Less than a few hours later I was packed, loaded and boarding the private jet on my way to Colombia. My father has a few allies here but we also have a lot of enemies. The only thing that’s keeping me from blowing my top is the fact that Miguel is safe at home guarding Madeline.
Miguel had begun blowing up my phone, texts and calls galore but I didn’t know what to say. I just let the calls ring out and watched as the texts began to grow worrisome. Eventually they stopped, I had to trust that he would place his trust in me like I have mine in him. One more message came through just as I sat down on the jet.
Miguel: Are you okay?
I texted back quickly that I was alright and that we would chat when I’ve landed. No more messages came through and there was a part of me that hated that. We ha
