The house the couple drove to was not at all what Owen was expecting. He knew Camerón and the family had moved to a much more spacious, comfy house. However, Owen genuinely thought that Sienna splashed out on the cash and bought them a mansion.

But, instead it was a nice semi-detached house, ideal for a small family. It was cute and subtle with a classic white picket fence. Owen was pleased with this choice, but it had also somewhat worried him. He knew Sienna - she wouldn't be caught dead in this particular house. What had changed? Why did she suddenly become so family-orientated, and that was just looking from the house!

He glanced at the girl with a curious look, was she still the same feisty, stubborn girl he loved all those years ago? She certainly seemed that way in the States. But, this wasn't America, this was Mexico. This place was really and truly where the real Sienna shone like a dazzling star. Was she present?

Owen wished that he hadn't asked Camerón to not mention Sienna in their calls. He wished he would've asked Camerón to tell him more than whether she was alive and okay. Owen couldn't wait to ask Camerón everything.

"Shall we?" Sienna suggested, nudging Owen with her elbow, shaking him away from his train of thought. They both exited the car and closed the door calmly. Sienna rushed ahead and grabbed Owen's hand. He missed that feeling of excitement and the unknown with Sienna; latching onto her hand, he felt the instant heat of her fingers as they enveloped. Walking ahead, she looked back at him and sent him a genuine smile full of mischief as they walked up to the red-bricked home. Immediately upon stepping on the doormat, the large wooden frame opened and revealed an excited Abuela.

"Owen" She sighed happily, grasping him into a suffocating hug, capable of knocking out even the strongest individuals

He gratefully returned the hug, relief flooded through him as he thought he would have to explain himself before he got any love or care.

From the corner of his eye, Owen saw Camerón rush down the stairs with his daughter in his arms.

"Be careful!" Owen overheard Sienna warn, but none of the men listened as they rushed into a soul-crushing hug with Carisa in the middle. Sienna quickly hustled in the middle and grabbed the girl before she suffocated from her father's bromance.

After what felt like a year but was only a few seconds, the men finally released themselves. Owen turned to Sienna and smiled brightly at the young girl sitting on her lap. Sienna watched intently as he extended his hand towards Carisa. The young girl showed Owen exactly who he was dealing with by putting her hand on her hip as she gave him a stealthy glare, not accepting his gesture of greeting.

"You really are Sienna's duplicate aren't you?" He commented, looking up at his lover with curious eyes. Sienna shrugged cheekily as she looked to her side and back, feigning confusion with Carisa's attitude.

Owen laughed, "Hi. You must be Carisa. I'm Owen" he greeted

Carisa burrowed her head in Sienna's chest, completely shy with the introduction of a new man.

"Carisa" Sienna began. "Owen is your daddy's friend"

"And her husband" Owen cheekily added. Sienna's eyes whipped up, completely taken aback with Owen's comment.

Sienna cocked her head to the side, "He wishes, Carisa"

"You two should get married" Abuela interjected. Sienna and Owen didn't find this comment unordinary, in fact, they used to get this every single day. Abuela was a proud catholic who always made sure her family and she attended church every Sunday. Car broken down? Too bad, get to church. Family emergency? Too bad, get to church. Broken leg? Too bad, get to church. In her eyes, as much as she loved Sienna and Owen - and she did - they were a living, breathing sin that needed to be repented by the act of marriage.

"Oh no, Owen. Here we go again" Sienna smirked while Owen shook his head.

"How much of a sin are we, Abuela?" Owen teased as he was trying to gain Carisa's attention. Owen tried many methods, but at that moment he was trying to grab her hands. Sienna watched on, laughing heavily at Carisa's reaction.

"Owen, don't test me. You know how I feel about your relationship" Abuela chastised while the couple paid no attention.

Suddenly in realisation, Owen looked up at Sienna. When did she even remotely like kids? She used to practically vomit every time she saw a child crying. She caught his gaze easily and watched as he raised his eyebrows. Immediately understanding what he was questioning, she answered; "She doesn't cry"

"Still, you've changed" Owen noted, eyes still locked with Sienna. First a white picket fence house, and now holding a child, much less loving it? Wow. Pigs must've begun to fly.

As if Camerón could read his best friends' mind, he quickly interjected the couples' intense gazing contest by roughly tapping Owen's arm.

"Believe me, this isn't even the half of it" Camerón sighed while Owen bore a concerned expression. Sienna wasn't even listening to them, she was too busy running after Carisa.

"Who even is she?" Owen rhetorically asked, crossing his arms as he looked on at Sienna clearly having the time of her life.

"I think she's Sienna's evil twin - like in the telenovelas" Camerón flippantly answered, also crossing his arms and watching Sienna.

Owen gave him a quick glare and barged Camerón's arm. "Don't be stupid"

"Alejandro's throwing you a welcome back party. We should start to make moves" Sienna appeared with her hair slightly ruffled as if it was tugged and her shirt slightly raised.

"Yes! Finally, a night out with my best friend!" Camerón sighed in delight while he slung his arm around Owen's shoulder, effectively pushing Sienna out of the way.

In the last 8 years, the local bar had a complete revolution. After years of hard-work and borderline slavery; Alejandro finally saved enough money (with a loan from Sienna) and forced the previous owner to give it up. Since then, Alejandro turned the place from a shabby, dive bar into a respected establishment. Mahogany shaded wooden floorboards, with a dark brown wall colour, along with finely furnished wooden, classy furniture. The place looked completely different. Sienna had actually helped Alejandro a lot with the place.

After purchasing the bar even with Sienna's help, Alejandro had virtually no cash. Alejandro couldn't afford renovators, so he would've had to do all the changes himself. His friends had suggested that he should just leave the place as it was and be happy with his investment; but he was incredibly adamant with what he wanted to do. So, he decided to do the renovations all by himself. One night, Sienna caught him on the walking on the street, pants full of paint and dirt with a ladder by his side. She offered to give him the money for the renovators but he outright refused, leaving Sienna no option but to complete all-nighters with the man to make sure the place was perfect.

Owen looked around in complete awe, he loved how the place looked. Alejandro walked over to the trio and saw Owen staring at every corner of his bar, utterly mesmerised. "Sienna helped me" Alejandro explained.

"The place looks… magnificent" Owen remarked as Alejandro brought him into a hug.

"Why thank you" Alejandro said, bowing down quickly to show his appreciation. Owen went behind Sienna and snaked his arms around her, causing butterflies to erupt within both of their stomachs.

"Nice job. It looks great" Owen complimented.

"I did all the heavy lifting" Sienna said, trying to brush off the compliment that was making her slightly blush.

"Come on" Alejandro ushered as they all walked over to the bar.

Owen glanced around again and saw many familiar faces. Some of the kids from the races suddenly became young men and women. He felt like he missed everything. He wasn't sure if he was feeling major FOMO or guilt for not staying.

"What do you guys want to drink?" Sienna asked as she followed Alejandro to the back of the bar. Owen watched as Alejandro confusedly glanced at Sienna who tried to act like a qualified bartender. She tried flipping bottles that she had no clue on what was actually inside them and she messed around with the till, pressing buttons she had no idea what they actually was for.

"Sienna, I want a rob roy" Camerón commanded. She froze in her tracks and looked to Alejandro for some aide. He refused to look at her as he carried on serving customers. She then looked at Owen for some support, who sighed in disappointment.

"You don't know what's in a rob roy?" Camerón asked disapprovingly.

"Shut up, you know I'm new to this bartending thing" Sienna lectured.

Alejandro then walked to her side and patted her back, "you're never going to get the hang of this"

Sienna rolled her eyes at his lack of faith.

"Okay baby, just get me a coke" Owen said, restoring faith into Sienna's wish in becoming a bartender. She smiled brightly and leaned over to Owen. Sienna stopped just in front of his face, their hot breaths teasing each other.

"A handsome customer with an easy order. You really are perfect, aren't you Owen?" Sienna gave Owen a quick peck on the cheek and searched the bar for a bottle of coke. She checked every nook and cranny and was genuinely positive that there wasn't any. Roughly tapping Alejandro's shoulder, he turned his head around to his side. "Hey, there's no coke"

Alejandro took exasperation to a whole other level, sighing extremely loudly while he dramatically stomped to the chiller which was right in the middle of the bar and took out a coke. He then thrusted it onto Sienna's chest and went back to making Camerón a rob roy.

"He's so moody" Sienna exclaimed as she handed the drink to Owen who gratefully accepted.

"Hey, Sienna. Can I get a champagne please?" Jose called out as he approached the bar. "Owen! Alejandro said you were back! How are you my friend?" As the men were greeting each other, Sienna turned around to face the cabinet where the champagne was kept. It was right at the top and the wooden piece of furniture looked like a mountain that was impossible to ever reach. Sienna stood on her tippy toes and looked up, her neck had started aching already from the stark height.

"Sienna, I wouldn't recommend what you're going to do" Owen warned with a fearful voice.

She whipped her head back, face full of determination. "I can do this"

"You're 5'2! You're going to break something!" Owen continued. She turned back around.

Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do it. It's only a few feet.

She did a couple of test jumps, she could barely see the label on the closest bottle but decided it would be champagne. Whether it was or wasn't, was not her problem. She would try her best and in her eyes she would succeed. Jose could contest whether it was actually champagne later, for now, she had a mission to complete.

Bending her knees, she got into a ski jump position , bracing herself, she leaped up into the sky and swiped the bottle without too much damage. Turning around in triumph, she handed the bottle to Jose who was rather interested in the cabinet she just got the champagne from.

"Sienna. Come here" Owen commanded as he also looked at the cabinet. It had started to shake, just like an earthquake. The bottles were swaying violently side to side as Owen grasped Sienna's hand and pulled her away from the back of the bar and deep into his chest.

Alejandro knew the drill already, this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. He looked at the corner of the bar as he exited it and ushered a couple of people with his fingers. Putting his hands calmly inside his pockets, he watched the bottles at the top of the cabinet crash and fall onto the floor. The whole room gasped in shock except for Alejandro and Camerón.

Immediately, the people that Alejandro had called, started their work on cleaning the whole floor up. Within minutes the place went back to normal. "Just a normal tuesday" Alejandro announced as he walked over to a whiteboard at the corner of the room. Wiping the number '8' from its' place, he replaced it with a '0'. Owen noticed another whiteboard adjacent to the first one, with the number '78' written boldly with an exclamation point.

"What's with the numbers?" Owen asked with Sienna still firmly in his arms.

"The one I just rubbed out is Sienna's streak of not breaking anything the bar" Alejandro explained.

"And the next?"

"How many days Sienna had gone without having a fight in the bar"

Owen tilted her head to face his, "you went 78 days without a fight?" His tone was laced with disappointment. All the signs were pointing to it. Sienna was honestly losing her touch.

"I really don't want to break the streak" she said, trying to justify her actions - or lack of.

Suddenly, interrupting them from their conversation. The door dramatically opened to reveal four shadowy figures that gradually became clearer as they approached the light. Owen immediately let go of her.

Sienna could feel Owen physically tense as Don Fernando and his entourage entered the bar. She grasped his hand tightly, urging him to calm down. His facial expression immediately changed into a violent scowl. She glanced worryingly at Camerón who simply mouthed 'about time'.

"Hola, princesa" Fernando greeted Sienna as he walked towards the bar, indifferent to the return of Owen. The man who had foiled his plans of latin America drug dominion. The man who he used to listen to - without fail.

"Princesa?" Owen spitted. If he was addressing anyone else, Owen would've thought it was an acceptable, even cute nickname. However, he was calling out Sienna, and that meant that any word - good or bad - was an insult to Owen. He menacingly began to approach Fernando, but Sienna's arm barricaded him. "Let go of me, Sienna" He commanded, looking to his side. Sienna immediately heeded, understanding that Owen was not planning on backing down tonight. She gulped hard and looked to the corner of the room where the number '78' on the whiteboard stood proud. Today was the day it would be wiped out.

At least she went that long.

"I thought I told you that you weren't to step inside this town in this very bar years ago" Owen interrogated. He stood face to face with Don Fernando as their spines straightened and eyes centred in on each other. The tension in the room increased every second, as the men were adamant in securing their spot as the Alpha male.

"Times have changed Mr. Shaw" Don Fernando said as Alejandro slid a shot of tequila to his side. Owen immediately threw the shot across the room, never losing eye contact. "Besides, Sienna hasn't had a problem with me coming to this town" Fernando pointed to Sienna who stood just behind Owen. She placed a calm hand on his tense back, but it did nothing to calm him down - if anything, it made him even more riled up.

"I'm sorry, did you make a deal with Sienna" Owen gently pushed her further behind him as he took a step towards Don Fernando. "Or me?" Fernando's entourage took a step closer to their boss, who ordered them to stand down with a simple wave of the hand.

"Listen Owen. It's been a long time since you were here. You missed a lot" Don Fernando began explaining.

"I don't care. Get the hell out of here" Owen cut swiftly.

"No" Fernando confidently defied.

Owen chuckled as he looked quickly to his side. When he looked back, his eyes darkened, his jaw tightened and his mouth curled into a dangerous scowl. Before anyone could say anything else, Owen took a swing straight to Don Fernando's jaw. The whole room stayed deathly silent as they heard a small crack from Fernando's jaw. Fernando felt his jaw and looked at Owen with a deathly growl, he took a violent swing at Owen who effortlessly blocked it and grabbed his hand in return. Thrusting it violently towards the man, Fernando stumbled a little from the sheer impact of Owen's almost supernatural strength and ended up shattering a table.

"Owen" Sienna whispered, but he paid no heed to his pleading girlfriend as he carried on trashing Don Fernando. They both took swings back and forth, some were successful but the men's strength and experience had ensured that most of them were a failure. Glasses were thrown, bottles were lobbed, the bar looked like it just went through an apocalypse.

"STOP" Alejandro suddenly screamed through a megaphone he kept stashed behind the bar for situations such as this.

Owen kept his stifling glare securely on Don Fernando while Fernando straightened his suit and exited the bar. His entourage waited a few seconds, sent a steel glare at Owen and also followed suit.

Alejandro swiftly walked over to the whiteboard and rubbed out the numbers.

"I had nothing to do with what happened here" Sienna countered his actions.

"You had everything to do with what happened in here. You could've dealt with Don Fernando but you chose not to. It's all your fault" Alejandro accused angrily. New furniture, new bar - all gone.

"Why didn't you deal with him before?" Owen growled as he turned to Sienna. She was completely shocked with what had happened. She never expected Owen to react like that, when he was angry - he could destroy countries, let alone a measly bar in the north of Mexico. He always was calm and composed with her, offering to be the mature, level-headed one in the relationship. When did they switch positions? Better yet, when did she openly let Don Fernando step foot inside her town? Sienna couldn't believe what she had caused, Camerón was right - she was going too soft. It was like something had triggered inside of her that made her realise that she truly wasn't being herself all these years.

Owen didn't give Sienna a chance to explain herself as he commanded Camerón to follow him outside the bar.

"I have a plan" Owen said full of determination.

"A plan for what?" Camerón asked.

"We need to get rid of Fernando and bring Sienna back" Owen put his hands in his pockets as he approached the door and peeked in. There was only one time in his life that he saw Sienna look so… vulnerable; and that was when she asked Owen for help. But, even then, she didn't have that concerned, upset, naïve look on her. His heart beat relentlessly as he kept on looking at her, watching her help Alejandro and his team clean up his mess. Forcing his eyes away, he focused back on to Camerón. "What are the things that Sienna hates the most in life?"

"Apart from ants, mosquitos and Braga?" Camerón answered seriously.

Owen wanted to smack some sense into his friend but decided that it would be too much violence for him in one night. He rolled his eyes in response and muttered, "Yes"

"Umm… well she hates when people get involved in her business"

"Exactly" Owen smirked devilishly, "what else?"

"When you leave her out of a problem"

Owen smiled brightly, "and?"

"When men try and show that they're better than women"

"Bingo"

an: the wifi is abysmal. seriously. next update should be soon! what do you guys think of this chapter?