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Con todo mi corazón, por toda mi vida. || CS55

Summary: You were sure of two things in your life, the first is that Carlos loved you and the children with devotion and the second is that he would set the world on fire for you.

cw: Criminal behavior, violence, mention of tantrums. Established relationship, marriage of convenience (?). Mild smut, mild degradation, and filth — if you squint. Poorly translated Spanish, blame Google. Kidnapping, threats, mention of death.

a/n: I love mafia stories and at some point I was going to write about them, so here we are. When it comes to this type of plot, I always prefer Carlos, Lando (wow!) or Max (really, wow!) so of course I would write this with the best smooth operator on the grid Carlos Sainz (insert remaining last names here) Yeah, let's have a part two!

There were less than twenty pages left for you to finish the book, you were eager to finish it, people spoke very highly of Colleen Hoover, the reviews and ratings were mostly positive. So it was an unpleasant surprise to discover that you hated every part, several times you wanted to abandon reading halfway through and read one of your comfort novels, but you were stubborn and hated leaving books unfinished, so you forced yourself to read until the end, cursing every part.

The house around you was silent, the children slept peacefully upstairs, all you heard was the crackling of the flames in the fireplace, Lewis Capaldi on the sound system and the residual noise of the guards outside the house. You yawned, turning the page, rolling your eyes, you couldn't stand that book anymore and you were sure you would never read any of Colleen's books again.

Concentrated as you were on finishing that book, you didn't even notice the dragging noise of the iron gates opening, nor the excited voices of the guards.

But that wasn't important, after all you weren't even paying attention, muttering insults at the protagonists and the author, you would never again subject yourself to the disgust of reading a book like that.

Your reading was interrupted by a sweet kiss, Carlos made sure to get between you and your book, capturing your lips in that urgently soft kiss.

"Estoy en casa, cariño¹". He said as he walked away, you put down the book and finally faced your husband, his usually impeccable suit was stained with mud and blood, which made you alert.

You jumped up and started checking Carlos, looking for injuries or anything else.

"Calm down amor², it's not my blood. I'm fine" He held your hands, kissing your knuckles. "Mantén la calma,³ It's okay, I'm not hurt."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it would just be meetings, no gunshots, no blood."

He clicked his tongue and stole her glass of wine, swallowing the entire red liquid in one gulp.

“You can blame the damn British” he replied and you didn’t ask any further, it wasn’t relevant after all. Carlos was at home, well and without injuries. The rest wasn't important.

Carlos belonged to one of the oldest families in Spain, the history of the Sainz was marked by blood, crimes and many deaths, her husband was the heir to a controversial inheritance, to say the least. You weren't interested in knowing what Carlos did whenever he left the house, and rest assured, he was grateful for your voluntary ignorance. So to know if he had killed someone, if there were drugs and weapons involved in his meetings, as long as he said nothing and was at home, everything was fine.

That was one of the deals you made with him, you could accept his criminal life, you could clean his wounds, provide alibis if they were needed, and in return Carlos would keep things away from you and the kids. You knew how cruel and bloodthirsty your husband could be, you saw firsthand how he could be driven to savagery when they kidnapped his children.

It was there that you understood who Carlos really was and what he was capable of doing.

"Anyway, I was waiting for you to take a shower, no more reading this horrible book for today" you said, turning off the fireplace and turning off the lights, you felt Carlos rest his hand at the base of your spine, you didn't care if his fingers were stained with blood, you knew they would be tender and gentle when dealing with you, with your children.

"Bath... That sounds good to me, mi corazón.⁴" He murmured, guiding you to the upper floor. Carlos made a point of stopping by the twins' room and checking on them both, Elena was wrapped in the blankets, her face was barely visible and Santiago was almost without the blankets, exposed to the autumn cold of Madrid. Carlos kissed and blessed them both, and turned on the night light before leaving the room.

You were already filling the bathtub and had sorted out your skin care products when he arrived. Finally Carlos made his tiredness evident. Carefully, you helped him get rid of the filthy clothes, throwing them into the trash bag already prepared for that, it would be a shame to burn such a good set of Hugo Boss suits, but they were the bones of the job. Carlos dove into the scalding hot tub with a groan of relief, God he was so tired! Taking a shower and sleeping was all he wanted at that moment; He rested his head on the porcelain of the bathtub and closed his eyes, letting all the tiredness and weariness of the day be washed away by the hot water. Carlos gurgled as the water shook around him and you sat on the other end of the tub.

"Ven aquí, bebé⁵" He calls you, still with his eyes closed and feels you slide towards him, the bathtub was big enough for the two of you to move around freely, so you stopped next to him, however Sainz pulled you onto his lap, making you snuggle against his chest. "You were still sleeping when I left, in the morning, I missed you all day." He kissed your jaw line, giving your hips a light squeeze.

You mumbled 'me too', distracted by his touches.

Sweet, gentle silence came between Sweet, soft silence came between the two of you, Carlos rubbing small soft circles on your skin, listening to your response.

Carlos rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your body, you turned in his lap and picked up the bath loofah and liquid soap, there were blood spatters on Carlos' neck and chest. You rubbed the sponge over his chest, wiping away the traces of blood. You didn't ask, you didn't want to know what had happened.

What Carlos did as mafia boss didn't interest you as long as it didn't affect your family life.

You carefully ran the sponge over his scars, aware that Carlos's dark eyes were on you, recording your features as you tended to him. You were the love of his dark and dirty life, the light that made things more tolerable, by God he loved you so much, Carlos would burn the whole world if that would keep you safe.

Your father was an immigrant of humble origins who achieved some success with a grocery store in the suburbs of Madrid, being a devoted husband and an exemplary father it didn't stop him from becoming addicted to betting money on poker games in the Sainz's clandestine casinos.

The man played well and relied too much on luck, his father gained notoriety in casinos, managing to break the bank and win large cash prizes, until the day the luck ran out. Your father gambled away the car, the grocery store and the house. Your mother only found out when some Sainz soldiers showed up at the grocery store and a lieutenant was put in charge of the establishment. You knew when your father said that they would need to move, as he had mortgaged the house to pay off debts. And of course, the mortgage expired, the "bank" took the house and you were homeless. But even that didn't dampen your father's desire for games, on the contrary, he always said he was lucky and began asking for loans from the Sainz, losing increasingly larger amounts.

Carlos discovered you when he stopped by the grocery store to evaluate the establishment on his father's behalf. They needed to know whether the trade could be maintained or would be transformed into something else. You worked at the cash register and tried to be nice to customers, wishing everyone 'good morning' and 'good afternoon'. Until that moment, Carlos thought the concept of "love at first sight" was stupid, and then he saw you, organizing the purchases in a repeat customer's bag, laughing as he told him something. Your smile was beautiful, so bright and spontaneous that Carlos wanted to smile too, he couldn't take his eyes off you, damn you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. He decided that you would be his, somehow, but it would be.

Carlos himself encouraged his father to ask for more money, increasing the "limit" of his loans. And when the debt is already The man had nothing left to negotiate, the house, the grocery store and the car had already been taken, the savings money no longer existed. Carlos presented a way out, he would marry you — combining the useful and the pleasant, because soon he would be in charge of the family and needed to be married and he wanted you, everything was going the way he wanted — and would forgive any debt your father had, he would even think about returning the house and the grocery store, and for that, he should introduce Carlos to you.

Carlos acted carefully, after the "invitation" that your father made for him to have dinner at your house, Carlos became a constant presence in your life. He was in love with you. A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend and two years after the proposal, you were married.

"What are you thinking, mi amor?⁶" You asked, setting the sponge aside, seeing the wrinkle between his eyebrows. Carlos was handsome as hell, he was like the cool wind on a hot day.

"Thinking about the day you discovered what I do for a living" he replied, kissing the palm of your hand, letting his thin beard scratch your skin and making you laugh with a tickle.

"Oh madre de Dios⁷, If I hadn't left, I would definitely have hit your mother's horrible vase on your head." You said and rolled your eyes, but finally smiled.

"I was desperate, you left everything behind, ring, jewelry, cell phone, I didn't know how to find you, I thought you were gone, I was ready to put the world in ashes.

You got goosebumps, you knew how far he could go to get what he wanted. That day, you couldn't say how you ended up in Asturias. You spent that night at the house of Fernando, an old friend of the Sainz family, and made him promise not to say anything to Carlos that night. You heard the rumors, Your husband was searching every hole in the city for you, if before you weren't aware of what Carlos was capable of doing, watching the news and see the trail of blood and bodies that Carlos left around Madrid looking for you were you sure that he was a powerful and dangerous man and he would kill everyone until he found out where you were.

When she returned home, three days later, your husband was in a deplorable state, his characteristic beard was longer, Carlos had an enlarged look and barked angry orders at the men. When he saw you at the door of the mansion, it was as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders; you were hugged like you were extremely precious. The way he kissed you was still fresh in your mind, Carlos kissed you as if you were air and he was suffocating, it was wrong, but you loved knowing how important you were to him.

"I almost killed Alonso when I found out he covered for you, I was crazy for three days, my father was thinking about doping me." He confessed, shaving the stubble on your face, hearing you moan at the contact.

"Those were chaotic days."

He murmured his agreement and you enjoyed the rest of the bath in peace, the soft aura being replaced by slow, devouring desire. The water was cold, but fuck it, you were hot as hell and when the fat tip of his cock hit your g-spot, the heat that warmed you was immense. Carlos stamped hickeys on his chest, neck and shoulders, there were teeth marks on her breasts and finger bruises on her hips and thighs.

"Te amo, te amo mucho, vida mía⁸" he murmured, slamming his hips against yours, making you see stars and moan loud enough to be heard. "Qué preciosa, mi amor⁹" he kept saying and you came hard around him, your walls pressing down on his cock, making Carlos cum inside you.

The next day, you woke up with Carlos fixing the cufflinks on his shirt cuffs, he was holding his cell phone between his cheek and shoulder, distracted as he looked at the garden through the window.

"Lando, your lieutenant disrespected me, if I didn't beat him up, I would lose the respect of my men, just like any of us should do in a situation like that." You might hate his work, but you loved it when he took on the role of crime boss. You wrapped the sheet around yourself and watched him get ready for work.

"Business is still going as far as I'm concerned, Lando. I can transport the cargo to Morocco..." His voice cut off, probably at Lando's response. "Send the cargo to La Coruña and I'll take care of the rest, as an act of good will... Muy bien, entonces eso está arreglado¹⁰... Mira¹¹, It's time for you to learn Spanish, cabrón¹²"

The two exchanged a few more words and Carlos left his cell phone on the sofa, finishing getting dressed.

"Buenos días¹³ mi amor" You said, standing up, you were still so sleepy, but you needed to get dressed before Santiago and Elena came running into the room. Carlos stopped what he was doing and crossed the room in two steps before kissing you, so lovingly that you whimpered.

"Buenos días mi tesoro¹⁴, ¿dormiste bien¹⁵?" He murmured, tying the silk robe you wore.

"Very-..." You started to say and were interrupted by Elena who ran into the room and jumped into Carlos' lap.

"¡Buenos dias papi! ¹⁶ Santi and I wanted to wait up for you, but mami ¹⁷ wouldn't let us" Elena spoke with a pout, she was daddy's little girl, Carlos was incapable of denying anything Elena asked, the girl had inherited his needy looks.

"Mami was right, mi ángel, you will always see daddy in the morning, you don't need to stay up late." He said, showering the girl with kisses and tickles. You were wrapped in Santiago's arms, the boy still had his eyes closed and was wearing rocket pajamas. While Elena was Carlos' heart, Santi was your little boy, always glued to you.

"Oh, good morning, bebé" You stroked his hair, Carlos was late for work, the twins had to go to school and you needed to go to university, but honestly, you didn't care, the world could end there, you would die happy. You rested your head on Carlos' shoulder as you spoke to Santiago, the boy letting you know that he had soccer practice in the afternoon and Elena was going to swim.

"So you guys need to take a shower, ninito¹⁸" you said, seeing your son grumble before heading to his own room.

"You also have to go to the shower, Dulzura" Your husband put your daughter on the floor and Elena also went to the bedroom, the girl barely crossed the door and you were attacked by Carlos, he distributed kisses on your lips, recreating the marks on your neck.

"My mother will come to pick up the twins today, mi vida... and you be prepared, because I'm going to give you another baby tonight, I won't stop until you're full." He promised in a husky voice, leaving you looking forward to the night. "I'll see you at night, tesoro."

Carlos put on his jacket and left, leaving you behind, needy, anxious and excited. You threw yourself on the bed, hearing Santi ask if you needed to put on your uniform tie. You laughed, and so Mrs. Sainz's day began.

——

You bent down to fix your uniforms, Elena and Santiago shared the chocolate you had stolen from the car. Elena gave you a quick kiss and walked in when she saw her friends at the school entrance.

"Bye-bye mami!" she shouted, running to the school, you waved even though you knew she wouldn't see it. Santiago was still waiting to say goodbye to you.

"Take care of your sister, Santi... And don't let your father know, but if that boy pulls her hair, hurt him too, okay? I'll talk to the director."

Santiago he nodded, becoming a mini copy of his father, he was so similar to Carlos that it made you doubt where your genetics were in him. You gave a proud smile and indicated the entrance.

"I'll see you later, mami?"

"You bet I do, baby"

You waited until the school gates closed and there were no more students there, you were on your way to your car when you felt a painful blow to the back of your head and the before falling, you thought about how much blood Carlos would rain down on Madrid until he found you.

To be continued...

Glossary:

I'm home, baby;

Love;

Stay calm;

My heart;

Come here, baby;

My love;

Oh mother of God;

I love you, I love you so much, my life;

How beautiful, my love;

Very well, then it's settled;

Look;

Bastard;

Good morning;

My treasure;

Did you sleep well?;

Daddy;

Mommy;

Little boy;

Sweetness;

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Like a Lullaby || TW

summary: all the weight of being the head of a large illicit organization fell from his shoulders when Toto got home. He wasn't a wanted man when he was with you and Jack, he was just your husband, father of your child. Being home, dealing with his worry and watching Jack sleep was sweet, sweet like a lullaby.

cw: Few mentions of criminal acts, family life, cuteness and Toto being sweetly annoying, mild anguish, but nothing too painful, small conflict, quick and smooth resolution.

a/n: no surprise there's another story in an alternative universe on this blog, everyone knows I'm a sucker for alternative stories, arrest me if it's a crime, and of course we would have mafia! Toto here, and I hope you love my new baby

He stretched his body, there was too much tension in his shoulders and Toto felt so tired, he was sure he would sleep for weeks if he could. He decided to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom and wore a sweatshirt, he didn't want you to have to deal with blood and bruises; by God, he just wanted to lay with you and sleep until the end of the world.

But of course, things rarely went as he expected, he might be king on the streets of London, but at home he was just a commoner, and fuck if that didn't make him immensely happy. Toto found you in Jack's room, you were sitting on the carpet, Jack was sitting between your legs, Jack had convinced you to read The Chronicles of Narnia to him a few weeks ago and the boy was obsessed with the story, Edmund was his favorite Pevensie.

Toto walked carefully and wrapped his arms around you both, taking the book from your hands. You smelled the still fresh soap coming from him and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jack didn't mind the change either, it was a routine custom in the Wolff house, Toto kissed your temple lightly and continued reading exactly where you left off,keeping his voice in the tone that warmed you, giving you the feeling of home. Just under an hour, Jack was sleeping so soundly that he was making small snores, and he grunted when Toto moved him to the bed, you covered the boy with the comforter and he placed his favorite stuffed animal on the corner of the bed, Jack rolled over until he was comfortable and continued sleeping.

"Good job, husband, you're good at being a father." You said, resting your head on his arm, Toto wrapped his arms around you, watching Jack sleep peacefully.

"Isn't it? I'm getting good at this, I think I can change careers, I think I'd be a great family coach, what do you think?" he said with false arrogance. You covered your mouth, stifling your laugh. "I'm serious, I'm going to write a script and think about some speeches."

"Of course, I think people will love it, seeing a wanted man lecturing on how to be a good father."

You turned on the night light and the two of you left Jack's room, closing the door carefully as you went to your suite. "If you took a shower downstairs, things were bad today, weren't they?"

Toto looked at you sideways, not wanting to answer you, but as soon as you entered the room, you stopped in front of him and waited for his answer.

"Okay, they didn't turn out as I expected, but don't worry, don't get involved, let me deal with the bad stuff" Toto kissed your forehead, trying to dissuade you, even though he knew it was a losing battle; you were always aware of Toto's shady dealings, you married him knowing that your husband was a wanted man and involved in illicit things. And honestly? Everything was fine, Toto had promised to keep things away from you and Jack, you always knew on what terms your husband lived.

"Do you have any injuries? Did you get hurt?" You tried to lift his shirt to see if there were any bruises or anything, but Toto hugged you and laughed.

"I'm fine, schatzi, there's nothing that needs stitches or bandages, relax" he assured, kissing her face. "you worry for nothing"

You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest, which only made Toto laugh and rub the area he hit.

"You know I'll never chill with you on the streets, so don't ask me to take it easy, okay? You crossed your arms and made your lip stick out in a pout, which he couldn't resist kissing. "Don't try to soften me up, Torger. I may not meddle in your business, but that doesn't mean I won't worry, so don't tell me to relax."

Toto stepped back a little, seeing the wrinkle between his eyebrows increase.

"You deal with dangerous things every day, when you walk out that door, I don't know what the rest of the day will be like" she said quickly, gesturing a lot, Toto sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you to stand between his legs "I don't know what to expect, maybe I'll come back from work and find Lewis and Nico with bad news, or the police, I don't know! I take Jack to school thinking about how I would tell him if something happened to you, how I would deal with him, how I would deal with it!"

Toto knew it would be cruel to say that you knew all this when you agreed to marry him, you never judged him, you never reprimanded the type of work he had, you just accepted all the burden that came with it and loved it, and continued to love it unconditionally. He couldn't rebuke your concern, you had a son and it would all be on your shoulders if something happened to him, your concern was valid, your fear was valid and he needed to be fair with all of this and with you.

"I know, I'm also afraid of not coming home, of leaving you two alone and I work hard to come back every day, even though I'm all fucked up in pain, I'll still be here for you, even if I drag myself, I won't leave my family."

He rested his hands on your hips, making circles on your skin under your pajamas, you were still distressed.

"I promised I'd be here for you and Jack, and I'll keep that."

"I know I'm acting dramatic and everything, but..."

"It's okay, I know you're worried and I like that you worry about me."

"Toto!"

He laughed, making you sit on his thigh "You know honey, I'm a tough guy, no one's going to take me down that easy, You'll still have to buy me a lot of rye bread and you'll wake up completely wrapped in my arms." he assured. "Trust me, I will always come back to you."

You remained silent, enjoying the calm of the night, shaken only by your breathing.

His calloused palms ran across your skin, spreading warmth and a feeling of familiarity, giving you comfort. "I knew that when I married you and I may be being hypocritical for being worried... I'm just afraid."

"It's okay, there's no need to apologize, you handle this better than I imagined and I knew that after five years together, you would reach the limit at some point." Toto confessed. "Relax."

You nodded, feeling all the tiredness of the day accumulate, urgently needing long hours of sleep.

"Come on Mrs. Wolff, you need to sleep."

"I'm not going to object to that, I'm really tired" Toto picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you before laying down next to you, he made sure to snuggle you against him, humming a lullaby that his mother sang when he was younger. Toto would give everything he had to make sure you were safe, that Jack wouldn't be afraid, he worked hard for that, he made people fear his name to guarantee your peace and tranquility. He would be the bad guy in the story, if all this left you and Jack safe and sound.

He would be the villain in people's stories, that was fine, he could handle it, anything went for his family, anything.

De todo corazón, para toda mi vida. || CS55

Summary: You were sure of two things in your life, the first is that Carlos loved you and the children with devotion and the second is that he would set the world on fire for you.

cw: Criminal behavior, violence, mention of tantrums. Established relationship, marriage of convenience (?). Mild smut, mild degradation, and filth — if you squint. Poorly translated Spanish, blame Google. Kidnapping, threats, mention of death. Stalking, obsessive behavior, mention of fire

a/n: I admit, this might be my favorite since I started on Tumblr, I loved it. Pay attention to the triggers, thank you 🫶🏼 I don't intend to use any other pilots as antagonists, so no names will be said here.

Previously...

You waited until the school gates closed and there were no more students there, you were on your way to your car when you felt a painful blow to the back of your head and the before falling, you thought about how much blood Carlos would rain down on Madrid until he found you.

Now

The first time you woke up, you were in the trunk of a car, and from the way the vehicle was moving, you assumed they were on one of the country's many highways; even with your feet and hands tied, you crashed until the car driver stopped, probably on the shoulder of the road. You take advantage of the opportunity to put your foot in the face of the man who opened the trunk, he cursed in Spanish and slapped you a few times, not without ensuring that the black bag over your head continued to prevent you from seeing where they were or who they were. You only felt the sting on your neck and it didn't take long for you to be hit by the induced sleep.

The second time you woke up, you were hanging by your wrists in an abandoned warehouse, the lack of light in the place prevented you from trying to know what time it was. You looked at your situation, the chains around your wrists hurt, and you understood that trying to free yourself would only make the injuries worse, your shoulders and arms hurt and you felt the back of your neck — the place of the first blow — throb painfully. However, despite everything you remained calm, you knew that Carlos would find you, he would always find you.

You were staring at the nearest column, thinking about who picked your kids up from school and when exactly Carlos noticed you missing. You looked for your jewelry, there were no signs of your wedding ring, engagement ring or earrings, your turquoise necklace was also missing from your neck, i.e., all the locators that Carlos had given you had been discarded and their location was a mystery. You sighed, this would drive Carlos crazy. These thoughts left you distracted enough not to notice the entry of four men, all masked, not that that would stop Carlos from killing each one of them, whether he knew their identities or not, You looked at the group and despite being perfectly aware that Carlos would save you, you didn't stop feeling afraid, until he found you, a lot could happen.

One of them approached you and grabbed your chin, making your head turn to the left, where there was the mark of the slaps you received in the car and blood from your bruised lip. The man clicked his tongue negatively and moved away, but not enough to make you feel comfortable.

"Mrs. Sainz, I apologize for my men's behavior, I was clear that you should not suffer harm, or rather" he sniffed an amused laugh "more harm than necessary, We don’t want to cause any more commotion for your husband.”

"I appreciate your concern, but it's not that necessary, since they'll be dead soon" you said, moving your shoulders to try to lessen the pain.

The sound of the chains being pulled made you alert and you grunted in pain as you were hoisted higher. Fuck if that didn't hurt.

"You have a pretty smart mouth, don't you, Mrs. Sainz?" He teased, indicating for the chains to rise further, to the point where you no longer felt the ground beneath your feet, and that made you desperate. If your arms weren't already hurting, being lifted without contact with the ground would make things worse.

You huffed, trying to ease the pain in your limbs, but it wasn't enough, the pain was increasing considerably "you know, I needed to win my husband over somehow" you replied.

“I see how…” he replied, and you deliberately ignored his derogatory tone. "Well, now we just have to wait for your esteemed husband to do what we're talking about, or he won't hear that smart mouth teasing him anymore" he chuckled "if that was ever an option"

And you were left alone in the warehouse, hoisted almost a meter above the ground, in pain and very thirsty, if hell were like that, you were starting to rethink your actions in life. Then, very ironically, you began to pray that Carlos would be quick.

He was in the middle of a meeting, Carlos was about to acquire shares in the largest private bank in Spain, a clean deal to keep justice away, expenses declared in the federal revenue, real employees and everything a legitimate business needed. Negotiations were moving slowly, the shareholder was trying to extract more advantages over Carlos, and this was pushing him to the limit. So receiving images of his wife chained to a beam didn't make his mood any more malleable.

He looked at the photos desperately, trying to see how you were or identify the warehouse, and as if Carlos wasn't already on the verge of exploding at the photos, the message below the photos did the job of igniting the bombshell that Carlos Sainz was.

‘I was confused for a moment, what was it about this dull girl that caught your attention? Well, it doesn't matter, you know what we want, increase the payment term or or you will receive pieces of your girl in gift boxes.’

That made Carlos literally growl with hatred, they had messed with one of the few things Carlos cared about, making the monster inside him demand retaliation, demand his wife back and he would be damned if he didn't bring you home safe and sound. He tried to speak to his security guards, but there were no answers, no one answered him and this only made him even angrier. While he was activating the elevator, Carlos made some calls, moving all the men he had at his disposal, sending them to his children's school, Carlos called his father, asking the Sainz patriarch to pick up the twins from school and take care of them, without exposing what had happened to you.

Caco, was next to him, trying to find out what had happened to his security guards, why weren't any of them answering? Why didn't they stop the kidnapping? He made calls to the school where the twins studied, the day's recordings could clarify the doubts that were emerging.

"Did you get anything?" He asked his cousin when they entered the car, Caco He gave a frustrated sigh as he started the SUV's engine and headed to the mansion, where Carlos had already given instructions to some of his most loyal men to wait for him.

"The school's cameras were undergoing maintenance, I had the buildings next door checked, one of my men said that there were several bodies spread out on the school's avenue, that is, no eyewitnesses" he explained, driving without caring about the traffic or the red light at the traffic lights, Carlos violently slapped the dashboard, to vent some of his anger and despair; Carlos couldn't distance himself from the guilt he felt, it was his fault, none of this would have happened to you if he had been more careful, and he was paying for his mistake, dealing with the possibility of losing you once and for all.

But he would bring hell to Earth before he lost you, and may God have mercy on whoever hurt you.

When he arrived home, Carlos had more news, his bodyguards had been executed at the north exit of the city and one of the hackers working for Carlos warned that the tracker signals in the jewelry you wore had disappeared. He roared in anger.

"I search all the holes in this city, talk to all the rats, beat and kill whoever is necessary, someone must know who took my wife. Make it clear that I will turn this city into hell if anyone is covering for the bastard who took Y/N from me" he ordered, seeing the men disperse. "Caco, talk to the security secretary, bribe him, threaten, do the devil, but make him cooperate, he owes us so let's demand it."

The lieutenant nodded, it was a job to do personally "I spoke to Charles and he said that Pierre closed the borders with Spain, if anyone tries to cross with his wife, he will know"

"Eso está bien, bien"¹ Carlos stammered, calling the hacker to the office while his cousin went on a mission. "Where was the car found, exactly?"

Ollie Bearman was a phenomenal hacker who was in Spain as a favor from Lewis to Carlos a few weeks ago, and Sainz was trying to convince the boy to stay and command the family's cyber operations. "It's an exit to the interior of the state, they could have gone anywhere there, I managed to move some soldiers to check the nearby cities, I'll bring news in a few hours"

Carlos sank into the chair, he knew that every second was valuable and the chances of finding you alive were decreasing, increasing the anger and fear within him

Later, the news reported the chaos that the Spanish capital was in, a frightening trail of blood and bodies through the city streets, a warning to whoever was with you. The population was afraid of going out into the street and ending up being involved in this frightening wave of brutal violence that Carlos was inciting; the government had directed its army to calm the situation, but it was very effective, the military did not know the city's alleys and alleys like Carlos' people did. The mafioso successfully conveyed his message, people gave clues, told the rumors they heard. In one day, Carlos managed to exterminate more than half of the city's petty criminals.

Caco returned hours later, the bloodstains on the lieutenant's white shirt made it clear that the conversation had been a little more energetic than it should have been "the secretary sent some agents to meet Y/N and tried to negotiate some terms of the agreement, but I managed to convince him that it was an act of solidarity"

At that moment, Carlos was nothing more than a beast, he himself had gone to the place where his jewelry had been discarded, very far from where his security guards' car was found. Nothing useful had been found.

He was listening to what his cousin had gotten from the secretary when his cell phone vibrated with the arrival of a new message, which contained only one attachment: a photo where you were chained to a beam, there was blood staining your pink t-shirt, your face was covered with a black bag, and there was a small stain of blood on the floor below you.

Carlos swallowed his anger and analyzed the photo, you were in an abandoned warehouse, but nothing revealed what the warehouse's previous activities had been, there was no one near you either, no one he could recognize. He checked you and noticed a subtle detail, your necklaces, rings and bracelets were indeed gone, but your delicate silver anklet rested forgotten on your left foot, and that gave him hope. Carlos was a careful man, few of your jewelry did not have trackers, just as the twins also wore bracelets with trackers. Carlos went straight to the suite he shared with you, he thought all of your jewelry had been discarded but the anklet was still there so he could track you; Carlos took the tablet and opened the location program, activating the small sensor on your ankle bracelet, seeing the red dot glow in the industrial district, northeast of Madrid. Hope shook his heart, he would have you back.

Ollie managed to unravel the encryption that hid the sender of the message. A cocaine dealer who had open debts and thought that kidnapping and attacking you would make Carlos extend the deadline. He only managed to hasten his own death.

Carlos was a strategic man, he didn't let his emotions take control of his decisions, so he left the photo with Ollie, in case of any eventuality and took a shower, called his children and organized the weapons; he liked practical weapons, namely pistols and semiautomatics, that could be attached to his holsters and hips. He didn't like carrying weapons in slings, it wasn't elegant.

"You will stay, if I die, you are my successor until Santi grows up and decides if this is what he wants to do" he ordered the lieutenant before getting into the car, a small group would follow with him. "As for that mouse's family... Kill them all"

The McLaren left the property at speed, roaring like a monster, declaring the immeasurable and cold fury that consumed the head of the Sainz family.

You no longer felt your arms, the pain was so intense that it numbed your limbs, you had been attacked again, because Carlos set the city on fire after you, and he had not extended the time, as demands had been made; you were breathing hard as you were thirsty and your ribs hurt. You were so tired, but feared sleeping, your captor made it clear that the attacks had stopped, but that he would not contain his men if they tried anything against you. Any noise made you alert, rats scurried under your feet and by God, you could smell the horrible smell of cockroaches, you hated to think that your faith and determination were breaking they broke as time passed. Speaking of time, you didn't even know how long you had been there, hours or days, the notion of time was so nebulous.

To distract yourself from the panic that was growing without stopping, you wondered who picked Elena and Santiago up from school, if they had lunch, or if they knew what had happened. You hoped no one had said it, Elena was sensitive and would cry non-stop and Santiago would be catatonic. It was better to prevent your twins from suffering this stress, because you would be saved.

I needed to believe that until the last second.

The chains shook hard, making your arms and hands vibrate with pain, and then you fell, twisting your ankle; you were being dragged across the filthy floor in a hurry, the cracks of gunfire kept you alert, your husband had arrived, Carlos hadn't left you. Even though you were weak and in pain, you struggled, trying to loosen the chains, but a strong slap made you slower and more docile, making it easier to drag you along the ground.

You felt something press against your temple and you were suddenly lifted up.

"I expected nothing less than El Matador" The kidnapper said, and you heard the security lock being deactivated, a cold shiver made you whimper, there was no more pride, vanity or anything left, you were afraid of dying there, there was still so much you wanted to do with your family. "Don't come any closer or I'll blow her brains out."

"You can try" Carlos said, there was so much anger in his voice, so much hate that you barely recognized his voice. "Te llevaré a casa, cariño, lo prometo"

You cried, trying to free yourself, but you received a butt against the back of the head, and then passed out. You didn't hear Carlos' frightening scream, nor did you see him jump at you and the kidnapper. He managed to get the drug dealer away from you and landed a series of powerful punches on the man's face, seeing you get hit with a butt was the final point to let everything bad out. Minutes later, he left with you on his lap, carrying you with such care that he was afraid you would break. You woke up just when the warehouse exploded, ending the life of whoever had kidnapped you once and for all

"I knew you would come..." you said tiredly, snuggling against his chest, ignoring the jolts of pain that made your body shake "I never doubted it"

"I would never leave you, mi amor, I will always come for you, always." He promised, looking at you, trying to wipe the dried blood from your face. "I'm sorry about that, I should have been more careful, put more men in your security."

"it's not your fault-..." You coughed and tried to sleep, but he stopped you. "We're coming home, hermosa, do not sleep"

Despite everything, you felt safe, you were finally with Carlos and you were going home, you would see your children, you would be grateful for the new chance you had gained. A doctor was waiting when you got home, you were inspected completely, several tests were done and you just wanted to get some rest before seeing the twins, Carlos didn't allow you to sleep until the doctor approved, he gave you a bath, dressed you and let you sleep to talk to the doctor.

"There are no fractures, fortunately, just more serious abrasions and bruises. She will be fine in a few weeks, let her rest fully, keep her hydrated" the doctor explained, delivering the prescription with pain medication. He let his cousin take the doctor to the door and went to see you, Carlos found you hugging his pillow, a wrinkle of pain present on your face, but the relief of being home was almost an aura around him.

Carlos sat on the bed, brushing the hair that fell into his face, watching you sleep peacefully. He had killed every man in that warehouse with his bare hands, your husband made your name become a threat to Spain, the neighboring countries prepared for a civil war that could spread, he would lead the country to ashes for you and let everyone know that.

"I will take care of you, our family forever, mi amor, with all my heart, for all my life.

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I'll take you home love, I promise.

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