Season 1, Episode 2
Elena POV
Hearing the annoying beating on the door, I jerked awake. I grumbled as I rolled out of my lovely, cloud-like bed and slipped out. Carlton appears to have returned to work. I searched the slightly disorganized room for my robe. Carlton and I had a crazy night last night, and I was stuck in only his shirt and no panties.
The beating persisted, forcing me to throw off my robe and race down the stairs. I swung the door open without looking through the peephole.
I scoffed quietly when I noticed Juan Lucas, the gangbanger. I exhaled a sigh. It was far too soon to deal with this.
I thought last-night would be the last time I saw her face but it look as my wish didn't caust the heavens.
Her eyes darted up and down my body, she licked her lips when they landed on my exposed thigh. I cleared my throat and moved my lower body behind the door cautiously.
I examined her from head to toe as well; she was dressed in black sneakers, black trousers, a black sweatshirt, a gun in her bloodied left hand, and a sneer on her lips.
"What exactly do you want?" I inquired. My eyes expanded as I stroked them over her body again.
Shit! She has blood on her hands as well as a gun in one of them. I took a step back from the entrance, my gaze fixed on her hands.
"Get away!" I yelled.
"Hello to you, little sister." She entered the house and shut the door behind her.
"I haven't seen this place in a long time. You guys make it look cute. It has a homey feel to it." She said this while looking as far as the eye could see.
My gaze couldn't be taken away from the gun. I was astonished I didn't piss myself right away. What was she doing with a freaking gun?
"Look, princesa I'm having some difficulties. Well, not really problematic, but you know, if you tamper with an ant nest, expect to be bitten."
Her metaphor perplexed me.
"Carlton will not like this, so I suggest you leave or I will call the cops."
She burst out laughing.
"We are now family, Princesa. You call the Policia, we all go down like a fucking avion. Crash and fuckin die." She brushed past me as she entered the living room. I trailed her about like a lost puppy. She seemed to know the dang house better than I do.
Carlton stated that this house belonged to his great-grandfather, so I am not surprised that she is familiar with it--it seems she partially grow here. But that doesn't give her the right to return. Things have changed.
"Why do you have a gun? Why are you covered in blood? Who's blood is it?" I was firing out questions. When I'm nervous, I tend to over-communicate. She placed the gun on the empty center table just in front of the sofa she was sitting on.
Her grey eyes glared at me as she brushed her palm over her face and flashed a few strands of hair from her face.
"You're not getting me anything to drink. That's how you treat your cunada."
"Answer me," I said, referring to the questions that remained unanswered.
"Fine. I don't think you need to ask why I have a gun, so I won't answer that, and I killed someone—" she remarked nonchalantly.
"Are you insane? You could face jail time for that."
"Come on, darling, imprisonment wasn't designed for me. My amigas would bomb me out like a motherfucking rat hole."
"Now go get that water for me. I'm parch; I had no idea murdering could make me thirsty in this shit."
I was afraid as I glanced at her. How could she talk about taking life when she didn't give it to begin with?
"You depart when I give you that water. Neither Carlton nor I want this." I was indicating her way of life. I knew they were kin, but they are adults, and everyone manages their own affairs.
She smiled, displaying her gold teeth.
I rolled my eyes as I entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge door, retrieved the water, turned to reenter the living room, and screamed when I saw her at the kitchen sink washing off the blood. I tried not to gag when I saw the blood all over my sink.
"Why don't you just go to the restroom? I'm sure you already know where it is." She was very familiar with the house. She dried her hands on my kitchen towel, but I couldn't take my gaze away from my sink, which still had blood in it—blood that I had to clean, and God knows whose blood it was.
Couldn't she just wash it away properly?
She sat on the stool, and I handed her the water. She ripped the cap off and drank the water all at once.
"Are you always so sexy in the house?" She inquired, her gaze returning to my thighs. I gulped, because I didn't have a door to shelter me from her searing eyes this time.
"I guess you can leave now."
She smiled.
"Carlton told me I could remain. So, Bebe, you'll be seeing a lot more of me." She huskied, and I rolled my eyes. I could tell Carlton and I were not on the same page here.
"Oh. Carlton never mentioned it to me." I said.
"Well, he's coming right now, so you guys can talk about it."
Wow she even know when my husband is going to walk through that door but I don't
I stormed out the kitchen. This was not going to work for me.
"Yo! "Do you have anything to eat here, mami?" She yelled. My teeth were grinding together and I was surprised they didn't went to dust in my head. I was beyond enraged. Despite the fact that she is armed with a gun, I just want to smack her in the face but I won't risk it.
I turned to go tell her what was on my mind in the most courteous way possible, but I screamed again when I saw her leaning in the tiny corridor and staring at me.
"You seem a little pissed off there, Mami. algo pasa."
"Nothing. In addition, I don't speak Spanish. "You should've stayed in Mexico if you wanted to speak your language," I hissed.
"I am Venezuelan; Mexicans aren't the only people who speak Spanish. But you're an American, so I don't expect you to be aware." She murmured.
"At least I didn't cross the border and kill people."
"Well, you are right about that." she said proudly.
I could hear the front door opening a little later.
"I guess you guys can start talking about it now."
"Baby!" he yelled from the doorway.
"In here!"
I could hear Carlton's heavy foot movements in the corridor.
He drew me into his arms and dipped me, then placed his lips against mine.
"I miss you."
I give him a little smile as I peck his cheeks and massage his shoulder. His grin faded. "Is there something wrong?" He inquired.
"Your sister is here; she's in the living room." I felt discouraged. We were meant to have sex, but now he'll have to deal with her. because I was not going to become engaged in this. I didn't marry the man of my dreams to run away from cops or dodge gunfire like a game of dodgeball.
"So, why the sour face?" He inquired, squeezing my cheeks like a baby.
I sighed, knowing he'd be agitated by the whole situation. But I decided to put my foot in it and confronted him about it.
"Is she going to live here with us?"
He exhaled a sigh. I observed his body language shift from relaxed to completely manic—perhaps manic is an overblown word to describe his entire behavior.
"Look, I'm just curious. So that I can prepare." Before he exploded, I quickly explained.
"She'll be staying here for a while, yes."
"Why didn't you just tell me, baby?" I tried to persuade him by caressing his arms.
"She's a member of the family. We always welcome family with open arms, no matter what."
I averted my gaze so he wouldn't notice my scowl.
He cocked my head in his direction, and I gave him a phony smile.
My blood runs cold just thinking of her filthy, murderous, and perverted sister being near me for even two hours.
"How long forever?"
He smiled, and his fingers drove into my jaw, causing me to whimper.
"She can stay as long as she wants. Do you get what I'm saying?" He inquired, his eyes filled with hate.
"I'm guessing you two discussed it." Juan said as he entered the kitchen. I let go of Carlton and stared at the kitchen tiles.
"What do you mean, there's nothing to talk about, we're a family."
I rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen.
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