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Chapter 4

For the first time in a while, Franco was beginning to feel incredibly unsure about Rosario. He loves that woman, but then he thought about his brothers and what they would say when he tells them he's been with her and why he is home so early.

He sighed, thinking back on what had happened between the two of them. Especially when her so-called manager stormed in on them.

"So you're working as a construction worker?" asked Rosario, tying the front of her pink bathrobe while walking over to Franco, who ate in contentment at her kitchen counter.

"Yeah." he responded, hoping this news would please her.

Much to his dismay, she didn't seem pleased.

"Franco, I know there's no shame in working and it's good to have a job.." she said, taking a seat in front of him, "but I can't imagine you working like that, my love."

"I never thought I would end up with that job either." Franco confessed. His ego was slightly bruised.

"Are your brothers forcing you to do it? Didn't you say that you had a bakery?"

"Yes, we have it, but we're going to lose it because of this current job." He told her, desperate to gratify Rosario. "But it's been closed for days."

Rosario crossed her arms and sat back in her chair, unimpressed.

"So you earn more money as a construction worker?" she questioned.

Franco sighed and stood up from the kitchen counter. He may love her, but he can't understand what else he can do to make her happy. She complained to him so much about her financial needs to support her apartment and that she's the type of woman that enjoys luxuries. He even promised her that he can help her and be all she wanted to reach that luxurious life she desperately craves.

"Look…" he started to say as he paced in front of her, "We don't know the actual pay, but we're gaining trouble."

Rosario got up and walked over to him to console him.

"I keep telling you to stop listening to your brothers. They keep cutting your hopes and you won't be able to do anything you please."

Franco agreed with her.

"I know. That's why I'm thinking about my future now, and getting a better job, and making more money. A lot of money."

He wraps his arms around Rosario's waist.

"And it'll be all for you." he tells her, looking longingly into her eyes. Rosario smiles and caresses his sandy brown locks with her fingers.

As soon as her fingers grazes his cheeks, her eyes switch from tender to a serious gaze.

"The day you are rich…" she says, stroking the young man's chiseled cheeks, "You won't share it with me, Franco."

Franco's brows furrowed in confusion. What does she mean by that?

"You'll share it with a girl far better than me. Someone without a dark past. Someone you can love without being afraid."

"I love you more than you could ever imagine, Rosario." Franco said, with all the love embedded in his voice.

Rosario sighed and withdrew herself from his embrace.

"No, Franco."

She starts walking away from him. Franco scratches his forehead and turns to see where she was going. Rosario exhales again and sits herself back on her chair.

"That's not true. You don't love me. You only have a crush. I'm no good for you."

Hurt by her words, Franco still keeps trying to convince her. He tries not to think about the last time they spoke. He winced when she referred to their relationship as only friendship.

"You can't be with me. Will you finally accept me even if I'm rich?" he asked, his blue eyes glossing with sadness.

Rosario turned to look at him. He felt so pitiful in her eyes.

"If you were rich, it'd be different. But you aren't."

Ouch.

Franco felt like someone had punched the wind out of him. Straight in the chest.

Rosario still hasn't finished speaking.

"When you are rich, you'll be the one who won't want to be with me."

Franco remorsefully looked down at his weathered brown boots, hiding the tears forming in his eyes. Rosario felt his sadness and instantly felt bad.

"Oh, Franco…" she cooed, standing once more from her chair to embrace him again. "Don't be sad. Please don't act this way."

She forced him to look at her. She rubbed his forearms when she saw his torn expression. She then cradled his face in her hands.

"I swear I've never met a man as special as you." she told him, still caressing him with tender care. "If things were different, I'd be lucky to have a love like yours."

They stared longingly at each other for a brief moment and then she kissed him passionately on his lips. She pulled away only to tell him that she didn't want to fall in love.

"It wouldn't be good for the two of us."

With those final words, the door opens. Rosario pulls away from the distraught young man to see that her manager from the Alcala bar, Armando, was staring in jealous curiosity at her and Franco.

"I'm sorry, Rosario." Armando says, hatred bubbling within him when he sees Franco. "I thought you were alone."

Rosario looked petrified. She turns her attention from Armando to Franco, who seemed just as shocked as she was.

"My friend was just leaving." she muttered more to Armando than to Franco. "I'll talk to you another time, Franco."

Friend. Of course, he was just her friend.

Franco glares at Rosario in immense disbelief and leaves her apartment. He swore he felt Armando slam the door after him.

Much to his surprise, Franco managed to get home in peace, without his brothers badgering him. Oscar and Juan were sound asleep when he saw them. He figured it could've been from the day's hard work at the ranch. He didn't think much about it and decided that he too should get some needed sleep himself.

From what had happened between him and Rosario, Franco couldn't fall into a deep slumber like his brothers. It really bothered him. He tossed and turned in his bed, which was a few meters away from his two older brothers. He then realized sleep couldn't take him, so instead he just laid on his back thinking about Rosario and her manager.

Oscar woke up from hearing his little brother rustling in his bed. He cares about Franco and knew what exactly was bothering him. Out of concern, Oscar crept off his bed and stalked over to Franco, without waking up the eldest brother, Juan, who was sleeping so profoundly.

"Franco, my man…" whispered Oscar, noticing the hint of sadness in his little brother's eyes. He sat on the small dresser beside Franco's bed. "If you keep thinking about that woman and seeing her every night, you'll get nowhere. Okay?"

Franco listened and then turned on his stomach.

"You need to be more concerned about our business."

"I don't know what exactly is our business." responded Franco grumpily.

"That's because you don't pay attention. You have that big head in the clouds, thinking about that damn bar singer. Come back down to earth, Franco. You think she's mad about you?"

Franco remained silent. His eyes staring into the distance as his brother kept reprimanding him.

"You think she's suffering over you like you are to her?"

Franco looked up at his brother. He was gutted at the disappointment seeping from his brother's hazel eyes.

"You're worthless to her." Oscar said, getting up from the dresser. "Worthless."

Oscar went back to his own bed, hoping that he spoke some sense into his little brother.

Franco tossed on his side, trying to accept Oscar's words. Could he be right? Was he worthless to Rosario?

He sighed as he thought about that beautiful woman. In no less than a few minutes, Franco finally succumbed to sleep.

The day after, the three brothers start off their morning with little breakfast before heading to work at the Elizondo Ranch. Once they arrived at the ranch, Juan stayed so he could continue what they've started while Oscar and Franco drove to a nearby store for more supplies. Franco was in a terrible and silent mood.

"Franco, don't think I don't know what you're going through." started Oscar, driving away from the store. "But there are times in life where you have to put aside your personal issues and do what you have to do."

"Right..." laughed Franco sarcastically, "to get revenge."

"In this case, it is!"

"Right."

There was a moment of silence. Franco's eye glazed over and became pensive. Oscar noticed and broke the silence.

"You're still thinking about Rosario Montes." he spat. "She's using you!"

"I don't want to talk about it, Oscar." said Franco, getting slightly irritated with his brother.

"Yeah, just bottle everything up! Come on, just admit it! Why can't you admit that you're heartbroken?"

Franco stayed silent. He had no comeback. It was the truth. He is in fact heartbroken. Rosario didn't want him as much as he wanted her. Last night proved it.

"There's nothing worse than falling in love with a broad that doesn't belong to anyone." Oscar said with anger. "Because everyone has her!"

Franco whipped his head back to glare at his brother.

"Hey!" shouts Franco, his anger spiking by his Oscar's vulgarity.

Both brothers finally arrived at the Elizondo Ranch, where they joined their eldest brother with the construction of the cottage. The three of them began to get weary, sweaty, and even hungry, just when one of the Elizondo sisters walked over to them. Franco noticed it was the bland one, Sarita. His mood got even worse when she finally approached them.

"Gentlemen, will you come to the kitchen?" she asked, her gaze a little softer than any of them had ever seen.

Franco sat with his shovel, analyzing the cold little woman in front of them. So he and his brothers are gentlemen now? He mustered the strength to not laugh in her face.

"What for, miss?" responded Juan.

Sarita looked at him as if he had six heads.

"So you can rest and eat something." she responded. "You're working a lot and you need to eat."

Franco smirked when he noticed her cold eyes sneak a peek at Juan's bare chest. This woman is something else.

"While you work here, I promise I'll make sure you three will have what you need."

Juan began to put his black tank on. Without another word, Sarita turned on her heel and began to walk back to the stables. Oscar winked at Juan who argued that Sarita was just trying to be nice. Franco continued watching her leave and something stirred inside him when he noticed just how plump and firm her ass looked in her long brown skirt. Perhaps, she's not as bland as she appears...but she still didn't sit right with him.

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