"Catch me if you can"
Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, w...
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| Hendrix Colombo |
"The twins have already destroyed something at the hotel" Diesel murmured, as he slid his phone back into his suit jacket, and sat down in the car beside me. It was no surprise to me, and I didn't even lift a finger at the fact that something had already been done. They did this, out of spite, to tell me something, but I would never bring it up, and would always just pay for it.
Diesel, on the other hand, was quick to kick and scream at them, but it changed nothing. I had given up a long time ago on that type of parenting, because the twins never listened. They were going to learn the hard way, sooner or later, and I was just waiting for due time. They would eventually realize that their savings was slowly dropping, as I wasn't putting my savings into theirs anymore.
"Where even are we? We should be closer to the hotel now" Diesel muttered to himself, as he sat impatiently, looking around at the busy streets of downtown LA. I hated driving through these parts, even stopping at a set of lights, prepared for some drugged up people to dent my car or try and attack me.
It wasn't that I wasn't strong enough to fight these people, it was just that I felt like I was too good to be here. "We will be there in a minuet, sir" the driver spoke up, but I continued to scroll through the numerous emails on my phone, not giving anyone a second glance. I knew where we were, and had been here a number of times, to still feel the chills that ran up my back at the thought of what happened years ago.
"Stabbed in the back, deflated lungs, gun shot wound to the forehead. Death by assassination"
The car suddenly stopped, so I finally put my phone away, back in my suit jacket, as I awaited for my door to be opened. I never opened the door, always waited for someone else to do it. I had the money to do so, but back then, I never did. If I have the money to pay someone to do something as simple as opening a door, then so be it.
I am not a nice person, and I would never say anything to change that perspective of myself to other people. When I get out of the car, my younger brother following, I don't say thank you or acknowledge the person. I have been brought up that way, and if people hate me for it, then so be it. That is the person I have chosen to be, and nothing will change that.
"That young boy is next. The eldest one. He is to die the same way his father did. Stab, deflate, shoot, repeat"
"What's the schedule?" I questioned my younger brother, who immediately pulled out a piece of paper, with the party invitation attached, placing it into my outstretched hand. People immediately bowed their heads when the two of us walked into the hotel, someone already having the keys ready for me, and the elevator doors opened.
This had been the way that we operated. This was how I was taught to operate. Standing in the elevator, in silence, there is nothing that I need to converse with my brother. If he had something to say, he would say it, and when he doesn't, I know he has nothing important to share. Nothing to query. "Twins" Diesel shouts when we enter the penthouse, while I leave him standing there, to head to my office.
