<h4>Chapter 445 - Four Hundred And Forty-five: Don''t Get Pregnant</h4>


    The third point of view:


    "How''s your mother?" Nius asked Isabe since she was the only adult avable. Miranda had fainted from the shock and was under Iv medication while Judy had returned to his ce to clear up the mess. Sakuzi would be here any minute - Nius arrived before anyone else thanks to his crazy speeding.


    "Mother''s still in surgery. But you can rest assured she won''t be dying anytime soon,"


    Nius took a deep sigh, his soul finally finding peace. She was okay, that was all that mattered. They would solve any other issue between themter - yelp, he would pay for his crimester. Reina would surely kill him.


    "Did you kill anybody?" he asked his daughter after ensuring Allen wasn''t within hearing range. He must have left to go check up on his sister and Neon - the boy was overprotective of his twin.


    "No," Isabe answered with a cold tone.


    "Thank God," Nius was relieved. His daughter was not permitted to dirty her hands, she should leave it to him - his soul was already dark and dirty.


    Isabe went on, "However, I wish I did. But then I thought, killing him right away was an easy death. So..." she turned to him, "Promise me that you would give him a good suffering,"


    To be honest, Nius was slightly scared of the way his daughter knew him so well. Even without telling her, she had already guessed his intentions.


    "Promise," Nius assured her. The worst mistake one couldmit was treating Isabe like a kid, because trust him, she wasn''t one.


    Almost immediately, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It wasn''t just Sakuzi and the others, Emerald and Cecil, alongside her son were there as well. Emerald must have heard the news and decided toe to visit, only to bump into the others, Nius surmised.


    His gaze then rested on his daughter Isabe who had her eyes fixed on the boy Pedro, and it dawned on him, his daughter had found what he had with Reina. Love.


    A smile curved his face and he leaned down to whisper into the ears of the absent-minded Isabe, "Easy, undressing him with your eyes,"


    Isabe turned to him with a scowl, "Compared to your past, I''m a Saint," she referred to his hedonistic lifestyle when he was younger.


    "Yep, I was quite a legend. You couldn''t even beat my record," Nius shamelessly turned her sass into an honor.


    "Y-you..." Isabe was tongue-tied. How could someone be so shameless? She couldn''t help but cheer on Reina who had to put up with her crazy father.


    "Simply remember to use protection all the time the both of you do it, don''t get pregnant," He cautioned her.


    "Why?" Isabe decided to tease him for the joy of it, "You don''t want to be a grandpa at your age?"


    "No," Nius pasted a sickly sweet smile on his face as he said, "I just don''t want to have to bury your love interest, unfortunately,"


    "Whatever," Isabe stood up from the bench as the guests neared them.


    "Isabe," Pedro broke away from his group to hug her while Nius tsk-tsked, so much for the no hugging rule. That little betrayer!


    "I heard what happened," He checked her, "Did you get hurt anyway. Did they do anything to you," Pedro was concerned for her.


    "I''m not fine," he told her the truth," I''m kind of pissed. I need a release, something to focus my mind on," she leaned closer to whisper, "You in for a quickie?"


    Pedro shivered, going red in the face instantly. Of all the ces she wanted a brief "encounter". He looked around as if to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.


    "There''s no privacy here,"


    "I know of one,"


    The mischief in her tone and the glint in her eyes told Pedro he was not getting out of it easily. And thinking of it, he needed a distraction considering he just killed someone for the first time in his life.


    He had always heard people say that taking a life takes something from you, that one could never go back to the way they were. Now? He thinks it''s kind of true.


    After taking a human life today, Pedro was surprisingly calm and empty. Strangely, he felt no guilt knowing he just stole someone''s breath of life - which was unlike him. But then, he wouldn''t hesitate to do it over and over again if it meant his family would be safe.


    "Take the lead then," Pedro grabbed her ass and squeezed it - a gesture that Nius saw and scowled murderously at him. Pedro raised his hand in an innocent gesture yet grinned inwardly, if only the man knew what they were about to do.


    [A/N: Oh, Nius knows, he''s just preparing your obituary in an


    inconspicuous way]


    "I''ll be back mom," Pedro said to Cecil who was quite reluctant to let him go.


    Although her son saved their life, Cecil watched her son take another person''s life. It was unexpected and still shocking. How did he be so good with guns, she had never given him lessons nor taken him to one? The sudden changes in her baby bo?was surprising for her, it was almost as if he was slipping from her too fast. She was scared of what he might be - she was not ready to ept it yet. Maybe she would speak to Emerald about itter.


    "Don''t go too far," Cecil only let him go because of Isabe. Left for her alone, she would keep him by her side until it was confirmed Miguel and his people would not be a danger to them.


    As soon as they were out of sight, Isabe led him to the women''s restroom and after making sure it was clear, she put the "Under maintenance" sign outside and shut the door.


    Once inside, their lips found each other with eager intensity and they wed blindly at each other''s clothes. Pulling his shirt over his head while Pedro did the same to hers, Isabe reached for his pants and in no time, their clothesy on the ground abandoned.


    Pedro had her up against the wall while her legs wrapped around him as he entered her in one thrust. Isabe gasped at the fullness and then began to move her hips, urging him to move.


    There was nothing romantic about their intimacy, just pure primal needs wanting to be satisfied. He rammed into her madly and she matched her hips with his thrusts until they died away in the throes of passion.