A Drug Lord as my Father

•Trienta y Uno•

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<<<Zarie's P.O.V>>>

(Back in Mexico)

"I'm already tired of being here already. I'm leaving." I say. Walking out of the kitchen.

I can't stay here ,not with my tia and Lizeth.

I went to my room to pack some stuff. I dialed Iker.

"Hey ,babe just calling you to tell you that I'll be seeing you soon" and I hung up.

"Sol?!" I asked for a maid.

"Si senorita ,Zarie?" She asked.

TRANSLATION: "Yes Miss Zarie?' She asked.

"Aliste un caro ,voy para los estados." I say.

TRANSLATION: "Get a car ready ,Im leaving to the states."

"Ensegida senorita."

TRANSLATION: "Yes Miss"

<<<Natalia's P.O.V>>>

(In the states at Ty's house)

I lay on this bed. In the room I'm being held hostage in by my boyfriend's father. The bedroom is smaller than all of the rooms in this house. It's pretty blank and empty. No color ,not much light, no damn windows. Only a door ,which is locked from the inside. Only the people outside of the room can open this door.

[Knock,Knock]

I sat up as son as I heard the knock.

The only exit and entrance in the room opens. Ty pops out with a tray in his hands. Then the only chance of ever leaving this room closes shut behind him.

He walks slowly towards me ,carefully watching the tall glasses of orange juice. He then lays the tray on a small stool.

"hey ,babe," He said trying to caress my cheek. I moved my head away from him and towards the blank wall.

"I deserve that ,but you have to at least talk to me," he said.

I scoffed. Then turned around to look at him.

"Talk to me?" I asked.

"Well what do you want to talk bout? How about how you've been lying to me for three years!? Or about how you're a gangster waiting to take his father's throne. Or how about how fucking crazy you and your father are!?" I yelled.

His eyes met with the blank floor. I kept staring at him. To see if I could find any kind of emotion. He did't even blink. I guess he is a heartless gangster.

I then see a glossy liquid fall down his cheek. He sniffs and wipes it away.

"Look ,Nat, I didn't choose this life for me. My father did. You think i want to have secret conversations with him about a Mafia King's daughter?" he spoke, His voice was husky.

I didn't answer.

"Do you thin I like being the son of a gang leader? Nat, I don't. I don't know why my father chose this life for us. We were fine with just the company." He says.