𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝟏𝟒.

𝟭𝟭 - 𝟭𝟳 - 𝟮𝟬

"Come on Evelyn. It's been a week. Talk to me ma." Christian knocked at Evelyns door, talking softly through it. Even though her gut was telling her no, her heart folded and she got up and opened the door.

As soon as she saw his face, she began to sniffle and her eyes burned. She tore her eyes away from him before she started to cry again.

She didn't know why but she felt so hurt and betrayed by him. All she wanted was for him to confide in her, to come to bed with her after a heavy day and just talk about his day, regardless of the gore.

She didn't ask to hold a gun and to take someone's life. She didn't want that, she promised herself she wouldn't do anything like that but she allowed herself to be manipulated.

She knew she had the strength to get up and walk out of the basement, out of his house and go home. But she didn't, she willingly took the gun, regardless of her morals and simple society rules.

She felt inhumane, corrupt. She couldn't believe she'd taken a life. She had a choice and she chose the wrong one.

"Mama, it's okay." Christian comforted, closing the door behind him as he held two bags of McDonald's. She sat on the bed and swung her feet, trying to occupy herself with anything else that wasn't him.

He was in sweatpants and a hoodie, which made her realize how long he's been home. She'd been in his house for the time he's been in the Bahamas. She didn't go with and wouldn't let him take Albertoe.

He was heavily tanned. He had a few new small scars. One across his left eyebrow and Evelyn liked it.

As much as she hated herself for this, she was happy to see him. Her heart was beating fast as she felt his eyes on her. She knew she was too far in deep. Even after she cried for a week straight because of him, she missed his presence.

He sat next to her, scooting towards her so they were skin to skin. He took food out the bag and placed in gently in her lap, slowly rubbing her thighs before placing his hand in between them.

"Christian." She started, finding her voice.

He shushed her, pushing a finger to her lips. "Im sorry, mama. I was tweakin out that day, I can't even explain my thinking process. To trust someone in this line of business is to tell them every single thing about your work that isn't lawful. You take an oath when you become apart of the cartel and talking to people isn't right unless they're in the cartel themself or they were already in it."

"So what you're saying is." Evelyn began to say again but Christian interrupted her once more.

"You had to do it. Im sorry it was that way, but it had to be done."

Evelyn tried to get off the bed but Christian pushed her back down. "I'm sorry, mama." He pushed the food off the bed as he realized nobody would be eating.