Fate

II

Madrid, Spain
1984

Liza Soberano was tired.

After a long day at the hospital, she wanted nothing more than to collapse on her bed. But she remembered her brother's orders in his letter a few weeks ago; so she made her way to her father's mansion instead of her penthouse.

"Pedro!" She smiled, seeing her little brother awaiting her in their living room. "Ah my little muñeca! I missed you, liz." They embraced warmly, happy to see each other after months of separation. Pedro had gone off to the US military, eager to get back to Cuba one way or another. It was the first time he'd been home for the year.

"Pedro." their father appeared, nodding at his son in greeting. Marco was a rather emotionless man, but he couldn't ignore the pang in his heart seeing his children together once again. "Hola, papa." Pedro nodded back, reminding himself that he came bearing news for his sister, and not to indulge in any communication deemed unnecessary with his father. When Pedro made it clear he wanted nothing to do with the family business, Marco Soberano grew a distaste for his son. It shamed him that he was training his nephew to take his place eventually, when it should have been his son.

Marco stalked off, sharing the same sentiments as Pedro, it seemed. Liza sighed, "You know papa, Pedro.." He could never take no as an answer.
Pedro nodded glumly, "Sadly, I do." He re-adjusted his hat before looking back down at his sister; unsure if he should tell her what he heard- but he knew his conscience wouldn't allow him to withhold himself from her.

"Let's have something! Sit." she insisted, walking to the bar to pour him a whiskey. "I can't stay for long," Pedro started, making his sister roll her eyes, "I haven't seen you in months and you can't spare me a minute!" she teased. Pedro sighed with a smile, "Truly. I planned to stay the night but.." he blushed.
Liza laughed, "I know Kat is eagerly waiting for you." she chuckled. Pedro shyly smiled, "Si. But I just wanted to give you a heads up.."

Liza nodded distractedly, placing ice in his glass gently. "Well don't keep me in suspense." she chuckled, handing him his drink. Pedro took it like a shot, needing the confidence for uttering the devil's name.

"It's about Tony." he sighed. Liza froze. Tony? He was alive? She wondered. Her thoughts made her smile. Of course he's alive. "Eliza." Pedro called, taking her hand in his as he prepared to send his sister to hell.

"He's here. Rudy told me that he'd heard he has many eyes on him." Liza couldn't thank Rudy enough. He was a general in Spain's Military force, and a good friend of Marco's. He had no issue to pull some strings for her whenever she needed.

Liza's heart felt as if it would combust from the rush of ecstasy she felt. After all these years, she would see him again. Her heart didn't allow her to fully move on yet- and for once she was thankful.

"What's he doing here?" she blinked, realizing that if they were on alert because of his presence in the country, something was wrong. "Wait.." she jumped. "Did you say his jet?" What had he been up to? Why was he here now, after all these years? Was he here to take her back? Did he miss her like she missed him?

So many questions.

Pedro nodded, noticing the gleam in his sister's eyes. "He made it big, Liz. He runs Miami..we believe that he came here to escape as there was a recent scandal involving him and other known druglords." Pedro looked away, "He took them all down the past few months after they tried to have him killed a while back." Liza blinked. Killed.

She knew Tony was not an innocent man- he had no issue getting his hands dirty. But taking life? She never thought he would do that despite having came close to it multiple times.