Loving Vicente

XVIII

VICENTE’S POV:

It was the day I had been waiting for. Daniella and I were going to leave today and finally start our life together. I had to talk with my dad and tell him everything. I couldn't leave with all these questions unanswered.

He was due to arrive soon, so I made my way into his office and glanced through his files one last time. I was determined to find something, anything.

I let out a huff of frustration as I realize this was getting me nowhere. "Looking for something?" I hear my father's voice echo against the walls of his office.

Turning around, I catch sight of him leaning against the door. "Father. We need to talk." I say, stepping out from behind his desk.

"And what exactly do we need to talk about?" He steps further into the room, his stare is unwavering. "Did you know?" I ask, gritting my teeth. My father circles me, stopping just a few feet away.

"Know about what?" He asks, sussing me out. "Luis said he killed my mother. Is that true?" I'm met with a stoic expression, not an inch of surprise floods his features. My stomach drops as the realization hits me.

"Dad, no," I say with a shake of my head. "I did what I had to do, Vicente. Please understand." I felt bile rise in my throat as I listen to the words leaving his mouth. I burst out of his office and into my room.

Grabbing out my duffel bag, I head to my car and start loading my things up. As I walk back inside, I realize I have yet to grab my passport. I walk back into my dad's office, he was no longer there.

I punch in the safe combination, grabbing out my things. When I stand, my father clocks me clean across the face causing me to stumble back. "I didn't want things to come to this son." I regain my balance, a newfound anger ripping through my chest.

"Father, move out of my way. I can't stand to be in this prison a second longer!" He lets out a dark laugh, infuriating me even more.

"Prison? Do you know how many young men would kill for the things you have? You should be thanking me for ridding you of that awful bitch." He hisses.

"Don't talk about her like that! She's pregnant with your grandson or granddaughter. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Something flashes in his eyes for a split second, making me almost believe he might just let me go.

I lunge past him but he's quicker. He grabs me by my shoulders and slams me hard into the floor of his office. My back is pressed up against the floor, my arms pinned to my side. I thrash against his hold trying to overpower him but it's no use.

"Dad, please don't do this." I grit out, trying to find some type of remorse in his eyes. When I'm met with the cold, hard reality of his emotionless gaze, I surrender.

As his grip on me loosens, I take the opportunity to knee him in the side and out of the way. He groans in pain, gripping at his ribs.

Just as I'm about to make it to the office doors, I hear a gun ring out and feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. A dark, red spot blossoms on my dress shirt. Looking back, I lock eyes with my dad.

"You would kill me, father? Your blood?" Anger flashes in his eyes, "I didn't sacrifice my wife for an ungrateful s**t to come and destroy my legacy."

I grip my shoulder as I begin to feel faint from the loss of blood. "I never asked you to do that. You can't hold me accountable."

Everything I say is useless. He deflects every one of my answers, denying me. With the last bit of fight left in me, I charge towards him. c*****g my fist back, I swing at him.

He steps out of the way, dodging my hit. "You're bleeding fast, son. I could get the medic as long as you comply." I shake my head, "I won't give her up. I'm leaving this place whether you like it or not."

He smacks his teeth together, mumbling a slew of cuss words. "Just remember, it didn't have to be this way, Vicente." He steps towards me, his hands gripping around my neck.

I fight against him, headbutting him in his face. His grip on my neck doesn't let up as he begins to cut off my circulation. I struggle against him as black dots slowly start to appear.

A bright white light comes towards me, making me feel utterly calm. I hear a woman's voice calling me, "Vicente." She said softly. Could it be? Is this the end? Everything around me slowly starts to fade black as I lose consciousness.