𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 [𝐓𝐖𝐎]

ten

Achilles Andino sat in his room with the lights off.

He was overthinking again.

What if I never see her again?
What if they come back for her?
What if im never able to count her freckles again?

That last thought terrified him more than anything.

The door suddenly opened and light flooded the room as Alexio waltzed in with a sleeping Adriana on his shoulder.

Adriana Lucas. Now Andino.

She was found by their grandparents in a alleyway a year ago.

The two elders were too old to take care of a one year old so they considered their son as a last resort.

Dallas Martin was a noble man.

After finding the love of his life when he was seventeen he felt like his life was complete.

He took her last name, had two children who were the best he could ever ask for, and had a beautiful wife to back it all up.

After Adriana was introduced to the family, they were in love.

Lyra Andino had already gotten her tubes tied and was in no interest of giving birth to anymore kids.

Although she did always want a daughter.

They adopted Adriana on May, 23 of last year.

(an: i don't have an exact year for when this is taking place.)

Alexio turned the lights on as Adriana unconsciously drummed her small fingers on his cheek.

He set up the pillows around a sleeping Adriana as Achilles started to remove her onesie, knowing how fussy she gets when she's overheated.

Alexio finished setting up the pillow barrier for her and moved to sit on the floor.

"Why do you insist on sitting on the floor?" Achilles questioned with a chuckle as he positioned Adriana in a more comfortable position.

Since Alexio didn't have his note pad he shrugged and leaned his head against the cool sheets.

Achilles relaxed backwards and glanced at the quote burned onto his forearm.

Most people thought it was a tattoo.

But no, it was burned onto his skin.

"Don't Wait, Don't Hesitate."

The quote made him sick to his stomach.

He glanced at the other name burned into his skin.

Ria.

Sat on his left forearm in small lettering.

After that horrible night The Bad Men caught a whiff of how much Achilles cared for Vittoria.

So just in spite of him, they burned her name on him.

Unknown to Achilles, they did the same to her.

It hurt more than normal. It almost burned him to the bone.

It was worse than branding. It was pure torture.

But he couldn't do anything about it.

Alexio heard the door open downstairs and his brows furrowed.

"Aren't mom and dad in Charlotte?" Achilles questioned sitting up.

Alexio nodded and all hell broke loose.