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'The twins need our attention.' Leon says as he enters the living room and looks at Veah.

He finally came to his senses and dropped whatever happened to be with her again.

And I pray to god that it stays that way until they both die, because I can't stand it when they fight.

I still need to talk to Rio about all the shit he made her do and about the fact that I want to go see my mom as soon as possible.

I miss her. And talking to her on the phone is not enough.

'They do?' She asks, panicking as she reaches for the monitor on the table.

Leon snatches it before she can actually look to see what's going on, and grabs her hand with his other hand.

'They do.' I can't help but pick up on his playful tone and smile when she frowns at him.

All she can think about are her kids and what they could possibly need since she hasn't heard anything through the monitor.

'Tiago, what are you-' 'Come with me.' He gently helps her off the couch and smiles at me, before pulling Veah out of the room.

'Do you think they're going to-'

'Yes.' Brandon states, grinning from ear to ear as he keeps his eyes on the screen, 'She's not going to be able to walk without feeling something.'

I can't contain a small laugh and look down at my lap, where Victoria is resting her head as she's completely knocked out because of all she did today.

'Jealous?' Isa asks before stuffing some more popcorn into her mouth as her eyes are stuck to the screen as well.

She's absolutely in love with Jake Gyllenhaal. And since he's on the screen right now, she's basically drooling.

'Yes. I need some good dick, it's been too long.' Brandon complains, making me gasp for air at his devil-may-care statement.

I know Brandon doesn't really care about what others think of him, but there's a child in the room. A child that will definitely remember what he's talking about.

'What?' He asks, frowning at me when he realizes I'm still in shock.

'Victoria is in the room.' Celine states, reaching over to the bowl of popcorn in Isa's lap.

'She's asleep though.' Brandon says as I look at Victoria's face.

Her eyes are closed and she's breathing slowly, but that doesn't mean she's asleep, 'As if you haven't faked being asleep when you were a kid.'

'Okay fine.' He turns sideways, facing Celine and I while Isa continues to drool over Jake, 'I miss the intimate relationship with a man and want to be held the way Veah's being held by her man right now.'

I can't help but laugh at his "business" tone and brush my hand over Victoria's back, trying to make sure she stays asleep.

'Have you talked to him yet?' Isa asks, reaching for another hand of popcorn, but realizing the bowl is empty.

'Why should I?' Brandon asks, frowning at her as she continues to stare at the tv.

'Because you two could work this out.' I look at Celine, who looks at me as well, before turning back to Brandon who seems somewhat offended.

'So I should run after someone who cheated on me?' We stay silent as she finally peels her eyes off the screen and looks at Brandon.

If Jake was in the scene playing right now, she wouldn't have looked away.

'It was probably just a moment of weakness.' She mutters, placing the bowl to the side before she turns towards Brandon.

'So that makes it okay?' He asks, his voice a bit louder now.

I quickly look at Victoria, hoping that none of this will wake her up.

'No, that's not what I'm saying.' Isabelle says, looking ashamed that she has to explain herself.

But I don't get why she would bring it up, especially since it's still very fresh.

'What are you saying?' I haven't heard Brandon talk like this in a while. He's usually sassy, but not like this.

Now he's just getting annoyed, angry even.

'I'm saying that he was probably in need of some physical contact and you weren't there.' Oh, Isabelle...

'Yes, because he said he needed time alone.' Brandon sneers, placing the bag of chips on the couch and finally releasing the remote control.

'Oh-' Isa's eyes widen and I can tell she regrets bringing it up, 'I didn't know that.'

'Don't talk about shit you know nothing of,' Brandon says as he gets up from the couch and walks towards the door, 'I'm going to bed. Goodnight.'

We all stay silent as his footsteps fade into the hall, not knowing what to say.

'It seems like I'm only making more and more enemies by the day.' Isa groans, throwing her head back as she stares at the ceiling.

'He's right though.' Celine says, making Isa turn to her, 'You shouldn't meddle in this life, it will get you killed.'

'I was just-' 'Trying to help, I know. But sometimes listening is enough to help someone.' I nod and look at Isa, who's still staring at the ceiling.

'I fucked up.' Celine chuckles as she gets up and turns around to face me.

'I'm going to bed and I can take her.' She leans down to take over Victoria, but I shake my head.

She's warm and secure, I'll be able to take her to her room just fine.

'We had a deal, remember?' She asks, raising a brow.

I roll my eyes and sit back, allowing her to take Victoria to her room, because of a stupid deal we made when I finally woke up.

I'm not allowed to overstimulate myself with anything. And since I've been doing a lot of walking and swimming today, this would probably be too much.

'Goodnight.' I mumble as I stretch my legs, suddenly feeling a bit colder now that Victoria isn't here anymore.

Isabelle finally stops staring at the ceiling and looks at me, 'Do you hate me too?'

I shake my head and grab Celine's blanket, slowly wrapping myself up in it, and turn to her, 'Why should I?'

'Because most of the others do.' She says as she looks at me with pained eyes.

'They don't hate you-' 'But they don't trust me.' I nod, not wanting to lie to her because she doesn't deserve it.

'Do you want them to trust you?' We both turn to the door and watch as Veah walks back into the room, holding onto one of the twins.

I still can't tell them apart, at least not until I hold them.

Emiliano doesn't like me as much as Domenico does.

'If I'm going to stay here, I do.' Isabelle continues as Veah moves around the couch to sit in between us.

This is definitely Domenico.

'Can I?' Veah hands me the tiny baby and I lean back again, letting him rest on my chest as he reaches out to me with his tiny hands, 'Hi little man.'

'And when will you decide on that?' Neveah asks, keeping her eyes on Isabelle.

'That depends on Rio.' I can feel her eyes on me, but stay focused on the tiny human on my chest.

I don't want to take my eyes off of him, I just want to sit like this with him forever.

His lips curl up and I can see him smiling a little before his big eyes go the Veah.

'He said he'll think about it.' I say, waiting for him to look back at me.

'That's what he said after you woke up, it has been almost nine days and-' 'If Rio said he'll think about it, just give it some time.'

I look at Veah, who spoke, and almost frown at her words, but realize that she probably said it to calm Isa down.

Isa nods and stares back at the ceiling for a few seconds, 'I'm going to bed as well... Goodnight.'

She's obviously hurt, but I don't know how I'm able to convince Rio to let her go. Just like I didn't know how to convince him to stop with the list of chores for Veah.

I had an idea and when I tried talking to him about it at first, he just walked away fast enough for me to get tired and give up. But now that I can finally walk again, he started locking himself up in his dome or studio.

He wouldn't let anyone in, not even Leon.

'Goodnight.' Veah mumbles as Isabelle leaves the room.

I stay silent, not wanting to ruin this peaceful moment with Domenico in my arms.

'We need to talk.' Veah whispers after what feels like two seconds, even though it might've been ten minutes.

I peel my eyes off Domenico and slowly look up at her, 'Everything okay?'

She nods and takes a deep breath, before taking her son back into her arms and looking at me, 'Did you know Hunter was on the island?'

'What- He's here?' I feel something run down my spine, my senses instantly more alert than before, and wait for her to respond, but all she does is nod. 'How do you know? Since when has he been here?'

'He got out two nights ago and attacked me on the beach while I was out doing one of the chores.' She whispers as she looks down at her son for a few seconds, 'That's why Celine was checking up on me that morning, to see if I had a concussion.'

'He attacked you?' My blood starts boiling and the urge to hurt someone, preferably Hunter himself, only grows as she nods at my question.

'Isabelle saved me.' She mumbles softly. 'Are you okay?'

I want to talk to Celine to see if Veah is actually okay because she nods and smiles a little, 'I'm fine.'

'Are you sure, because we could-' 'Leya. I promise I'm okay.' I look into her eyes and try not to worry too much, but I can't help it.

Hunter Steel is on the island. The island that was supposed to be our safe haven. Somewhere we could go to if everything would get too much, without the danger.

And he attacked her.

'Why didn't you tell me before?' She takes a deep breath and looks at the little man in her arms. 'I didn't know if you knew and I didn't want to ruin things between you and Rio more than I already have.'

'Stop.' I process what she said for a few seconds and shake my head, 'You are not the reason things are rough between Rio and I, that's his fault.'

'Leya-' 'He wouldn't listen- I mean, he wouldn't let me talk to him but he would make you suffer and now Hunter attacked and you-' I stop when I feel her hand on mine and take a deep breath.

'You're fine. I'm fine. Everyone's fine. We're all good.' She says as she slowly gets off the couch. I follow her to the foyer and stare at Domenico for a few more seconds.

'He was acting like a toddler, he's an adult.' Veah chuckles and shakes her head, before looking up the stairs when she hears footsteps.

Leon looks down at us, a warm smile on his lips as he stares at his girlfriend and their son.

'Did he know?' I whisper, looking back at Veah.

She nods and starts swaying Domenico from side to side, who's moving around as he tries to look at the person on top of the stairs.

'Please don't do anything you'll regret.' She whispers before looking at me.

I almost roll my eyes but nod instead and smile at her. 'I won't.'

She walks up the steps, letting Leon take her to their bedroom, and I stay in the hall until I can hear their bedroom door close.

As soon as it does, I walk outside, letting the cold night air wrap around me like a blanket.

During the day it's warm, perfect if you ask me, but during the night it can be very cold.

I look at the mountain and take a deep breath, watching as smoke blurs my vision.

There's only one mountain, and that's where the gym is, so that's not where they're keeping him.

Where are they keeping him?

We've been over the entire island over a million times and I feel like I have been to every possible place they could keep him.

The only part I haven't been at are the cliffs near the haven because that was too dangerous.

So that's where I head to first.

The closer I get, the faster my heart starts racing.

When I get to the cliffs, I take out my phone and turn on the flashlight.

I can't hear anything but the waves crashing against the rocks around me and slowly make my way deeper into the cliffs.

There's a door hiding behind a few rocks, making my heart drop.

I didn't know about that door or where it leads to, but that doesn't matter right now.

I inch closer and slowly open the door, hearing chains rattle on the inside.

'Came to torture me again?' No... That's Hunter Steel.

He sounds smug but exhausted, and I don't know how to react.

I want to get in and look just to be certain, but I feel sick to my stomach and I don't want to throw up in front of him.

So instead of going inside, I shut the door and turn around slowly as I take deep breaths.

He's here. Hunter Steel is right here. He's at the place we're supposed to be safe.

He attacked Neveah, he could've hurt the twins. Or Leroy. Or Leon. Or Celine. Or Brandon. Or Marco. Or Isabelle. Or Kai. Or... No.

I cover my mouth, forcing myself to keep everything in as I feel the bile in the back of my throat.

That didn't happen. He's locked up again. But Neveah...

I make my way back to the house, walking through the path that goes through the forest, and try to calm my nerves as everything settles into my brain.

I stop walking down the stones and look at the person across from me, my heart almost leaping out of my chest.

Rafael looks at me with concern flashing through his eyes.

He takes a step forward and I take a step back, trying to see if there's any way I can go around him and get back to the house.

I step off the paved way and step through a few bushes, before walking past him like he's not even there.

'What were you doing there?' He asks as he follows me through the bushes.

'Please stop following me.' I can feel his heat radiating into me and almost stop walking just to feel him crash into me.

I want his warmth. I want his touch. I want him.

I don't want to fight. I don't want to be angry.

But I can't help it.

'Stop walking away from me.' He says as he tries to reach out to me.

I can feel his hand brushing against mine and pull my hands in so that he can't touch me.

'When were you going to tell me?' I ask as I continue walking toward an open space in the middle of the woods.

He takes a bigger step, pulling me into his arms as he tries to pick me up and turn me around so that I'm facing him.

I shove my knee into his chest and hear him groan, but he doesn't let go of me as he falls down, dragging me on top of him as he tumbles into the dirt.

'Let go. Right now.' His grip stays as tight as ever, he simply doesn't give a fuck about what I want right now.

'Rafael.' 'What were you doing there?' He repeats, his breath brushing against my cheek as I meet his gaze.

'Let me go!' He finally lets go of me and stares at me as I climb off him and walk to the other side of the open space.

'Why were you in there, Valentina?' He asks as he slowly gets off the ground and looks at me.

'When were you going to tell me?' I ask, not wanting to respond to him before he answers my question first.

He wants me to cave first, I know he does, but I'm waiting for him to cave because there's no way I'm dropping this.

His eyes are filled with anger but I feel like he's mirroring my anger as it rushes through my veins.

'Valentina-' 'When were you going to tell me, Rafael?' Two can play this fucking game, but this game is exhausting.

'Come here.' He mumbles, reaching his hand out to me.

I frown at his hand, wondering if he's drunk or something, and look back at his face.

He seems sober enough to me.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' He takes a deep breath and lowers his arm, keeping his eyes on mine as if I might run away.

I want to. I really do. But I'm too tired.

'You need to talk to me about all of this.' I point at the cliffs and watch as his eyes stick to my hand like glue, 'Neveah got attacked?'

'She told you?' He asks, quickly rolling his eyes before he takes a step forward.

I stay put and nod, 'That's not the point, Rafael.'

He acted like a toddler who didn't get what he wanted for weeks and now he's acting like none f it even mattered.

'She's fine isn't she?' I shove him away from me, hating the fact that he can be so cold about all of this.

It's like it doesn't matter to him at all. 'You kept her away from her kids for weeks!'

'It's not my fault she wanted to be done with that list as soon as she could.'

'She knew you would keep adding stuff and you did.' He scoffs and reaches out to me again. I move away and try to catch my breath, but it seems impossible.

'You could've gotten her killed with this, do you know that?'

His eyes lock with mine and but he nods, not denying it, 'But she didn't.'

'So you're punishing her for something that could've happened, but didn't?'

His eyes widen a slight bit, a hint of challenge gleaming in his eyes, and he takes a step forward, 'You got hurt.'

'So did she.' I say, looking up at his face, 'Because you made her do those stupid chores.' 'It wasn't my intention-' 'What was?'

'I wanted her to understand that what she did was wrong.' He says, trying to move closer as I take a step away from him. 'It wasn't just her idea.'

'She's the one who put the idea into your head.' I shake my head, because she didn't.

Yes, she told me about one of the many ways we could've gotten him back, but I would've gone with or without her.

I would've made sure he would come back to me, one way or the other.

And I know that it's not the only thing he's mad at her for.

He blames her for everything that happened to us, he always has and probably always will, which is unfair.

'You can't blame her for my decisions.' I state as he steps closer, his arms slightly touching mine.

This feels like a dance. Not just us moving around like idiots, but also this conversation. It feels like a dance with no end.

And it's getting exhausting.

'I can blame her for what happened to you.' He says, with no hesitation whatsoever.

I feel my head spin as I shake my head and turn away from him, 'I can't do this if you keep thinking like that.'

He walks after me, staying right behind me with each step I take, and it's driving me insane.

For days I've been trying to get him to talk to me, but he would ignore me too.

'Hunter wasn't supposed to get to her.' He tries, but I can't help the laughter escaping my mouth as I continue walking.

I don't care where I'm walking to, as long as it's away from him.

'It was your idea to make her that stupid list.'

'A list that could've been gone in less than a second if we had this conversation earlier.'

I stop in my tracks and feel him stop right behind me.

'So now it's my fault?' I ask as I keep my back towards him, not wanting to look into his deceiving eyes.

'I have to blame someone.' I nod and take a deep breath, slowly turning around to look at him.

I knew he was close, but I didn't expect him to be this close.

'Blame yourself then.' I say as I look into his dark hazel eyes, feeling like I'm about to be set on fire by the anger in his eyes, 'Blame yourself for making such ridiculous decisions without talking to me first.'

'I had no choice.' I roll my eyes and turn back around, feeling his hand slip around my arm as he pulls me back, 'Valentina, I had no other choice.'

'Why are you here Rio?' His grip loosens and I look over my shoulder, 'If there was no other way, why are you here with me?'

We got him out. We're all still alive and well. We're all safe.

'It's not fair that you're blaming her because you wanted to think quickly without discussing it with anyone else first.' I hate this.

I hate blaming him for shit he had hardly any control over.

I know he did what he had to protect us all, but it was stupid. He should've talked to us first.

He stays silent, as if he's stunned, and looks at me as I pull my arm out of his reach, slowly taking a step back.

I take a quick look around and realize we're close to his studio building, before making a run for it.

Even though I had a headstart, I can hear him come after me and quickly aim for the door.

I shut it just in time, making sure it's locked when I take a few steps away from the door.

The place is filled with canvases. Paintings he made himself. And a lot of art supplies lying around the room.

One of the walls is entirely made out of windows, providing a view of the rest of the island.

It's beautiful and I get why he's here a lot.

He bangs on the door behind me but I ignore him as I look at the paintings in front of me.

They're all different. Every single one of them is different. Yet I know who made them. I know that they all came from the same person.

The same person who has my heart and is slowly ripping it to shreds.

He bangs on the door again, making my heart stop for a split second.

It sounds like he's trying to break through the door and I don't know where to go if he does.

'Valentina, open this door before I break it down.' He says, sounding like he's already in the room with his loud and demanding voice.

'Yo Te reto.' I say, keeping my eyes on the door in anticipation.

I can see him breaking down the door in less than two seconds, it's something he would do if he's really angry.

Or if he's really determined to drag me back to the house.

But I just pray to God that he won't.

I can't deal with him right now.

All this fighting can't be good for either of us and I just need a break.

It goes silent for a while, but I know he's still there.

I didn't hear him walking away.

I slowly turn back to the paintings and look at the one in the back, my heart warming almost instantly.

It's a painting of a woman on a man's lap, their bodies wrapped into one another. Her curls dangling over her shoulder and his hands all over her body like he's obsessed.

The closer I get, the more I realize that this actually happened not so long ago.

It's us...

I lift my hand to the canvas and slowly drag my fingertips across the man's shoulder, thinking back to when this actually happened, and take a deep breath.

As much as I hate the man outside this place, I love him too.

He's the one I married, he's the one I would die for.

But he can be so fucking annoying sometimes.

I head over to the small couch across the room and drop down onto it, keeping my eyes on the painting as I try to remember the good moments instead of this shit and slowly doze off.

I wake up and slowly turn around, suddenly laying on a mattress instead of the couch I fell asleep on.

When I look around the room, I notice that I'm still in the little studio and the couch is still across the room.

The big open space is filled with a full bed that I'm laying on right now.

'You're finally awake.' I stretch my neck from side to side and look at the person sitting on the couch, 'How did you sleep?.'

I try to sit up and get used to the pain rushing through my back. How did he get in here?

I quickly glance at the door and notice that it's still closed, but probably not locked.

The sun is barely up and I could use a little extra sleep, but for some reason, I can't keep my eyes off of the man sitting on that small couch.

His body is too big for a couch as small as the one he's sitting on and he seems way too uncomfortable, so I don't get why he would do that to himself.

'What are you doing here?' Did he stay here all night?

'I didn't want Neveah to get hurt.' Rafael says as he gets up and walks to the edge of the bed, 'I just wanted her to pay for what happened-' 'To me.'

He nods and looks down at me, 'Yes, to you. I know. But it's not fair and you know that I just- I panicked and I wanted her to understand that what she did was wrong.'

'So you kept her away from her children?' He said that wasn't his intention, but it did happen due to his stupid list, 'You made her do those stupid chores.'

'I know...' He mumbles, my heart hurting at his exhausted tone, 'I didn't think when I made that list and it's stupid, I know.'

We stay silent, simply staring at each other for a few minutes as we soak into each other's presence.

'I hate fighting with you.' He admits, making my heart race even more, 'We're supposed to be a team.'

'Well, you weren't thinking like that when you decided to go with Nadora. Or when you made my best friend do stupid chores because of what happened in Brazil.'

'It was a stupid and irrational decision and I regret it. I never wanted her to go through something like this again-' 'Again?' I move to the edge of the bed and almost rush over to him, but he's quicker and nudges me back on the bed.

He drops to his knees and keeps his firm hands on my waist, trying to keep me on the bed.

'Norman told Marco that she was afraid Hunter was going to assault North if she wouldn't knock him out.' Hunter Steel... 'She knocked him out because she didn't want North to suffer.'

I feel bad for Isabelle, sure she said some weird shit, but everyone is being cold towards her even though she still helped Veah out when she needed her.

'I didn't want her to go through that again, I would never-' I shake my head and place my hands on his face, slightly lifting his face to meet my gaze, 'I know you would never make her go through that again.'

As much as he says he hates her, I know he cares. Even if it's the slightest bit.

'But you still made her suffer for no reason.'

'I should've talked to her and I won't ever do anything like this again.' I can't tell if he's genuine or not.

Sure, he doesn't like the way I'm acting right now and would do anything to make me forgive him, but he seems a bit sorry for what happened to Veah too.

It's just- I don't even know anymore.

'If you ever do something like this again, I'm leaving you.' It's a harsh decision, but I would.

Veah and I have been through hell and back. And even though we haven't always been there for each other one hundred percent, I wanted to kill Rio for what he did to her.

She didn't deserve any of it and it annoyed the shit out of me that he would only make it worse for her if I even intervened with anything.

I watch as panic fills his eyes and feel the bed dip as he moves closer, pressing me into the mattress.

'You don't mean that.' He states, his breath brushing against my skin, but all I do is nod.

'I would.' He seems betrayed.

As if I'm watching him slowly bleed to death as he suffers from a wound I caused, but this was all him.

I push my hands against his chest, pulling my legs in so that my body is nowhere near his, and simply look at him.

'Veah is like a sister to me and you hurt her.' He inhales slowly, making it seem like he's an addict on his last straw.

I know I'm walking on a thin line, but right now I don't care.

He needs to understand that he needs to talk about stuff like this. He can't just keep this stuff from me. He can't keep hurting the people I care about over nothing.

'If you hurt her like this again, I'm leaving you.' He lunges forward, his hands cupping my face, and even though it was a quick movement, his hands are gentle and caring.

'Stop saying that.' My heart is racing as I try to fight the urge to let him kiss me.

His lips are so close to mine, his skin feels like it's burning, and I just want to give in and let it all go.

But I can't do that.

Because this can't happen again.

'Please, just- don't ever say that again.' The desperation in his voice cuts through me just like my threat cuts through him, making my skin crawl as I try to break out of his touch.

He's too close, too invading, taking up every ounce of restraint I have left.

'Don't hurt her.'

'Shout at me or tell me how much you hate me, I wouldn't fucking care if you shot me for fuck's sake, but don't you ever say something like that shit again, Cataleya.' Cataleya.

Not Valentina. Not Velez. Cataleya.

'You're not leaving me.' He whispers, making it more sound like a beg than another command or statement.

I look into his eyes and notice the overpowering fear in them. He's terrified about me leaving him, completely disregarding anything I just said, and just listens to the few words spiraling in his head.

"I'm leaving you."

I lift my hands up to cup his face as well, letting his warm skin touch mine even more as I rub my thumb over his cheek.

'I'm not going anywhere as long as you won't hurt Veah again.' The words sink in and he nods, slowly pulling me closer until I'm sat on his lap and our foreheads are pressed together.

He nods, desperately pressing his body into mine, 'I won't.'

He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head the other way and feel his lips brush against my cheek, 'I promise.'

I let him touch me, I let his lips rub against my cheek over and over again, but try to keep myself contained.

He can say he won't do it again all he wants, but I don't believe him.

'How can I convince you, Valentina?' I shrug as I let his touch linger down to my waist, not knowing what he could possibly do to make me believe him.

'Like this?' He hasn't kissed me on the lips yet, but his lips are all over me, slowly making their way to my neck as he sucks on my sensitive skin.

'Rio-' I look down and notice his eyes trying to pierce through me. 'I have something in mind.' Dear god...

I pull him closer and kiss him, letting the heat rush through me as his hands make their way to my trousers.

My skin tingles wherever his hands go and I lift my hips to help him with the clothes, slowly letting my hands run to the hem of his shirt.

He presses his thumb against my clit, making me jolt at the sudden touch, and leans back to look at my face.

I pull him back on top of me and kiss him deeply, grinding my hips against his hand as heat rushes through every inch of my body.

'I want to fuck you.' He whispers between kisses as he continues to work with his magical hands.

'What's stopping you?' I breathe against his lips, trying to fight the orgasm that threatens to roll through me if he keeps going like this.

His lips curl up as he slowly lowers his face to my chest. I wait for his lips but instead feel his teeth bite into my skin.

I gasp for air, letting the pain take away the pleasure for just a few seconds before I roll my hips into his hand again.

My hands automatically fight to rip the clothes off of the man I love, and I slip one hand into his underwear.

He groans against my lips, making me melt as he continues to rub and bite and kiss.

Just as I'm about to explode, just as everything comes crashing down on me, he removes his hand and lowers his underwear.

I groan because of the sudden loss of friction and watch as he smiles at me.

He like making me wait, I know he does, but right now is not the time.

'Rio-' 'I know.' He brings his lips back to mine and slips right into me, making me gasp against his lips.

He moves his hips slowly, keeping his eyes on mine as our bodies move as one.

I wrap my arms around his waist, wanting him to go deeper, and arch my back just a little.

My toes curl as my orgasm boils up again and I'm unable to keep quiet.

He slows down and buries his head into my neck, biting on my skin to keep me somewhat contained.

'Rafael-' Not even him biting on my skin can stop the bomb in my stomach from exploding if he keeps doing this to me.

'Look at me.' He leans back enough to look at my face as he continues to stroke in and out of me.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, but I try to focus on his eyes. I can feel his hand on my cheek and focus on his touch.

'Come with me.' I moan as he holds my face and continues to move our bodies together.

I roll my hips up a little more, wanting to feel him as deep as he can go, and feel my orgasm getting closer and closer with each breath I take.

My eyes stick to his as the heat overflows and we both explode as we stare into each other's eyes.

My body tingles and I catch my breath before he presses his lips on mine and kisses me deeply.

He groans as he slips out of me and wraps his arms around me before he drops down next to me.

'Was that enough to convince you?' He asks, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

I turn around and look him dead in the eyes, wondering why he had to bring it up again. 'I hate you.'

He chuckles to himself, his chest rumbling, and pulls me closer as if we're not already close enough.

'I want to see my mom.' His hand lays flat on my back, his thumb rubbing my skin just a little. 'When?'

'As soon as possible.' I press my face onto his chest, feeling his heart race against my cheek. 'We'll leave after breakfast.'

My heart starts racing and I smile to myself just for a few seconds, before I place a kiss on his chest. 'Thank you.'

'Anything else?' He asks, his voice soft and caring. Just hold me... 'Hunter needs to get off the island.'

'We'll take him to Spain and lock him up there somewhere.' He explains, placing a kiss on my head. I nod and close my eyes as I try to follow his breathing.

'And?' He asks, probably realizing that I still have shit we have to discuss.

'Isabelle.' I mumble, suddenly feeling tired again.

'Why are you treating Isabelle like a prisoner?' I ask when he goes quiet for a while.

I look up at his face, trying to see if there's a hint of something on there, but he's emotionless.

'I'm not.' 'You won't allow her to leave.' I say, drawing circles on his abs with my fingers. 'If I would treat her like a prisoner, she would be locked up like Steel.'

I roll my eyes and huff as I push myself up, staring straight at him, which makes him smile. 'What do you want me to do?'

'I want you to let her go.' His smile disappears and he simply shakes his head. 'Why not?'

'She's a Steel, she'll go and get us killed the moment I let her run around freely.' He explains, making it sound like it's the obvious reason.

But it's not.

'She won't. She just wants to get out of this mess and move on.' He scoffs and pulls me in his arms instead.

'Rio, I'm-' 'I'll see what I can do, now let me hold my wife and enjoy this moment just a little longer.' He mumbles against my neck, his lips brushing against my skin as he speaks.

'You can hold your wife and still deal-' 'Silence.' I roll my eyes and slump down on his chest, letting his hands rub over my arms and enjoying the release of tension in my muscles.

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A/N: I'm so late and this is so short, I'm so sorry if this sucks, Idk I thought it would be cute and not too much.

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