Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“I know it does.” I grinned just to prove my point. Whispering in her ear, “The best two out of my three attributes.”
“What’s the third?”
“My cock,” I responded, rubbing my dick against her just to prove my point again.
“Alejandro.” She blushed, slapping my chest. Trying to push me away.
I held her tighter, chuckling, “I love you.”
“Alright, you two love birds,” Amari interrupted, bringing our attention to her. “There’s Mamá’s car.” She gestured behind us.
We all turned to see Roberto driving up the back alley with Mamá in the back seat, waving and pointing in our direction as we came into view. I could see her smile. We all could. In her excitement, she was about to forgo protocol, opening the door without her guard next to her.
I would remember the next turn of events for the rest of my life.
My father once told me that Martinez men didn’t hold onto memories in our minds. They were burned deep within our souls where they laid dormant. I never understood what he meant by that until now. Except this was one of those scenes that no matter how hard I tried, how much I sacrificed, how long I prayed, I would never be able to forget. It would eternally haunt me. My mind would be forever branded. My heart forever broken. My future immorally damned.
The moment where a part of me died.
A black SUV with pitch-black tinted windows came up from behind my mom’s car in the alleyway, heading toward us. Out of nowhere a matching SUV skidded out from the side street to the left. Pulling up in front of Roberto, causing him to slam on the brakes. Blocking the way to the garage, but not our view. The windows of the SUV in front of them rolled down, exposing two rifles. Roberto sprang into action, throwing his body over my mother.
The rest played out in slow motion. A nightmare that would eternally haunt me. I'll never forget the look on my mom's face as gunshots rang out. Her worry-free smile quickly turned into a look of pure horror. As if she knew it was the moment she was going to die.
Her time had come.
An inevitable day she had been expecting all her life. Knowing all along the consequence of loving a Martinez man.
“NO!” I shouted with everything in me as the sound of shots ricocheted off metal and glass, ringing as screams echoed in the alley.
Bullets flying everywhere, decorating the car with holes.
Two bodyguards tackled Amari to the ground, guarding her. While I simultaneously picked Sophia up into my arms, throwing her onto the rough pavement behind a parked car. Tucking her head against my chest, as my hands skinned against the asphalt, breaking our fall. Shielding her body with mine. Seconds later we felt the weight of my bodyguards on top of us. The air filled with rapid fire rumbling from afar, with Sophia and Amari screaming and crying all at once. She shook so fucking bad in my arms, her body convulsing with fear.
“Take her!” I ordered, shoving the men off me. “You guard her with your fucking life! Do you understand me!? With your fucking life!”
They nodded as Sophia forcefully shook her head. “No! No! Don’t go! Please! Don’t go! Don’t leave me!” she bawled, clutching onto me like her life depended on it.
“Grab her, now! Get them out of here!” I ordered, ripping her off of me.
They roughly tore her out of my arms, kicking and screaming, giving the men one hell of a fight. Her face was a blank canvas, but her eyes portrayed her pain.
I affirmed, “Te amo! Vamos!” As the guards rushed the girls into the elevator to take cover. Hearing Sophia’s pleas not to go as the doors closed.
Standing without a second thought, I nodded toward the three guards who stayed behind with me. Instantly yanking my guns from the holsters inside my suit jacket. We sprinted down the parking lot, hauling ass toward the vehicles. Immediately opening fire, lacing the SUV’s. Bullets recoiled off the steel, breaking through the tinted glass.
Four men opened fire back at us, hitting one of my men several times in the chest. Knocking him to the ground, instantly dead. The other two tried to cover me as best as they could, but an endless stream of bullets kept coming at us from all directions. I felt a burning sting graze my shoulder and then again at the side of my stomach. Blood flying everywhere, not knowing if it was theirs or mine.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, throbbing through my bloodstream. Taking over every inch of my body. My heart pounded against my chest as I tried to make my way over to my mother. Praying that she’d be alive under Roberto’s stilled body. My vision tunneled, seeing nothing but red the closer I got to her car.