We’d made a promise to always be there for each other. She’d been my rock, the only person I could turn to for so long, I hate myself for not seeing the signs,” I murmur.
“You know Emilia as the wild child the one who loved to party. That’s who you fell for and I don’t blame you. I remember the day you two met because I’d wanted to go up to you, but of course, I’m the idiot who could barely string two words together, let alone speak to a guy.”
“Amaya.” I ignore his gentle tone and keep going.
“There were times I wanted to tell you of her actions, but I promised I wouldn’t because she was the only person I had at the time. Then when you broke it off with her, she’d been devastated and angry. Once she found out she was pregnant, Emilia seemed to change. As if she wanted to be a good mom. Then about a year after Lincoln was born, she started acting funny. I would go over there and she’d be barely clothed.
“The day I walked into the house and saw her screaming at Lincoln as she tried to drown him, I should have called the cops. I should have, but didn’t, because again of who she is. I’m pathetic. I don’t know. I’m supposed to be this smart cyber chick that can find anything, but I’d been blind to what Emilia was doing this entire time.”
This time when I stop to take a breath, I open my eyes and I open my mouth to start again but I don’t get the chance.
“Sweetness, you’re not an idiot and don’t ever say something like that again about yourself. You’re a beautiful person who sees the good in people rather than the bad,” he rasps.
Standing up, Isaac steps to me, bends and lifts me out of my seat, and then moves to sit back in his. He then shocks me further by placing a kiss to my temple. “Your dad’s a fuckin’ douche and if I ever see him, I’ll be sure to let him get a taste of his own medicine.”
Oh boy.
That isn’t the reaction I expected.
“As for Emilia, I never should have given her the time of day. What I should have done is not fucked around and came to the table you were standing at that night. If I had, I wouldn’t have missed out on time with you.”
Um, what?
“Missed out on time with me?” I murmur.
“Yeah, Sweetness, missed out on time with you. But I’d let my dick lead me and allowed Emilia to charm her way into my bed. Thought for a while I loved her, and I was pissed with myself because I’d see you at the apartment and my chest would tighten. I didn’t understand it then. Shit, until recently I can say I still didn’t understand it. Now I do. I’ve seen what my brothers have and with you I have it too,” he growls the last six words.
“If you hadn’t been with Emilia you wouldn’t have had Lincoln,” I mutter to point the little tidbit out.
“True and this past week having him here has been great. Love the kid. He’s mine through and through. And it’s because of you I get to have that,” he states.
“I didn’t do anything,” I say, shaking my head.
“Yeah, you did, Amaya. You brought him to me. You spent months trying to tell me and because of my own stupidity, I ignored your letters,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to clasp my head in his palms. “Sweetness, don’t you feel?”
“Feel what?” I whisper.
“This, what we have, the connection. My brother, Blaze, his ol’ lady says each soul has two sides and when those two halves meet, it’s as if your heart is being struck by lightning. It’s in this moment you should know you’ve met the other part of your soul. Sweetness, you’re mine.” Tears well in my eyes at his words.
“Tu eres mi alma. El que siempre he querido,” I murmur, knowing he won’t know what I’ve just said.
“Amaya, love it when you talk like that but I don’t know what the fuck you just said and I gotta know,” he growls.
“Pretty much I agreed with you,” I say shyly not wanting to repeat my words to him.
“Good, now we gotta talk about a few other things,” he announces.
At the same time, Whip comes in the room with a grim expression on his face and Lincoln who has a