Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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- Javier De Leo -
"Come on, come at me again!" I basically shouted, wiping the blood from my busted lip with my right thumb. I was full of adrenaline even though my body looked bruised and battered from the outside.
This was all just a game for me, whereas for him, it was life or death against the three of us: Emiliano, me, and Carlos. The eldest cousins, or better known as, The Deadly Terminators.
We are the best of the best and nothing can beat us, not even this guy that was beating me up, but I didn't care. He wasn't doing any damage, and as bad as it may sound, I liked the feeling of the pain. For some reason, I had always craved it, whether it be punching a bag till I bled out or racing a car down the backstreets.
For me, it was all about the thrill and adrenaline that ran through my bones and blood. I knew I wasn't the only one here that craved the same things. We had been brought up this way; it was the way of the Spanish Mafia.
"Come on little boy, fight us" Emiliano smirked. This was the side I saw all the time of Emiliano, but now, I saw more of a caring side to him. He cared more about Elizabeth and now Liam, Benjamin, Savanah, and Nicolas.
I hadn't seemed him for the past 3 weeks as he was preoccupied with them. But now, this was the Emiliano I was used to seeing. The other one had scared me a little, as I knew that he could kill whoever got in his way and not get caught. He never faced consequences. I mean neither did I so I wasn't one to say much either.
Carlos was a different story. He seemed to avoid trouble, unlike his younger brothers, but he still seemed to involve himself when it was needed. Like, for example, if Alvaro got into a fight at school, he always pulled him out and set everything straight again. Like nothing ever happened.
"I don't like the way you are treating me!" the prisoner who I had no name of, shouted at the three of us. He worked for R&C, and his little visit to Spain had made us get closer to the Garcia's.
They were going to pay for what they had done to our families, especially the Rodriguez's. None of us ever asked for anything that they gave us. They had to pay for what they started, whether some lives may be lost on the way.
I kneeled beside my brothers body, holding tightly onto him. I knew he was gone, but I just needed him to hold me. Hold me for one last time before my own body would be dragged away from his.
"I don't like the way you have treated our families!" I shouted right back, stepping close to the prisoner. I didn't care if he was intimidated or not, he needed to know how we felt. "You ruined our lives, and for what? Just to mock at us and laugh? We won't ever give you a reaction" and I stormed out of the room.
I couldn't stand there for any longer. There was just something about him that made me feel hurt or wounded for some reason. It was like he had struck a nerve deep within me and I don't know why.
