed one stayed at her sister's side while giggling as she observed him and his brothers. Franco couldn't understand how these two could possibly be sisters. They are so different, and he imagined what the third would be like? Could she be as friendly as Jimena, or as mean as Sarita.

They all came to a halt when Mr. Martin wheeled around in his chair to face the three men. Sarita and Jimena hurried over to their grandfather.

"How long will the construction take?" Mr. Martin asked after taking a puff from his pipe.

"We don't know for sure, but I will say three to four months." answered Juan and made sure his brothers followed along.

Mr. Martin looked at him curiously.

"You could finish the job quickly if there were more of you. Why only three?"

"We work efficiently and make a good team." replied Oscar, earning a bigger smile from Jimena and a scowl from Sarita.

Franco so much wanted to tell that girl that if she doesn't smile, her face will remain unpleasant for the rest of her life. She was making him feel uneasy. He can't handle any woman that made me feel that way.

Mr. Martin only laughed and said, "You don't want to share the money, don't you? But no worries! My daughter Gabriela, has a lot of money to spend, don't even worry about it."

Sarita reprimands her grandfather and Franco deliberately wanted to choke her out. A damn killjoy, that one.

"It's not a big project." Franco couldn't help himself to say so he won't have to hear that girl's damn voice anymore. "We just didn't want to unsettle anyone with debt."

"They're right, grandpa." agreed Jimena, her eyes meeting Franco's blue ones. "With them is just enough."

Sarita gritted her teeth at her sister and glared at Franco, who quickly looked away. Must she be so cold?

"So where are the plans going to take place?" asked Mr. Martin.

"I have the blueprints here." answered Oscar as he tried to pull them out of his leather messenger bag.

"Nope!" affirmed the grandfather. "It is alright! I don't know anything about blueprints. As a military veteran I only know about weapons and orders."

Oscar quickly tried to put the blueprints back in his messenger bag.

"I would like to see it!" chimed in Jimena, her infectious smile causing her sister to look at her in disbelief.

"You don't know anything about construction!" shouted Mr. Martin, embarrassing Jimena. He then turned to Sarita. "Girls, go back inside the house! Go! Go! You're useless here!"

Jimena pouted and Sarita rolled her eyes at her flirtatious little sister. The two walked away together. Franco watched them leave, still wondering how on earth they were related. He quickly averted his eyes from Jimena's ass realizing he was still in the presence of their grandfather.

After Mr. Martin and his granddaughters left, Eva directed the three brothers on where they should start their labor. They each thanked her, grabbed their tools and began to work, without a clue on how to build a cottage, but hell… they'll improvise until the moment calls for the perfect revenge.

The three brothers completed their measurements for how they will form the cottage and began to shovel. Franco hated his brothers for this. This is too much for him. He can feel the sun pouring in on him, completely draining him out of energy. He noticed his brother Oscar becoming slightly distracted by the whispers and giggles from a few maids. Juan swore under his breath while Oscar set his eyes on whoever was spying on them in the balcony.

"Fucking hot.." muttered Oscar, taking his tank off and taking a swig of water.

Moments later, Juan began to take off his black tank and drenched his head and back with water. Franco didn't dare take anything off but simply wanted to do his bidding, leave the ranch, so he can be with Rosario. He heard Oscar chuckle to himself when he stopped shoveling to take hold of the wheelbarrow.

"What's so funny about working?" asked Franco, watching his brother pile up dirt on the wheelbarrow.

Oscar smirked at his younger brother and pointed at the balcony. Franco looked confused. There was no one there.

"Gave the sisters a good show." laughed Oscar. "You should've seen their faces. They were practically melting as we were working like dogs in heat."

"Who?"

"Who else are sisters here, dumbass?"

Franco was perplexed. He knew Jimena was practically drooling, but Sarita? He tried to picture that one without that eternal scowl. Franco looked around to see if the coast was clear.

"I know Jimena may have loved it, but Sarita?" frowned Franco. "That one is a feral beast. I don't know if that girl could even be in heat with all that attitude she has."

Oscar laughed but slyly responded and leaned towards his brother so no one else could hear him. "As rough as she is, she's still a woman, my Franco… you just have to know how to tame her."

Oscar winked at him and continued on with his work. Franco shook his head at his crazy brother and drove his shovel hard into the dirt. The shit Oscar says makes it hard to believe they're related.

All leading up to Oscar's seduction plan. Stay tuned! Thank you for reading!