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No way was he allowed to see her. Mustn't know of her existence because once he did, Mira would no longer be his only leverage. I couldn't allow that.

"Stay here and don't make a fuss!", I ordered Isalie in a cold voice and it hurt me how irritated she looked at my words, but the tension that my father triggered in me could hardly be contained anymore.

I could almost feel him summoning everything dark again and even my butterfly didn't have enough strength to stop my rising hatred in the slightest.

I hurriedly put my bathrobe back on, looked again urgently at Isalie, who was already wearing her bathrobe again and was hugging it tightly, so I quickly walked to the door.

Her gaze burned into my back and I just hoped that bastard would be gone quickly.

As soon as I opened the door, I caught his eye and stepped closer to him, after quietly closing the door behind me.

"What do you want here all the time?!" I growled at him with a coldness that only he could release in me, but he didn't change his face. On the contrary!

His filthy gaze darted across the bathroom door and back to me, and with the sick memories of my childhood, I had the sickening idea that he might even have overheard us.

I was just about to grab him by the collar of his ugly red jacket, trembling with rage, but he raised his hands in surrender and took a step back.

"Emilio!" he admonished with a touch of arrogance, looking at me blankly as usual. "I'm here because you have something to do," he added, taking an envelope from his inside jacket pocket. "Tonight. Alone! I don't want any witnesses!"

Still glaring at him hatefully, I opened the envelope and then looked down at the piece of paper where I saw only an address and the name Jaime.

"And why does this Jaime have to die?" I asked without expression and searched his gaze again.

"He thinks he could sell guns to the small drug dealers here in Alicante. Of course cheaper than me. I don't tolerate any competition!"

Yes, my father was like that. It was he who brooked no competition, but it was I who had the blood on his hands.

"Will do," I just gave him back quickly, nodding past him down the dark hallway. I wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. "Now fuck off!"

"Who is she?" he asked suddenly and when I realized what a disgusting grin he was wearing, I immediately dropped the letter on the floor and grabbed his collar with such force that he immediately surprised me with his eyes widening looked.

But the worst part was that I had just revealed to him that there was someone in my life who meant something to me again after a long time!

Fuck!

"Bring her to dinner," he smirked and I struggled to control myself, which was easier said than done. My hands on his collar were shaking. My heart kept pounding against my ribs and I had the dull feeling that I could hardly catch my breath.

I even enjoyed the thought of putting a bullet in him for a brief moment, but thanks to common sense alone I let go of him and pointed to the stairs again.

"Go! Before I change my mind! And don't you dare interfere in my private life one more time!"

He nodded, but I could literally see him thinking about tying me even closer to him. He needed me, I didn't need him. That was the big difference between us.

His times were over. He was old, unable to make a name for himself on the street. I did and he knew it. Mira was his only leverage, but only limited because he knew I was aware that he would never kill her.

With my butterfly, it would be capable of anything, and that's exactly why I'm already blaming myself for bringing it here in the first place!

As soon as he disappeared down the hall, I turned around and took a few calming breaths until after a few moments the trembling stopped and I walked over to the bathroom door.

I opened them and immediately saw Isalie lying in the hot tub with her eyes closed. She relaxed and the sight of her calmed me in a way I had never felt before.

As quickly as my father had just chased me back into the deepest abyss, she pulled me out of the darkness just as quickly.

"Your father?" she asked suddenly and only then did our eyes meet and I closed the door behind me.

"Yes," I replied, slowly walking toward the hot tub while she seemed very thoughtful. "But it's all right," I tried to calm her down, but I couldn't fool her.

Everyone else... But not you... Not anymore...

"Your eyes tell me something else," she said calmly, not letting my gaze go for a second. Not even when I took off my bathrobe and got into the whirlpool in front of her.

But of course her cheeks took on that tender pink again without having to look at my cock, which I already loved so much.

"What are my eyes telling you?" I replied, almost breathing, and wanted to make myself comfortable towards her, but suddenly she grabbed my wrist and carefully pulled me towards her, where she turned me around and I now took a seat between her legs.

Very gently she pulled me back by my shoulders so that I was lying on my back on her chest and resting the back of my head on her shoulder.

This was really completely new to me and although it was just that I was lying in her delicate arms and staring at the white ceiling, I felt so safe on the one hand, but also totally vulnerable on the other.

It was a defuse feeling, but I trusted her and let it go without a second thought.

"Your eyes tell me that you have to endure a lot," she breathed into my ear from behind, wrapping her arms around my upper body, stroking gentle circles with her fingertips.

"Doesn't everyone have to do that," I whispered and immediately I felt her head shake behind me.

"Not me," she said, and then it happened that I got up slightly to turn around to face her.

I scrutinized her slightly blue cheek and immediately saw that she knew that everyone had their burdens to bear.

"I don't know what you're doing to me, Emilio," she then whispered into the emerging silence, looking down into the water as if she were searching for the right words in it. "But even if everything in my life suddenly seems so much more complicated, I feel better than ever. I feel alive with you. Just that I can talk to you so openly. I don't know why that is." , she murmured slightly awkwardly and I immediately grinned at her, turning my entire body to face her so that I could squeeze between her legs underwater and she looked at me with wide eyes.

Oh god, that innocence stayed a part of her no matter how open she could seem to be and it made me hornier than ever.

"Maybe with me you just know that nothing about you could shock me. You can be who you are without even a hint of judgement," I explained, bringing my lips ever closer to hers so that I could could see her holding her breath.

"It could be," she breathed breathlessly, wrapping her arms gently around my neck to pull me a little closer, and we fell into a passionate kiss that tore us both further down the abyss.

I didn't know why she felt so safe with me, even though her life must have been in more danger from me than ever before. But I knew exactly why I wanted her and why I couldn't imagine being without her for just one day.

She was the only one who took me as I was, without asking anything of me... without wanting to change... without doubting who I was or my name... She saw me, with all the pain and she didn't give a damn about my power, my wealth, or my prestige.

She didn't want any of this.

She just wanted me.