Kitten

Ch. 9

- Isadora's POV -

It's late, or if you want to be precisely accurate then it's really early. 2 am to be exact. I should be asleep but Im buzzing. I can't believe I'm in an actual relationship. 6ft 2, sun kissed tattooed skin, golden honey eyes, muscles that make you drool and a bit of a spanish accent.... and he's all mine? ...... Yes. All mine. Laying in bed, high on happiness, I hear frantic banging on my door, then I hear my name.

"Isadora!.... Isadora open the door! It's Javier!"

Javier? What the hell is he doing here? I shoot out of bed and answer the door. I open it to reveal a blood splattered Javier breathing heavy. Why is there blood on him!?

"What the fuck Javier!? Why is there blood on you!? What happened!?"

"You need to come with me right now!" He screamed, grabbing my arm hard and yanking me out of my apartment.

"Javier stop! That hurts!" I yank free and he stops, turning angrily back towards me.

"Rafael was shot. They're removing the bullet from his shoulder as we speak. He wants you at the house where it's safe. Dont worry about your things, just come with me right now." He grits his teeth and grabs my arm again, harder this time. Digging his nails into the soft part of my arm. I'm so absorbed in the fact that my arm is hurting, it didn't sink in that Rafael was fucking shot! By who!? Why!?

"You're hurting me Javier, let go!" I scream. We get to a vehicle parked sideways in the parking lot. Tread marks littered the pavement.

"Get in." He spat angrily. I get in and buckle my seat belt just before he peels out of the parking lot... making the tires scream.

- The Montez Mansion -

He was silent the whole way here. He never once looked at me. I didnt need to ask if he was mad cause he showed it very clearly. I rub my arm where he grabbed me and felt the little nail indentations sting when I touched them. He pulls into the driveway and gets out of the car, slamming the door hard. I follow him.

"Why was he shot Javier? Who shot him?"

"We dont know who shot him, but he was shot because of you! Someone tried to take out my brother because he just cant seem to stay away from you! Just some floozy waitress that works at his strip club!" He screamed. WHAT!? He was shot because of me? I don't know anyone around here! Who would care that much about who I'm with? I have no family and the only friends I have are happy for me. I walked up and slapped him hard. How dare he fucking blame me for this! I would never want Rafael hurt! I couldn't hold them back any longer. I wanted to let the tears flow but I was too mad to breakdown just yet.

"Don't you dare blame me for this! I have nothing to do with Rafael being shot! I would never want to see him hurt! So, puedes tomar esa actitud sucia tuya y empujarla por el culo! (You can take that filthy attitude of yours and shove it up your ass!) No me pongas a prueba, puta." (Dont test me, bitch.)

"Javier Ramiro Montez!" Javier and I turn to see Gabriella glaring at him. She was fuming. Then my eyes shift to a teary eyed Mirella clinging to her leg. Her eyes were puffy and red. Poor baby, this is hitting her the hardest. "If you say one more hurtful thing to that girl, I will personally make sure you feel everything your brother is experiencing right now." That..... was the scariest threat I've ever heard. Her tone was low and eerily calm. He became a submissive little puppy in less than a second. He lowered his head. "Get your ass in the house. Clean yourself up and go to your room. Do not come out unless I say so!"