sorry for the wait...no internet at where we are staying at so I had to wait till I was at my sisters to upload it, hope you enjoy it and pray I can afford to get internet soon, I can only use data on my phone and I'm limited on that and I have to share with 4 other people so yeah...

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"He tried to do WHAT!?"

Imelda roared like a mighty tigress, her chocolate colored eyes seemed to turn red from the fury that boiled inside her, she knew Ernesto to be a pompus moron with no sense, but a cold-blooded murderer? Who would try to kill his childhood friend in cold blood? Over something as simple as wanting to return home to his family?

That was something that she would not allow to go unpunished! that piece of trash would learn the hard way what happened when you messed with her husband!

"We will go to the police right this instant, so they can hunt down that swine and lock him in a cage where he belongs!" Imelda exclaimed before she marched inside to fetch their daughter or at least find her brothers so they could watch her,only for a chilled hand to wrap around her warm one.

"Let's just ..relax for a while...I don't think I could give a proper statement right now..." Héctor said, feeling his exaustion start to return after his sudden burst of energy.

Imelda did see her amore looked like death warmed over, the ugly bruise around his neck, drooping eyes and messy clothing all supported the fact that he had not had much, if any, sleep or relaxation, and his hand felt like she was touching a corpse.

Imelda felt the anger deflate out of her like air from a balloon, but the disgust at Ernesto and the desire to see him behind bars remained, but she could wait a couple hours, give Coco,husband and herself, all a chance to come to terms with this knowlage and to re-connect after being apart for so long.

"Well, alright, but we will be going to the police as soon as you are rested and have some proper food in you" she used her no-nonsense tone that everyone who had met her knew not to argue with,since she would not budge on that matter.

"Deal" Héctor said

It never failed to surprise him how his wifes voice could simutaniously fill him with more happiness and warmth then any song ever could, and be terrifying.

But she was right

He slowly slipped his hand from hers, a bit hesitant to let go of the warmth she radiated that seemed to wash over him like a soft blanket, but he had to let her get ready, and he needed a second to rest in a proper bed and to also tidy himself up for their journey to report what had happened.

He would need the energy and the time to reflect

Héctor sighed as he reached his and Imelda's room, glad to be home and to have at least a couple hours to perhaps be finally be able to absorb fully what happened the previous night, besides if Ernesto appeared soon, Imelda would not be caught unaware of what he was capable of and he could make sure his once friend did not hurt her or their daughter.

The thought of what horrible demise he might have for them sent a cold chill all the way to his marrow, he would not let that happen.

"Papa! Papa!" came a little voice and the sound of tiny footsteps rushing towards his location filled his ears and he felt his heart warm and stood up to open the bedroom door walking past a mirror, and stopped, he looked horrid, if Coco saw him like this...it would scare her.

Héctor quickly buttoned up his shirt as high as it would go and even pushed up his coat collar to cover the bruise and smoothed out his uniform to at least look somewhat presentable, and not a moment too soon before the door burst open and he was knocked onto his behind by a pink blur that settled onto his chest for snuggles, which he was more then happy to give.

The musician curled around his daughters petite body in a tight hug making her giggle, she was still so small and tiny hands reached for his face to pat at it with chubby digits as if to make sure he was real and not some sadistic dream as he did the same petting her head not wanting to wake up if it was, but this was real, he was here, and Imelda was here, and their little girl was here.

And it was going to stay that way, no matter what his ex-best friend tried to do, they would stop him and make sure he never hurt anyone again, not them or anyone.

Ernesto was on a mission

Once he had recovered from Héctor smashing his toes, he had chased after him, but the little weasel had managed to jump into the train before he could grab him or find something to throw at his head to stop him.

He should have closed that door, keep his ex-friend from noticing that little brat so he would just take the poison, yes he now had the songbook and the gutiar, but if Héctor ratted him out, none of that would matter, his entire life, and the reputation he had built up to that point would be dashed to peices!

No

He would make sure Héctor did not so much as BREATH a word of what happened, and if he he had told his wench and their spawn of what happened, well, just two more loose ends to tie up.

He refused to lose all that he had obtained!

The enterance to Santa Cecilia made him feel ill, such a dusty and old-fashioned disgrace of a town, nothing about it was special or unique, to him the sand coated atrocity should be burned to the ground were it would not assult any decent persons sight ever again

hmmm...burned...


That was an idea

Sorry it's so short...but this was all I had for this chapter, but hopefully the next chappie will have some more meat to it.