Season 1, Episode 13
Juan POV
The last thing you expect when walking through a door is to be attacked. Attacked by a small brother who seemed to have gone insane. He had me clinging to the wall, and if I really wanted to, I could break free in seconds.
I just wanted him to go on his diatribe before I blew his brains out—I had promised to murder him the next time, and now is the time. His eyes were crimson from the tears that were trying to escape. I smirked as I noticed he was in some agony. I've always like it when he was in pain. He deserved it in every way imaginable.
"You think it's funny, huh?"
"Seeing you in pain couldn't be funnier."
"You think it's funny that when I turned my back, you fucked my wife and knocked her up." He spat. I scowled. I smacked both of his hands, knocking them down, and then punched him right in the jaw. I groaned in pain as I looked down to saw my knuckles had been slashed open.
Merieda!
"What in the fuck are you talking about?" I inquired, drawing my glock. I couldn't put my trust in him.
"Are you out of your mind, boy?" He wiped the corner of his mouth clean.
"Manuel showed me the picture of you guys kissing."
"Fuck," I muttered.
I swear I'm going to skin him alive once I get my hands on his slimy body. "How could you possibly fuck my wife, man? You violate the fucking code."
"Where is she?" I inquired, sensing that something was amiss. Carlton was a controlling motherfuck. He enjoys venting his rage on women, so I'm sure he thought...
"Bleeding your bastard child out!" He yelled.
I pointed my glock at him and asked, "Where is she?" I approached him, pressing my muzzle on the center of his brow.
"Where is Elena?" I asked more calmly. "Are you going to shoot your only brother?" He teases, pressing his brow impossibly closer to the muzzle.
"For her. I will. Now, where is she?" I growled, driving the butt of the Glock into his forehead. He collapsed to the ground on his knees, and blood began to flow down his face, but I felt nothing for him.
"If you hurt that girl, I will fucking feed you to my damn cerdas," I yelled. I rushed up the steps and started yelling for her. "In here." I recognized it was in her room when I heard a faraway voice say it. I slammed the door open, and my heart sank at what I saw. There she was, battered and bound to the bed, naked.
Her sad eyes pleading with me to let her go. I dashed over to her side and started untying the knot.
"I need to go to the hospital." She whimpered in agony. I took off my hoodie, took my time, and slipped her into it. When I looked down, I noticed she was bleeding. She was about to lose the baby. I hurriedly grab her bridal style and dash down the steps to my car. I tucked her away in the back.
"Stay put; I'll be going back inside for something." I kissed her forehead as her little hands grasped mine, "No, don't go." I clutch her cheeks and stare into her sad eyes. "I'll be right back."
I shut the door. Taking out my gun. I walked into the house to find Carlton still where I had left him—on the floor. I stood over him, my glock pointed at him. Killing him would be far too simple. I want him to be in pain.
"Kill me like you did your father." He cursed, "You are a family killer!"
"Family killer, I like that name. Unfortunately, I will not be able to live up to it today."
"I can't shoot you in the shoulder because the bullet might hit your heart and kill you, so I'll settle for the foot."
Without a blink of an eye, I shot him in the thigh. He shouted in agony, crouched over, and grabbed his leg. Blood began to flow from the cut, and he leaned down to try to stop the bleeding.
"Why don't you stay and bleed the corruption out you, coo?"
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I drove to the emergency entrance. I jumped out and swung the door open, taking her out carefully.
"Hey, we're at the hospital. I'll get you help, okay?" She whimpered as she nodded. I walked through the already open emergency entrance. And sat her in one of the open seats. Because it was late at night, the urgency was not particularly frantic.
It appears that more events occurred during the day than at night. I dashed to the front desk, where there was a lady in her mid-thirties chewing gum. I sigh, knowing what's going to happen.
"There is a girl here losing her baby. She requires immediate medical attention!" I yelled. My heart was chiming against my chest. I was truly scared for her, I couldn't' lose her, I prefer having her hate me than her dead and gone.
"Here. Fill out this form." She stated this without even looking at me. Was she dead serious right now?
"Didn't you hear what I fucking said?" I let out a hiss.
"Sir, please calm down." She grumbled as she continued to go through more papers. This bitch. I noticed a few of nurses racing down the hall.
"Hey, a girl is hurt and—" I told one of them. "Sorry, you'll have to get someone else to do it." She said as she ran down the corridor. I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my calm. But then I remember she has the ability to fucking die. I pulled out my Glock, grabbed one of the nurses, and assaulted her in the side with the gun.
"Pay attention, you fucking bitch. Someone is dying, and if she doesn't survive, I'm going to kill everyone in this fucking hospital. So, are you going to listen to me or are you going to be too busy?"
"Hey! What's going on over there?" Someone called out, and everyone turned to face us. I shifted the gun from her side to the side of her head. Everyone gasped in terror, as if I give a damn.
"She's going to lose her baby!" She's bleeding out on the filthy chair, and I've been here for how long now, looking for help for her!" I exclaimed, pointing to a pale Elena.
"Juan put the gun down." A well-known voice demanded. I rolled my eyes before turning around and smiling at my sister.
"Why hello, Camila?"
"You know her," the nurse I was holding at gunpoint said. "Of course she recognizes me. She's my sis—" "We are good friends." She abruptly cut me off. My oldest sister was Camila. We had the same parents, and because of that, everyone assumed we had the same fate. However, we did not. Camila hated telling people we were sisters, and I don't blame her. She pursued education, while I sought easy cash. She has stolen money from me in the pass. By the way, I want them all back. The only thing we had in common was that we had witnessed many deaths.
Camila approached me and snatched the nurse from my grasp. "You are such a child," she growled.
"That poor girl is dying."
"Who?" I pointed to Elena, who was slouched on the chair. Her body was covered in blood. Camila's pupils dilate. "Elena," she said as she rushed up to her.
"Someone please get her a bed!" She yelled. Within seconds, some nurses were shoving through a bed, lifting her into it and starting an injection. They sped away with her, leaving Camila and me behind.
"Where's Carlton?" she wondered as she looked around the hospital.
"He's the one who did this," I snarled as I heard his name. He claimed that the child was not his but mine."
"Did you fuck his wife?" Camila drew me to the side. She was giving me that 'I don't trust you' look.
"No," I said.
"mhmm...I find that hard to believe."
"She fucking hates me, sis." I clenched my teeth.
"But I'm assuming you don't despise her." She grinned.
"Ouu, Juan esta enamorado," she joked. "Why didn't you tell that nurse we were sisters?" I inquired, intrigued.
"They want your head. I need to protect myself." She concurred. She has a valid point there. If something happens to her, I will never forgive myself.
"That doesn't mean I don't care about you." She whispered as she drew me into a swift hug. I cracked a smile.
"Look after Elena for me. I have some business to attend to." I said.
"Please don't do anything stupid to him; he's still family," she pleaded, taking my hands in hers. Don't violate the code." That fucking code was keeping him, and he fucking knew it.
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