JOAQUINI loved her, no not past tense but present tense, I love her.She was the only woman who made me feel like this way like my shitty life could somehow change, and I was ready, to change.To become a batter man. To leave my terrible life behind and start a fresh. A good life without violence, without blood shed without my father but then life was never easy was it?I killed Rocco, I mean sure the motherfucker deserved it and it gave me pleasure to kill him but doing that had brought all of this shit in front of me.I gazed at the rusty place they held me in.It had been days since I ate anything, not that I would stomach any food with the sight in front of me.The blood and gore, a body sprawled up from the ceiling like it was nothing.Like it was a bloody sack of potatoes and not a living thing. They had done it in front of me, made sure I got to witness each and every layer of skin they pulled from the body.My screams had been nothing to them and how could they?We were train
CORNELIUS“Do you know who did this? Why—she never had any enemies, she never caused trouble. I don’t understand”“Has, she doesn’t have any enemies. Present tense because she’s going to pull through”, I said with a growl and my aunt Vicky shut her mouth with understanding.I scrubbed a hand over my face noticing the red color of Lydia’s blood adorning my hands like paint. My heart wept, my hands shook, I couldn’t breathe because it felt like I was on the losing end.Because I was on the losing end of the battle. I was about to lose the two people that mattered to me in a single day and I felt it. I felt it the minute the medics strapped Lydia’s lifeless body to the stretcher. I felt it the moment I glanced at the pool of blood left behind by her body.I felt it because she couldn’t move and inch as I tried to call her name over and over again. As I tried to plead for her to hold on. For my sake. For our baby’s sake.God, this was all my fault and if she died, I was going to die with
CORNELIUS “All I need is 24 hours to get the job done”, I snapped.Lowering his cap eyeing me like the deal wasn’t that sweet to consider he stated the obvious,“You’ve got a lot of money and we both know you have the means and resources to disappear from the face of the earth”True.So fucking true.I leveled him with a look,“I have nothing to live for”I didn’t and that was the fucking truth. A truth that had me mourning for days and wishing I was six feet under and not her.As for my son, a son I never got to hold or know his name, he was better off without me. Me being in his life would lead the same path to what happened to…her.She was dead.Out of existence and I was a shell of vengeance and fury.Shell of nothing but bitter wounds that refused to heal and I didn’t think I would heal and that’s why I was doing what needed to be done.For Lydia,For my son,Joaquin needed to die.And he was going to die, today.“Listen buddy, I’ve helped you tons of times before but this time i
CORNELIUS“We will get you out, you hear me Connor?” Aunt Vicky cried.“We all make an appeal”, Cain said behind her and my other cousin for the part eyed me like she’d received a strike to the heart.They all looked the same. Crestfallen after the judge’s verdict.For the most part of it I had remained neutral during the whole court hearing, my lawyer had deemed my case as a hard one to crack. I knew it, I knew it would be a hard one the minute I uttered the words ‘I am guilty’. And when the judge had given a final verdict of twenty-five years for all my crimes including dealing with LA’s largest crime lord, I had been rather disappointed than happy.Twenty-five years meant that there was a possibility of me getting out soon. A possibility of me seeing the outside world when I didn’t deserve it.My family had taken the news rather horribly. While they had forgiven me for everything that had transpired in the past, I wasn’t quite ready to forgive myself.This was my punishment, not pu
CLAIREAs sure as the color of the sky, the green in the grass, the shades of both yellow and orange in the sun's rays, I could attest to the fact that those were the only things that made sense in my life.I wasn't trying to be ungrateful. God knew I wasn't.But have you ever woken up one morning to realized that your life might as well have been a big lie.That maybe what you knew wasn't necessarily true. That maybe you didn't know yourself as much people knew you.It felt that way and even though I tried to push the ill feelings aside and tried to really enjoy what God had given me, I still felt...Stuck somewhere I didn't belong.Stuck as someone I didn't know in an utopian fantasy my mind had created.And it was safe to say, said mind had done a really great job in ensuring that I was stuck into being a shell of someone I didn't recognize."The whole barrel this time?" Old farmer Greg asked and I nodded taking the bills from my purse and giving it to him."They are adamant on win
CUTLER "Define argued", I practically growled over the phone."That thing you both do when you are upset. It's only for five months for pit's sake"Five months of torture if we were looking at it correctly."I'm not sticking around to be the next mayor of Whoville"With the hot air, too much fucking sun while we were at it, being a country bumpkin was the last thing on my mind let alone being a mayor."You do know that's not its name right?"I knew but I still pretended not to, to erase all the years of solitude in this forbid place.While others fell for the old country charm, I considered myself an odd ball who atleast could tolerate the bustle and hustle of the city than the sound of sheep bleating in the middle of the night.Because that was Willow Way summed up in a night. With sheep bleating.Willow Way was a typical town in an even dead part of the county where nothing happened.Frightfully boring.I would have probably said those two words about the town had I been called in
CLAIREZade Cutler.First born son of the mayor who I might have or might not have insulted.Bad enough having had to drag the conversation when he first said his name but right now at this second it was excruciatingly difficult seating a few inches away from him.I might not have told him my name to avoid any alterations in the future but hey he was driving home and if he knew his way around town it wouldn't take him long to know my name and my parent's names.Not that it was a big deal anyway. So what if he knew my parents hated his parents and would do absolutely anything to annihilate the competition at the contest?So what if I had called his father a big cheat? He didn't have a badge on him to arrest me so I shouldn't have been somewhat scared.Yet my hands clutched the knee length cardigan to my body, at the same time became sweaty and my knees must have given out the minute I entered his car.Or maybe it was him?True to the rumors, Zade Cutler was a tad bit goodlooking but no
ZADE CUTLERClaire Hayden hated my guts and some part of me had fun with that little piece of information.While San Francisco offered tons of women who would gladly suck me off with a command, Willow Way on the other hand had ladies that expected you to wed and bed them.You can imagine my surprise when I found out a gorgeous blonde like Claire Hayden wasn't in the least bit interested in me. Neither to bed or to wed.My ego had never felt battered like it did in this past week and like a knight on a quest, I had set out on a mission.Seduce the fiesty Claire Hayden.I admit it saying it that loud made me sound like a dick and maybe I was one but as long as my father intended on keeping me here, what was to keep a man from having fun?"Don't get like that Zade. He's only looking out for you", my mother pulled me out of my reverie and I swirled the vintage scotch in my hands with an unsatisfied grunt.I loved scotch but it was different when it came from my father's house and was boug