One night with the King - Chapter 77：77. Guns

MANY YEARS AGO

In another part of the city not too far from the Javier’s mansion stood a tiny school for kids and a beautiful young teacher filled with life and an unending smile of purity. She had her hair tied in a loosed ponytail and her gown just on top of her knees. Her smile was unwavering as she held unto her niece. Her name was Monica the beautiful wife of Dante, the Mexican police chief.

“So what do you want for lunch Gloria?” Monica asked smiling at the people that walked past her and waving at her fellow teachers. “Hola, buenos días,” she greeted in Spanish. It was the only Spanish she knew and she didn’t want to forget it. Dante had spent days trying to get her to start learning his language but that was the only thing that stuck. The teachers replied her with a smile, most of them Spanish.

” I want puddling and porridge. ” She giggled a huge smile on her face as she looked at her aunt with love.

“You will take your veggies won’t you?” Monica asked bending down to adjust her daughters uniforms collar. She adored her her. “Your dad will be so proud of you if you eat your veggies. Don’t you want to eat your veggies?”

“No I Don’t want veggies. Not Sweet, no veggies.” Gloria pouted folding her hands.

“So then you are not a princess.” Monica teased “and daddy will not be proud of you.”

“I am a princess and daddy is proud of me.” Nicolette shouted.

“No you are not. Princesses eat their veggies so you are not a princess cause you Don’t want to eat yours and I’ll tell daddy.”

“I’ll eat mine. I am a princess.” Gloria smiled hugging her Mum. Monica spun her around as they both giggled. Dante wasn’t going to pick them up today as usual so they were going to go all alone. It wasn’t much of a big deal though since their house was close by.

The street was crowded with people and as she ran a few feet farther from the men she saw those assigned to protect her but they were out numbered. It was ten against six. Dante had sent them here after she specifically told him that she needed no protection. She would have been angry with him had her life not been in danger, a proof that her husband was right after all.

“Ma’am go behind the building now.” Alfredo had Instructed her just as she got to them. He was a friend of Dante and she trusted him. She took hold of Monica and went behind the building were the six men stood, her guardians.

“Are they going to take you away mum. Will they take me too. Will we die? Where is dad? Is he OK?” Nicolette continuously asked crying. Monica had to hush her so she could think. “Shhh. No one is taking you, you are a princess. No one takes princesses. And your dad is fine.” She assured Gloria wiping her tears with both her thumb. Her hands were shaking and she found that she couldn’t breathe.