Cris's POV:
Once we arrived the same woman who had taken Natalia and Santiago, approached me quietly and asked if I would allow Junior to watch a movie with the other children of the family.
I looked over at him in question realizing he was already leaving with the woman.
I sighed and walked further into the place, walking until I found Isa, Sergio, and Pilar in a corner, speaking in hushed tones, their bodies tense as they did.
James approached me silently and placed a cup in my hand before patting my shoulder and heading to talk to one of Pilar and Isa's single cousins.
Frowning down at the cup full of a dark tinted drink, I noticed that many of our teammates were also present. I debated on whether or not to approach them before Sergio suddenly lifted his and inclined his head to the side, silently asking for me to help him.
I sighed, and slowly made my way over to them, wondering why they were all tense.
"Cris." He sighed, standing up to give me a half-armed hug.
"Ha pasado algo?" I asked, after greeting all of them. (Has something happened?)
"No, no pasó nada. Ahora, déjenme sola."
Isa replied, tensely. (No, nothing happened. Now, leave me alone.)
Her lower lip began to tremble, and pretty ocean blue-green eyes began to get glassy.
"Por supuesto que ha pasado algo." Pilar said, tiredly. (Of course, something has happened.)
"¿Que pasó?" I asked, as I sat down in the vacated seat next to Isa, as my worried gaze met her glassy-eyed one. (What happened?)
The world disappeared around us for a moment before I heard someone clear the throat forcefully and kick my leg lightly.
I winced, feeling my face heat up before I turned to look at whoever had cleared their throat. "Yes?" I asked, quietly.
Sergio bit his lip before jotting his head in Isa's direction.
I looked over at Isa frowning in confusion before my eyes caught a flash of white. As my eyes flicked down to Isa's lap, I realized that was what Sergio was indicating.
Her hands. They were wrapped in white bandages.
What in the hell happened to her hands? She was fine when I last saw her.
"Como paso?" I asked, strangely calm, as I stood up, feeling something begin to brew inside me. (How did it happen?)
I could feel my entire body begin to bubble as I tensed, squashing the sudden need to pace.
"La encontré golpeando la pared después de que salió al patio trasero para tomar un poco de aire, después de que todos llegamos a casa." Sergio explained, looking at her concerned. (I found her punching the wall after she went out into the backyard to get some air, after we all got home.)
My jaw dropped in disbelief as I listened to his explanation before my eyes flickered to Isa, who now had a drink in one of her bandaged hands.
My mind rushed to form some sort of response, however, as I opened my mouth to reply, we all heard the distinct voice of Pilar Fernandez, Isa and Pilar's mother begin to yell at Isa's ex husband, Edward Masen.
"Oh, por Dios… ¿Por qué ha regresado?" Isa gasped, suddenly moving closer to me. (Oh my god… Why is he back?)
"¿Qué diablos estás haciendo aquí, maldito gilipollas?!" She thundered. (What the hell are you doing here you fucking asshole?!)
"He venido a disculparme con usted y su familia por lo que pasó antes, solo estaba allí para darles mis condolencias, no era mi intención causar tanto alboroto. Por favor perdóneme." He said, in a thick Italian accent. (I have come to apologize to you and your family for what happened earlier, I was only there to give my condolences, I didn't mean to cause such a ruckus. Please forgive me.)
Of course, this bloke decided to show up here to cause more problems. Selfish bastard.
We all quickly made our way over to where Ms. Pilar stood with her sister, to see what we could do to avoid any more problems. Only to be surprised by the sharp slap that resounded through the entire room.
"No necesito escuchar tus pésimas disculpas. No me devolverán lo que he perdido. Así que vete y no vuelvas. Porque no te queremos aquí." She said, firmly. (I don't need to hear your lousy apologies. They won't give me back what I have lost. So, leave and don't come back. Because we don't want you here.)
"Entiendo que te he lastimado, lo siento." He replied again. (I understand that I have hurt you, I am sorry.)
"De qué me sirve tu disculpa? ¿Me devolverán a mi marido? ¿O el tiempo que perdí sin mis nietos y mi hija por tu culpa? ¿Me quitará el dolor que usted y su familia me han causado? Dime qué gano con tus disculpas. ¿De qué te sirve estar aquí pidiéndome disculpas si no has causado nada más que daño a mi y a mi familia." She asked, as tears began to slip down her face. (What good is your apology to me? Will they give me my husband back? Or the time I wasted without my grandchildren and my daughter because of you? Will it take away the pain that you and your family have caused me? Tell me what I get from your apologies. What's the use of being here apologizing if you haven't caused anything but harm to me and my family.)
He stared at her, tensely, jaw tight. Wordlessly.
"¿Qué te ocurre? Te has quedado sin palabras? Acaso finalmente entendiste que tu y tu familia han hecho demasiado daño?" She asked, giving him a mirthless smile as she wiped her face. (What's happening to you? You've run out of words? Did you finally understand that you and your family have done too much damage?)
"No, me doy cuenta de que mis acciones los han lastimado a todos, y me disculpo, pero solo estaba aquí para hablar con su hija. No vine a causar más apuros. Solo hablar." He replied as he turned to look at Isa. (No, I realize that my actions have hurt you all, and I apologize, but I was only here to talk to your daughter. I did not come to cause more trouble. Just talk.)
We all turned to see Isa vehemently shake her head in response before moving closer to me.
"Avrei dovuto sapere che avresti deciso di essere difficile con questo." He groaned. (I should have known you would decide to be difficult with this.)
"Ti ho già detto che se vuoi parlarmi, chiama il mio avvocato. A parte questo non ho niente da dirti, a parte tenere la tua cagna al guinzaglio stretto." Isa replied, coolly. (I already told you that if you wish to speak to me, to call my lawyer. Other than that I have nothing to say to you, besides to keep your bitch on a tight leash.)
"Sei difficile a causa di questo stronzo?" He asked as his eyes flickered to me angrily. ( Are you being difficult because of this asshole?)
"L'unico stronzo qui sei tu, e lui non ha niente a che fare con questo, quindi per favore lascialo in pace." She replied firmly, as she moved away from me. (The only asshole here is you, and he has nothing to do with this, so please leave him alone.)
Ms. Pilar glared at Masen before turning to look at Isa, "Dejalo que siga hablando, Isa, el solo se hunde más con sus mentiras." She said before turning to look back at Masen. "Creo que le dije que se fuera, Sr. Masen. No te lo volveré a decir. Si sigues insistiendo en acosar a mi hija y a sus hijos, la próxima vez que hablemos será a través de nuestros abogados." She said firmly. (Let him keep talking, Isa, he just sinks deeper with his lies./ I believe I told you to leave, Mr. Masen. I will not tell you again. If you continue insisting on harassing my daughter and her children, the next time we speak will be via our lawyers.)
"Bien, pero esto no ha terminado. Tendrás noticias de mis abogados." Masen replied, angrily. (Fine, bit this is not over. You will be hearing from my lawyers.)
We heard him mutter 'Bitch' under his breath.
Did he just call someone's mother that awful term? What kind of asshole does that? In the repasts of her husband no less. This dude has some serious mental issues.
I did not think twice before rushing towards him and pulling my fist back to connect with his face.
He in return tried to hit my face only for him to miss, nicking my shoulder instead.
I heard a gasp, as the fight broke out but I was too far gone in my anger to pay attention to anything else.
Everything was red.
… my anger didn't cease until I saw blood.
The feeling had taken me by surprise so much that when everything was said and done, I was left with feeling dazed and confused.
A/N:
Thank you for reading. Up next is the aftermath.