Protecting Daniella

27- The deal

Daniella's P.O.V.

Flashback...

"Miguel stop!" I pleaded with him as I followed him in the parking garage in New York.

"Dani, what the hell are you doing here? You know it's not safe."

"You can't do this. I am begging you to come back to California with me. Please, let's pack up our stuff in California and leave... just you and me and we can go on the run together."

"What kind of life is that? We will constantly be looking over our shoulders. I refuse to live like that, Dani. I'm doing this for you, so we can live at peace and hopefully one day have a normal life."

"But at what expense? I want all those things too, but look at what Anthony is making you do? I don't even recognize you right now. Even if you succeed at this, Anthony will never let you live because you killed Alvaro. What if we go to Aaron and tell him what's going on? Maybe he can help us."

"They told me they would kill you if I told or went to Aaron for help."

"Of course they did, because they knew Aaron would be able to stop them." I grabbed Miguel and looked him in the eyes, pleading with him. "Please, let's go home."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around me he gave me a warm hug, calming me as he kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry, Sis, I'm doing this so we can have the life you deserve. The cops will be here shortly and you can't be here. Go back to California now, I'll be home soon."

He let go of me and took off. Seconds later I heard a gunshot and saw Miguel standing over a man, sitting on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Dale." Miguel said to him before taking off in the busy streets of New York.

I ran over to the man with tears in my eyes, knowing I only had minutes before someone showed up.

"Help me." The man whispered as he held his wound.

I knelt down in front of him. "You need to warn Aaron Hale, he's in danger along with many others."

I heard a woman's voice. "I have to go, help is on the way. I'm so sorry." I took off running in the opposite direction.

**********

My eyes fluttered open.

My head was throbbing and my whole body ached.

"Fuck." I mumbled as I tried picking up my head.

"Ohhh goody, she's awake."

Anthony.

The light was bright but I tried focusing on the man in front of me.

"Buen día." (Good morning)

"Vete a la mierda" (Fuck off)

Anthony threw his head back, laughing. "No estás en condiciones de hablarme así." (You're not in a position to talk to me like that)

"If you would have fought me like a real man instead of side swiping me like a little bitch... you would be tied to this fucking chair instead of me."

"This is the last time I'll let you talk to me like that. Understand?"

I just stared at him, not saying anything.