The Target Silver was seated in Rodriguez posh office. And for the first time since her coming to the mansion, she finally had the time to let her eyes roam the space and take in the beauty of it. The floor to ceiling window at the end of the office was the first thing that she noticed, the view was so compelling she felt herself getting distracted just looking at it. A dark walnut bookcase lined the entire right hand wall and the books that filled it;although neatly arranged, surprised her. Rodriguez did not look like the man that would sit and read a book. Plush sofas decorated the middle of the space. The sofas surrounding a small marble top table that held a single item. An hour glass. The far end of the office held a Captain style chair on wheels. And a lovely mahogany desk sat in front of it, with a couple items, neatly arranged to the side. The office was spacious and the black and brown theme it had gave it the perfect working environment feel. Silver was perched on one of

Fucking Things UpSilver froze at the anger that was directed at her from the other woman whom she had come to associate with the name Stella. She knew that the woman was nothing but bad news, she had watched most of her exchanges and heard a couple conversations and she could just paint a picture of the red head in her mind. After Rodriguez had excused himself to go attend to her, she had finished with her breakfast and had cleared out the dishes. Joining Maria in the kitchen and helping her clean up. “You look so much happier.” The older woman had said, a nice smile stuck on her face. Silver had blushed at the attention. “You’ve been getting it good ehhh.” Ope had added from her corner in the kitchen, where she was stood kneading the flour that would produce the bread for dinner. Silver had flushed with embarrassment, squealing when the two women had begged her to give them some ‘juicy details.’ She had missed them a lot and felt happy just been in their presence once again. Aft

FireThe screams seemed so far away and Rodriguez felt like he was stuck in a terrible dream. A horrible, horrible nightmare. He could see everything, feel his body tremble with every passing second as he watched his father being ripped apart in front of him. The blood staining the ground coloring everything red, including his vision. There had been blood everywhere that day and it still haunted him, even now. He knew that he was having a nightmare, but getting out of it was the problem. Somehow all of a sudden, a sound penetrated his dreamlike state, forcefully bringing him from his nightmare. “No!” Rodriguez’s shout pierced through the fog that had filled his brain and his world came back into focus in a flash of light. He had not had a single nightmare for years now. This memory was one that he had kept locked, far away. He looked around frantically, hoping someone would hear him and save him. His eyes caught sight of Silver’s wild curls beside him and the sight helped calm him

RageRodriguez was completely beside himself from the moment that he realized that Silver was missing, he couldn’t believe that from right under his nose, the love of his life had been taken away from him. He went into a near mad state trying to comprehend the fact that he had done nothing to protect her, and that had been all he had wanted to do ever since the start of it all, from the moment that he had seen her tied up in that room in his house, all he had wanted was to protect her.She was so much like a child, he didn’t want her to go through this kind of pain, not again. Not when he didn’t know the motive of whoever had taken her or who they were in the first place. He knew that he was responsible for her first kidnap but it didn’t mean that he wanted her to have another one. Not when he had fallen in love with her; that thought scared him. Was he really in love with Silver? At what point did it happen? Why did it take her being kidnapped for him to admit it to himself? Now he

The Story“Let me tell you a quick story Silver.” Jamal began dramatically. Pulling a chair to sit in front of Silver like he had done the last time. Silver spared him a bored expression, turning her head away from him to stare at the other side of the wall. A sign that she wasn’t interested in what he had to say. It did nothing to phase the grey eyed man though, as he merely let out a breath of air before starting. “When I was a boy my father died and I had to move to live with his sister.” He paused letting the few words sink into Silver’s mind. The latter having already turned her head in his direction, finally granting him a listening ear.“Although the death of my father was such a painful ordeal it became better, maybe just a little easier to bear when I moved to be with my cousin. We finally became close friends over the years, we were best friends in fact. Almost inseparable. Then one day after a fight our parents; well his parents, but at this point they were mine as well.