When Sofía left, I broke. When she died, it killed something in me. I knew I'd never love again...I'd never allow myself. My emotions were things to be conquered, not felt. On the outside, I had it all-- a successful investment firm, money, power, and beautiful women. Inside, I was a cold, unfeeling thing. My walls were high, my darkness hidden.
Isabella sees the darkness in me and like a mirror wrapped in barbed wire, we expose each other's truths, in all their unflinching ugliness. For the first time in years, I feel more than anger and emptiness. With my Hermosa Muerte, Beautiful Death, I am finally among the living. She makes me want to stand in the light and I'll never let that go... never let her go again.
Our pasts may have brought us together, but in order to have a future, we have to let it go. Even if that means murder.
