I handed Lucia a pair of my pajamas and sat on the bed in the spare room she had chosen to sleep in. It was the same one Iâd chosen on my first day here, before Alejandro had come storming in, in a rage, demanding that I sleep in the master bedroom. It was hard to believe that had been just six months earlier. It felt like a lifetime ago.
âThank you so much for this, Alana,â she said softly as she sat on the bed beside me. âI truly didnât know who you were when I first met you. And then when I found out, well, I already liked you, and well â¦â she shrugged and wiped a tear from her eye. âI suppose there was an element of self-preservation involved when I realized you were Alejandro Montoyaâs wife. I should have told you. I wanted to. But, I also want to leave Lucia Ramos behind. I want to be Lucy Callaghan,â she sniffed.
I squeezed her hand. âI understand why you didnât tell me.â
âYou do?â she blinked at me.
âOf course. Youâve had no-one to rely on but yourself. You did what you needed to do. You are an incredibly brave young woman,â I said, and I meant it. I could hardly even begin to imagine what sheâd been through. To see her own family murdered. Then to have lived the past two years in fear.
I watched as the tears rolled down her cheeks. âYou remind me so much of my mom,â she sniffed loudly.
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and she rested her head on my chest until her tears were soaking my shirt. âI wish she was here,â she sobbed.
I held her while she cried. There had been no reports about her mom in the shooting at her house and I wondered what had happened to her. I had so many questions about this young girl beside me, but they would have to wait for another time. Right now, all that mattered was that she was safe here.
When Lucia stopped crying, she sat up straight and wiped her eyes again. âI havenât cried this much in two years,â she said with a faint laugh. âThank you again for letting me stay here tonight.â
I nodded. âYouâre welcome.â
She smiled at me and something about the way she looked at me, made me anxious. âPromise me you wonât run away, Lucia. I know you donât like the Bakers, but I will speak to Alejandro and see what we can do.â
âI hate it there, Alana,â she whispered. âThey hate me.â
âJust give me time, sweetheart. I promise I am on your side, but there is red tape involved. Iâd let you stay here if it was up to me.â
âThanks. But Iâm pretty sure Alejandro wonât want me here. My family werenât exactly â¦,â she shook her head. âIt doesnât matter anyway.â
âI wish it were as simple as me convincing Alejandro to let you stay here. Thatâs the easy part,â I said as I chewed on my lip.
For some reason that made Lucia laugh out loud.
I smiled at her as I saw a glimpse of the carefree teenager she should be. âWhat?â
âThe fact that you have so much control over the King of L.A is funny. But, so is the fact that you have absolutely no idea just how powerful he is, Alana. Red tape does not exist for a man like your husband.â
I frowned at her. âWe canât just take you in and keep you here. Even if we wanted to.â
Lucia stood up and took a deep breath. âAlejandro Montoya can do whatever the hell he pleases, Alana, and youâre his wife, so that means you can too.â