Out Of The Dust

11

"Where the hell is he!?" Daizee yelled as she stormed into the hospital. She saw her brother's men and Nestor stand up, but not the guy she was looking for. She got called a 9-1-1 by Nestor and had stolen Angel's car to get here.

"He's in with Emily." Nestor said trying to stop Daizee from going any farther. The girl was strong and pushed against him. She fought against him, until he picked her up and sat her down in a chair.

"What the hell happened?"

"The Fiesta, shit got out of hand."

"Was he the one who ordered the nun to be murdered?"

Nestor didn't say anything, but that was enough reassurance for Daizee. Daizee spit in his face and pushed him out of her way. She walked down the hallway towards Emily's room and threw the door open. Emily laid in her bed and Miguel was by herside. Daizee looked sad at Emily's injuries, but her anger was replaced when she saw her brother.

"Maldita perro!" She yelled at her brother and went after him. A guard held her back, and Miguel looked ready to fight, "Jodidamente matando al inocene sin ninguna maldita razon!"

"No tengo que passar todo por ti!"

"Sabes qiuen era ella?"

"Una monja que sabe donde esta mijo."

"Ella me salvo. Lago lagarto." Daizee said and Miguel gasped. He did remember the nun.

"I'm sorry, what the hell is going on here!?" Emily said looking at the two pissed off siblings.

"I told you it wasn't a good fucking idea. He can't be trusted and now look where your dumb ass fucking plan got you! A innocent dead nun and you in the fucking hospital! Keep me out of your retaliation bullshit from now on!" Daizee yelled and left the room.

Emily took a second to calm herself down after watching Daizee attack her husband. Miguel sighed and sat down at Emily's side. They were both mad at different things. Emily mad at the retaliation from Miguel, and Miguel mad at the whole thing and now his baby sister.

"What was that about?" Emily asked Miguel quietly.

"We went on a small vacation in Sonora. Me, Daizee, Nestor's older brother, and Daizee's brother. We went swimming in the Lake. Daizee ended up getting really sick, and we didn't know what to do. The nun, Jane, she. . . she helped us. Gave Daizee some meds she had and Daizee was well enough to travel back to the states. It's the only time I've been close to losing her."

Emily sighed, "Daizee told me this was a bad idea. But I still. . ."

"Don't listen to Daizee. She's. . . a hot head, with a lot of PTSD."

"But she knows how to do shit. And get things done. We need her to be on our side, Miguel."

"Don't worry about Daizee, I have a plan for that."

Daizee had returned back to Angel's house after driving around the town to cool off. She parked the car in it's same spot so hopefully Angel wouldn't know it was gone. She made her way up the stairs and into the house. It didn't shock her to find Angel not even up yet. Daizee kicked off her boots and threw the keys into the small dish by the door.

"Angel!?" She called out to him. Daizee heard the fridge door open and closed. She grabbed the gun out of her waist band and turned around to see Alice's head on the end of a gun. "Angel!" She screamed.

Angel came running out from the back room with his gun in his hand. He saw the same scene as Daizee did. He looked around and walked further into the room. Daizee was frozen in fear, too many things running through her head.