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Nine months later.....Late September 2057

"What the hell do you want?" Iskander asked.

I rolled my eyes and glared at him. "Damn, Izzie, I just wanted to ask what you would do when your father wakes up?" I had good news and bad news for him.

"Why, Renata?"

For the past nine months, Iskander has buried himself in work; being a full-time assassin is apparently a lot of work....I didn't know.

Kenji's progressed well, too, he only stutters when nervous, and he can eat food now. We're still working on his social skills, though.

I have been dating around, but every time....Iskander just so happens to be there. I'm not mad...yet; I've always known that he likes me.

"Well, your father's awake." Here comes the bad news. "Adele is also awake as well."

Iskander sighs. "Ok," he stands up, getting ready to leave.

"What are you going to do about Adele?" The question leaves my mouth. I just needed to know, you know?

Iskander scoffs mockingly, shaking his head. "Why Renata? You jealous?"

I huff. "No, I could never. I just want to know if she'd be moving in?"

Iskander furrowed his brows. "Where the fuck would she sleep? You're already taking up space."

I rolled my eyes. Iskander lives in a three-bedroom house. I took the guest bedroom, and Kenji got the kid's bedroom that came with the house. Iskander's in the master.....I smirked, walking closer to Iskander, who sighed in annoyance. He knows what's happening. "I have an idea."

"What?"

"You and I," I said, my fingers walking up his chest. "Could sleep in the same room."

"Great, you'll sleep on the floor, and I'll keep my bed." He said sarcastically. "No, it's not happening. Neither you nor Adele will sleep in my room. Adele's parents are still alive, and she can live with them."

"I know, but Adele's Kenji's mother."

"You've been doing a great job as Kenji's mother."

"Aw, thanks." I cooed as he rolled his eyes. "But seriously talking, Adele never got the chance to be Kenji's mother."

Iskander sighs. "Fine, will you shut up now?"

I smiled. "Never, Izzie."

Iskander rolls his eyes. "Ah, of course."

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I've got to say when I met Iskander's mom for the first time, I was so surprised. She's a woman of color, and her sons look caucasian. It made more sense when she told me that both boys were born with kinkier hair, and it disappeared as they grew. They also dyed their hair blonde to look more like their father, as if they didn't already. The only child that remotely looks like her is her daughter, Burgundy.

I really like Miss Brandi. She's fun and sociable, a little scary, but she's good, unlike him. Ivan's also very funny, hilarious, even. He's always getting into trouble with his mother.

Iskander just seems to be in the middle of the family. He's close with both his mom and dad but doesn't have any of their personalities...he's just different.

His sister is super close to her dad, which is understandable. I was close with my papà up until he died. I feel bad because she's at school right now, and she should be the first one to know her dad's awake because she sat at her dad's side with her mom until she had to go to school.

Ivan did, too, but he spent most of his time at the vending machine.

"Hey, dad," Iskander said monotonically.

"Son," his dad greeted back. "So I didn't die?" He asked.

Miss Brandi groans. "No, Death, you didn't die. Stop trying to leave me."

Death is apparently his nickname. I don't know which family I came into....but his nickname is Death, and it's a name Miss Brandi uses when she's angry or slightly irritated.

"I'm not, baby. I just thought–"

"Well, you were saved." Miss Brandi cut him off. "I'm so glad you were."

Well, I'm just gonna call him Mr. Ivan, then. When he woke up, all he was asking for was his wife. So, I didn't get a name. It turns out Ivan was named after him.

"I'm fine." Mr. Ivan waves his wife off, sitting up. "What happened to Adele and your baby?"

"That y'all bitches hid from me." Miss Brandi said, crossing her arms.

"I asked dad to keep it a secret." Iskander shrugs.

"I was going to have a grandbaby, and you guys decided to hide it from me?!"

"Медовый, calm down. You wouldn't have liked the girl anyway." (Honey)

"How bad could she be?"

"She isn't bad, mama," Ivan walked in with some M&Ms in hand. "She's terrible. I'm talking she's a bitch–"

"Ivan." Iskander scolds, shaking his head. "She's still alive, and the baby is now a five-year-old boy named Kenji. He's at school right now. I'll bring him later."

Miss Brandi smiles. "Oh, yes, Ivan, he's such a sweet little boy. He's our grandson." Miss Brandi giggles as Mr. Ivan smiles back at her.

"Искандер, это твоя новая девушка?" (Iskander, is that your new girlfriend?) Mr. Ivan asks in a foreign language.

"No–"

"Yes, and this time, Iskander's in good hands, dad. Renata's not a bitch."

I chuckled nervously as Iskander glared at Ivan. "Yes, I can assure you, I'm not."

Miss Brandi shakes her head. "Ivan, stop being foolish."

Ivan shrugs. "Just telling the truth, mama."

Iskander shakes his head in annoyance. "We're going to go visit Adele."

Mr. Ivan furrowed his brows. "С твоей новой девушкой?" (With your new girlfriend)

"Yea, for real, bro, that's a wrong move," Ivan added to whatever his father said.

Iskander nodded. "Yes, dad," before glaring at Ivan, who secretly stuck his middle finger up at him.

"So immature." He groaned when we were in the hallway.

"I think Ivan's hilarious."

Iskander stops walking, glaring at me now. "Of course you do. You're both dipshits."

"Calm down, or do you want to fuck all your anger out?" I smirked.

"Renata, can you be a civilized human for once?"

"No."

Iskander groaned in frustration. "I thought so. It was worth a try, though."

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When I first started, I was taking care of Adele and Ivan, but they switched me to just caring for Ivan half of the time and the children the other time. I was always jealous of Adele when I did take care of her.

She's beautiful.

Her cheekbones were to die for, as were her blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfect skin.

No wonder why Iskander wanted a piece, I would always think to myself....but then again, she's the same reason why Iskander doesn't bother admitting he wants me. We did find out back in Granada that Adele's a bitch. She used her pregnancy to get Iskander to marry her, so I can't blame Iskander for not wanting to be with another woman.

Too bad he met me.

The woman was eating with such precision it was bothering, like girl, you're at a hospital. It's not that deep.

I was about to knock, but Islander just pushed the door wide open. "Adele."

The woman smirked. "Baby!" she squealed.

"Um, no," Iskander said.

"What?"

"I mean, we're no longer together."

"But you said you wanted me!"

"No, I didn't–"

"You made me marry you because you got me pregnant; now you're just going to leave me?!"

"Adele, you wanted to get married."

"Stop being silly; it was you. You're a terrible person."

Iskander rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever; I just came to tell you that you didn't lose the baby. He's alive."

Did Iskander just get gaslighted? Oh my god, what a story.

"What? How?! It's a boy? Oh my god, where is he?!"

"He's at school right now," I answered. "Renata Ramirez. I'll talk to you about your son later."

"Are you a social worker?"

Iskander stared at me, and I smiled. "No, I've been....working with your son for the past nine months, is all."

Iskander sighs. "When you're released, you'll live with us and get to know Kenji."

Adele furrows her brows. "What do you mean us? As in, you and Kenji?"

"No, as in me, Renata, and Kenji."

"Why do you live with my fiancé?!"

"Be–"

"Because Adele she's helping with Kenji, and she also needs a place to stay."

"Ok and? When did you become a charity?"

"Actually, puta, it's his fault I'm here."

"No, it's not–you know what? We're not doing this; come on."

"Iskander, wait–" Adele calls out, but Islander ignores her, pulling me out of the room.

"Cálmate, don't get your panties in a twist."

Iskander turns and glares at me. "Renata, you're on your last straw before I kill you myself."

I pout. "I'm so scared; I'll behave, Papi."

"Oh my fucking God." He whispers under his breath before walking away from me.

"Uh, wait for me, Papi; you need to drive me home," I called after him, and he glared back.

Better start running before he drives off without me.

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guys I know there are some inaccurate things and shit that don't make sense but I was fourteen and didn't know, just because it says 2025 doesn't mean I wrote it in 2025, this was 2022 and wattpad took it down last year and I'm reuploading. please do not be in the comments trying to check me when I already told yall in the description and intro and HERE that I have not edited this book since I finished it in December of 2022, and haven't even read it back, I barely know what's going on myself. 

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