3 months later
Season 2 episode 9
Carlton POV
"Yo, boss, look what we found, da da dum dum." One of Rick's men mocked He shoved me into Rick's claustrophobic office. The aroma of his surroundings made my nose pucker up. It smelled like someone had died inside. My gaze flashed throughout the room, eventually settling on a pallid girl. She was on the floor, blood streaming from her head wounds.
Was she dead? Of course she was. What stupid question to ask.
How long has she been there?
"Fuck that, where the fuck is the fucking clean-up guy? He said he'd come get this dump." He yelled, motioning at the decaying body.
I averted my gaze, hoping not to puke on the spot. Juan was correct—I couldn't deal with gang stuff.
Even the sight of blood makes me nervous, and now I was smelling and staring death in the face.
However, the show must go on.
"That nigga ain't coming; he said he needs his money, Rick."
"Well, then, get another guy to do the fucking work, Clark."
His gaze finally settled on mine. "Who you?"
I cleared my throat and smoothed my suit. I extended my hands to Rick. I've never met him, but I've heard he runs a tiny, rising gang. Nobody told me he was black. I have no objections to him being black...
"Hello, my name is Carlton Henry. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
He fixed his gaze on my hand.
"Yo, whose this fool?" He questioned, gazing up and down at me. I cleared my throat once more. The revolting odor was bothering me, and I was so preoccupied with it that I couldn't think straight.
Gosh disgusting.
How could he possibly work with this scent?
"This fool is Juan's brother."
"Then what in the fuck is he doing here?"
"Well, he has a business proposition."
"Yes, I do." I said, clearing my throat. I placed the briefcase on his table and opened it. When he sees bundles of money, his eyes expand.
"What's this for?"
"Well, then, I want you to kill my sister." I just said it. There was no reason to skirt the issue.
He burst out laughing. "Wow, I must say, you have jokes, white boy."
"My name is Carlton."
"Well, then, Carlos..."
"No, it's Carl—"
He yanked on my collar. What is it with everyone grabbing my collar? Was it to show off their might or something?
"Do you realize what you are asking for?"
"Yes, to murder my sister. For 5."
"How many zeros are hidden behind that five?" He inquired. He released my collar. I adjusted my necktie and brushed away the numerous creases that had formed.
"5," I said.
"But there are only 250 now."
"You want to kill your sister?" He inquired, his gaze suspicious. That's exactly what I meant. Is he deaf, or what?
"You’re a sick bastard and you’re a Judas vibes, and I'm so mother fuckin glad you're not my mother fuckin family because I'd skin your mother fucking whiteass alive."
"What exactly happened between you two?"
"It's not that important. Simply do the assignment and receive the remaining half at the bus stop."
"You make it seem as if I agreed to it."
"Juan and her gang aren't people to mess around with. They’re insane as fuck, white boi."
"I'll let you know when to strike. She's frail. She's become frail since she began banging my wife." I grinned. I couldn't wait to get to the end of her. It seems my Christmas was coming before time.
I wish I could murder her myself. But why should I when someone else could?
"So, she's fucking your wife, and you're willing to pay half a million dollars just because your sister fucks your wife. Isn't this a family affair? I'm not sure I should be involved." He burst out laughing.
"Many people are willing to do it." The real question is: Are you willing to give up a half-million bucks at this time? According to the appearance. Things don't appear to be thriving around here." I sang out as I looked about the place, which was in desperate need of repair.
"Don't fuck up." I warned you.
"Fine. Here." He stated that he was jotting something down on a sheet of paper. He handed it to me, and I noticed it had his phone number on it.
"If I lose any men in this, 20,000 go on that other 250." He stated this.
"Not a problem." I muttered as I walked away. I was willing to pay everything to get rid of her.
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Juan POV
"There are three bedrooms, a large kitchen, two balconies, a beautiful sunset view, and a pool in the backyard. I'll take it."
I told the realtor. She smiled, knowing she had a bargain.
"I'll see you at your office tomorrow, Ms. Lucas."
"Believe me, lady, you don't want to go into her office." Julio stated.
"I don't mind." She smirked and looked at me seductively. She went away with her gaze fixed on me. I winked, and I noticed a blush on her cheeks.
"Bro, if you don't fuck that in the ass, I will personally kill you." Julio yelled in my ear. I scoffed and pushed him away.
"What's the matter with you, bro? And I'm not going to fuck her."
"Oh, I forgot you were playing husband with someone else's wife." He murmured.
"What?" I looked at him, perplexed.
"Doesn't make sense." I also included.
"You literally Swiper in Dora the Explorer's motherfucking swipe Carlton's wife."
"Can we not discuss Carlton?" Hearing his name irritates me to no end. Thank God, we are moving."
"And you can fuck her all the time without Carlton noticing. I assumed the goal was for him to hear. You weirdo bastard. But, hey, to each his or her own." He burst out laughing.
"If you weren't like my brother, I would probably kill you." I whispered as I hopped into the passenger seat.
"Where next?" He inquired, turning on the engine.
"To get that ring."
Season 2, episode 10
Elena POV
"You sound awfully quiet." Juan touched my shoulder. I sighed and rolled my eyes. It was impossible to remain angry at her indefinitely.
She grabs my hand and prevents us from proceeding any further down the shore. I couldn't look her in the eyes because I would sink deep into those orbs and dissolve if anything came out of her mouth.
My new interest was my feet in the white sand.
"Why are you mad at me, Princesa?"
"Why should I not, Juan? I haven't seen you in the house for four days, and then you arrive out of nowhere, take me on a beach date, and stuff me with ice cream...which tastes quite delicious.
And now we're taking a romantic walk as the sun sets. You are not at all fair."
Juan's communication skills were evident to me. She simply performs what she needs to do, and then she interacts with you, after. I can't blame her; she was a broken girl doing her best for me, and I admired that, but I worried for her during those days she was gone. There were no phone calls, texts, or letters to say, "I am fine."
She used her knuckles to raise my head to confront those obnoxious eyes. I shifted my gaze to the side, trying not to smile.
"Look at me, Princesa..."
I scowled at her, and she smiled as she bit her lower lip.
"I enjoy it when you are upset with me."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. This was my first official outburst at her.
"Juan, those four days felt like they lasted 50 years." I moaned.
"Aww, my little bebe." She muttered, bringing me towards her chest.
"How can I make up for it?"
"I'll tell you later." I murmured. She lifted my chin, her lips parted and landed on mine. I sighed, missing the sensation of her soft lips on mine. I threw my arms around her neck, lowering her down to my level so I could deepen it; a peck wouldn't do anything.
My tongue glided in, savoring the whisky taste. I grinned, recalling the night she told me she was a whiskey girl.
"What?" She inquired, her lips nipping on mine. I'm not sure why she enjoys chewing on my top lips.
"I'm just missing you." I said this while sucking on her lower lip.
"Mhmm, really." She muttered while clutching my waist.
"I have a surprise in store for you." She stated.
My pupils dilate. "Really?"
She gave a nod.
"Where exactly is it?"
"Soon, not right now." She responded.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I can't believe she snagged me. Just to get my hope down. Now I'm going to think about what it was all night.
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Juan POV
"I'm just saying you two have a striking resemblance. Like twins." She burst out laughing.
"Well, thank God we aren't," I replied, pecking the back of her hands. "You couldn't deal with two of us."
Her jaw dropped open, and she lightly slapped me on the shoulder.
"I suppose I could've."
I laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Which part? You can't even manage me; see how slowly you have to take me?"
"Wow, Juan. That was not my intention."
"If you two are so close, why did you take different paths?"
"She bolted. She couldn't stand the heat of the flame and ran away."
"Why?"
My shoulders shrugged. But deep down, I understand why. I thought I was the one who also pushed her away. I was always on that monster's side, unconcerned about how she felt.
I told everyone she had left a note before fleeing, but she hadn't. She informed me directly that she couldn't take it any longer. I just couldn't stand the look on anyone face if I told them the real story.
I felt completely lost without her at first.
Flashbacks...
I threw Camila's gun on the bed. When she saw it, she jumped away. "I discovered it at the bottom of the pool. Camila, what the fuck? I roared and grabbed her neck. Papa taught us to always respect our weaponry. It was our first wife, and we shouldn't leave it laying about.
She looked me in the eyes with horror. That was a huge oversight. Our father did not want to see us in fear.
"Is that your fear, Camila?" I yelled in her face.
"Get outta my face, man." She grumbled and pushed me away.
"Why was your gun at the bottom of the pool?"
"Man, I don't want to live this life...I think I want to become a doctor."
"You have no idea what you want. Go clean your rifle before it rusts." I was going to leave when I noticed her luggage full of clothes.
"What's that fo?" I asked, nudging my head at the suitcase.
"I told you I wanted to be a doctor, Juan. This university accepted my letter, and I will be attending."
"You are not! You're remaining here and assisting our old man in running this shit."
"No, I'm not! Not at all! Juan, I despise it here. He only cares about you. You have the fire he desires. I don't. I wasn't born with the desire to kill, but you were."
I clenched my teeth. I wasn't going to let her leave me.
"Él no. You won't be going anywhere."
"Yes, I am." She shrieked as she took up her pistol and pointed it at me. "I will kill you if I have to; I am not staying here."
"You, Camila, have the fire as well. You're simply too much of a fucking cobarde." I grumbled. She deactivated the gun's safety.
"Don't let me do this. Juan, step back from the door." She warned.
"I never want to see you again. Do you fucking hear, me?" nullI clenched my teeth. Wiping away the rage-filled tears.
"You will, and you will be proud." She stated. She collected her luggage and walked out, the gun still aimed at me as I followed her.
"I think I'll keep the gun. But this isn't the life for me."null
The end of the flashback
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