We all rush to a black SUV in an attempt to shelter ourselves from the torrential rain. I managed to scramble my way through the crowd of...men...and into the front seat. The rest of the group struggle their way for a seat to try and avoid the back with all our luggage. In the end we pressure Picasso to sit with the luggage since Lorenzo held a gun to his head and forced him into the back before climbing into the drivers seat. Why is he always sitting next to me? Why can't Ruben or Diego drive for once? Lucifer starts the engine then proceeding to speed off down the road; as per usual.
"How much shit did you bring Carmen!" Alejandro's muffled voice screams through the suitcases.
"England's cold and besides we are all going out clubbing at some point so I came prepared. Oh and the clubbing is non negotiable." She answers confused as to why Alejandro would ask such a question. I hope she doesn't expect me to know any decent clubs in the area; I was never allowed to go out with the very few friends I had.
"Carmen why the fuck have you packed a box of condoms?" Picasso holds up the box showing it everyone in the car. Carmens face goes a deep red causing us all to laugh at her embarrassment.
"ALEJANDRO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING THROUGH MY STUFF! DEVUÉLVELO HIJO DE PUTA!"(you son of a bitch) Carmen screams at the top of her lungs as she waves her arms around to snatch the box off of him.
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After the whole fiasco with Carmen, Alejandro and the condom box, the remainder of the three fucking hour car journey was spent with us arguing about who has the best hit list. I won. Obviously.
Eventually we pull up outside a modern styled two story house - not as large as our house in Barcelona - but still fucking huge. I recognise the area. The house is located on the outskirts of the town where I grew up. We often referred to the people in this town as the 'money dwellers'; the people here lied and scammed for a living. Yet the people who worked their asses off were forced to live in old ratty flats with the bare minimum. However I will make an exception just this once and stay on this side of town if it means I can find some answers.
As my mind wondered, I didn't notice everyone exiting the car until Picasso practically dragged me out by the hair. Although he soon lets go when I grab his wrist bending his fingers back and twisting him around allowing me to restrict his movements.
"Ah let go of me puta!" He spits but I ignore him. You would seriously think he would be intimidating since our dad is the mafia don; but no. However he likes to think he is.
"Next time don't drag me you whore! Entender?"(understand) I threaten him before turning around to open the front door and enter the house.
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Despite my threats, everyone demands that we start searching tomorrow and not today. Apparently 'we should rest today and start looking tomorrow when we have more energy' what a load of bullshit. The sooner we start looking the sooner we can find whatever the hell we are looking for. That conversation ended with me taking the largest room and stealing Alejandro's gun for protection (in case anyone wanted to steal the room off of me). Although the shit found out and stole it back off of me - so rude. It's not my fault I haven't got a gun? Actually, come to think of it, why has no one handed me my own gun? I am more than capable. Oh well just another thing to add to my agenda.
To what I presumed to be a lazy evening (well on my account anyway) was rudely interrupted when Carmen barged her way into my room.
"What do you want whore?" I ask when she threw herself next to me on top of my bed.
"I'm bored. You grew up in this shit hole, what is there to do?" She looks up at me as if I am supposed to know.
"Nothing that is near by." I shrug and watch as her face drops unamused with my answer. Luckily for her an idea springs to mind.
"Want to go and abuse Ruby? We can try and find out who his girlfriend is. Poor girl." I shake my head at the poor girl's dilemma. Carmen leaps off my bed and rushes out of my room to wherever Ruben is (I assume). Just as I am about to leave, Lorenzo walks past the door.
"Hey Lucifer I need to talk to you!" I yell immediately catching his attention. He pauses then takes a couple of steps back before entering my room.
"Sí ángel?"(yes angel) he leans his body against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest emphasising his muscles.
"Like what you see ángel?" He smirks. WHAT! I was not gawking at him; his ego is too big for his own good.
"Don't flatter yourself amor. First of all I need my own gun. Second of all I need to bring back my clothes from my flat tomorrow and third of all we have to go at night. Everyone knows who I am, they will recognise me during the day." I ramble, all though I was very serious. He raises his eyebrow at me as if to say 'are you done?', I nod initiating that I have finished talking. He sighs taking in my words, he rolls his eyes up pursing his lips together sarcastically.
"Um, let me think. No to the gun, depends on the clothes and yes to leaving at night. We can spend the day making a plan." He smirks at my irritated face. What does he mean no to a gun? The dickhead has seen me use a gun, so why can't I have one? And who does he think he is saying 'depends' on retrieving my OWN clothes?
"Sorry to disappoint Lucifer but it wasn't a question." I enlighten him with a grin. Although his smirk grows only fuelling my curiosity. He pushes of off the door frame approaching me; soon enough his tall figure is towering over my small one.
"And that wasn't up for debate ángel." He whispers in my ear; his face mere inches from mine. My breathing increases and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as his warm breaths fan against my skin, sending a shiver down my spin, but I hide it from him. The last thing I need is to add to his forever growing ego.
"We will see about that amor."(love) My smirk mirrors his, both of us fighting to gain the most control. We stare at each other, neither of use breaking eye contact because we are both too stubborn.
"Lea you whore, where the-" Carmen wanders in but cuts herself off when she spots Lorenzo and I peering up at each other. I break eye contact first turning my attention to Carmen who has a mischievous grin on her face. Lorenzo tosses his head back and sighs before turning around to look at Carmen. Although his smirk has been replaced with a serious scowl. I don't know why though?
"Woah Lorenzo you have known this girl for what...four days and you already look like you want to fuck her." Carmen rolls her eyes at Lorenzo whose scowl only deepens before he leaves the room without another word. Once Lorenzo is gone, Carmen averts her eyes back to me and smirks. A smirk very similar to Lucifer's. It must be a family thing. She opens her mouth to say something but soon shuts it when I send her a deadly glare. With that she exits the room with a smirk plastered onto her face. I don't think she is bored anymore.
I throw my head back in exhaustion before collapsing down onto my bed. I turn on my phone screen reading the time.
00:21
I wait patiently for the rest of the house to settle down before I decide to fall asleep. Considering I am in a house full of mafia members, I am left waiting for a pretty long time. Eventually, the loud shits start to quiet down and soon change into silence.
I close my eyes to allow sleep to engulf me, although my phone buzzing wakes me up from my half asleep state. Pulling myself up, I reach over to my bedside table picking up my phone to read the notification. It's a message. I click onto the messaging app and read:
UNKOWN:
Ware to look first Lea?
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By they way I know it is supposed to be 'where' and not 'ware' but it will make sense soon.
Hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading. And thank you to anyone who decides to vote, it will be greatly appreciated.
Until next time - N
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Ángel
RomanceLeandra Álvera, always left in the dark about her real life. About her father. Her mother told her it was for her own good. To protect Lea. But what happens when Lea learns all her mothers lies? Everything she thought to be true gets turned upside...
