I woke up in a dark room, I was in a bed. Everything hurt, especially my hands.

I was supposed to be dead, they shot me. They left me to bleed out.

What was happening?

The door opened slightly letting some light in, a small woman poked her head through the door.

"You're awake, finally." She turned on a lamp, I could see that she was smiling now. I didn't recognize her.

"What's going on?" I groaned.

"I will tell you everything when you feel better. Do you need anything? Are you hungry or thirsty? I'm sure you're in pain but we can't give you anything else until tomorrow."

"I'm a little thirsty." My throat was on fire.

"I'll go get you some water. Do you mind if I turn on the lights?" She was standing over me. She had her hand on my forehead. I felt like I was a child and she was my mother seeing if I had a fever.

"That's fine, thank you."

"Do you need me to help you sit up or can you do it on your own?" She ran one of her knuckles against the bridge of my nose.

"I think I can manage." I sat up, I could've used the help but I wasn't supposed to ask for it.

"Okay, I'll send Rosa in." Rosa Sanchez? She smiled at me again.

She flipped the light on as she walked out the door. I was in a small but homey room. I looked like it belonged to someone. There was a large photo across the hall from the open door that caught my eye.

Rosa Sanchez. In a white dress. Smashing a cake into another woman's face. It was clearly a picture from a wedding reception.

The picture next to it was of three people, the other woman from the reception photo was in it. I didn't recognize any of them.

She walked into the room, I didn't know how to react. "Hello, Avox."

"Uhm, hi?" It felt rude to ignore her.

"I'm sure you have lots of questions." She set the water on the table next to me.

"What the fuck is happening right now?" I grabbed the glass of water and took a cautious sip. It didn't taste poisoned. Although I doubt they would put this much effort into my medical care to just poison me.

"How about I tell you the general idea of what's going on and then I can answer anything I missed?"

"Sure." I set the empty water glass on the table.

"First, how much do you remember? That will give me a good starting point." She smirked slightly.

"Your father shot me four times." I gestured at my various bandages, it hurt like hell.

"Right, so you were going to destroy The Italian Mafia-."

"Yes, that was my goal." I interrupted.

"Can you let me speak? It will make sense in the end."

"Fine, whatever." I pulled the covers of the bed up, they were soft.

"For the last three years, I have been trying to take control of The Spanish Cartel. For that to happen I need to get a specific set of people into power and then I can kill my father. Otherwise, they will kill me and my family. Well, the one I care about."

She looked at me, almost to make sure that I understood, and continued. "After I was married, my father gave me a choice. I could leave and be shunned, or I could help him from behind the scenes. I couldn't leave, people knew about me. If I was gone it was only a matter of time before they found out about my wife. So I stayed, we hid everything. Every move that we have made in the last four years has been under my command. The very end goal, before I wanted to take control, was to abduct the heirs and then take Italy. When Alonso abducted your sister, I knew he had no reason to. That also made me realize that there was no reason for us to be enemies. You were doing too much damage. I had to get you out, and I had to make my father, and everyone else, believe that you were dead. They still have your sister, Prime and, Marco, but I will get them out as soon as I can. If I pull them out too soon they will kill me and bring them right back."

"Your very presence would kill my father." I laughed.

"Would you like me to meet him?" She giggled lightly. It was a strange noise to hear from her.

"Whenever you have the time." My laughter died out.

"Avox, I know what happened." She put her hand on my shoulder. "If you really want me to kill him, I will. You're a better person than I am. If it was me, he'd be dead already." She sighed.

That confused me. How did she know about that?

"How- Where did you hear that?"

Her face twisted slightly. The sense of disgust lingered in her eyes. "When your parents thought you died..." She was struggling to find words. "They, uh, they didn't release that it was The Cartel..." The disgust in her eyes turned to pity, and behind that, understanding. "And your uh, sister, um, not Natalia the other one, well, she released what happened, and she said that you, and I quote. 'Received the consequences of your actions.' So, pretty much everyone knows now. It was front page yesterday."

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This book might take a little longer because I have no idea where I'm going with this story, it kinda hits me and I run with it.

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