Fourteen: ATrap

Travis 

I took a step forward and turned around to see Stanley smiling mischievously.

I get it now, he must be that cunning.

I scoffed and walked back to take my seat near him.

"What's wrong?" He squint. His smile turned into a furrow.

"You think I don't know Carlos very much do you? We've spent a month together, of course I know him. Abd I can tell you he doesn't like his little dick to be sucked." I said it like I knew him that well. Did I have to put little though.

I did notice how Stanley's gaze settled though.

If there's anything I know about facial expressions, it's this one. 

He's totally disappointed that I figured it out.

Believing I have won our little dare, I began walking back to go sit down.

"How about a kiss?" Stanley's words made me pause. "He shouldn't be troubled if you gave him a kiss now right? After all, you two do that all the time." He take up his glass to his mouth.

What the hell does this man wants?

He's trying to much to prove whatever it is he has stocked in his head.

I grinned and stride away angrily, not willing to argue any longer because it felt pointless.

Carlos was still with the stripper. They seemed to be exchanging numbers before I got there.

I made a fake coughed and whispered to Carlos that, 'Stanley is here' before kissing him.

I held his hand and pulled him away, leading him out of the club.

As we walked away, I turned to see Stanley looking at us with scorn. 

I hope I have just cleared his doubts once again.

In as much as I hate to admit it, this is my second time kissing Carlos, and it totally feels normal.

Carlos pulls his hand from mine just on reaching the door. We haven't even gone outside yet.

"I'm not leaving, just because someone is here. He doesn't own me okay?" He's definitely referring to Stanley.

"We just got here, I can't leave." He added.

The only reason I want to leave in the first place is because I needed to meet with Mr. Alvarez at this hour. 

Gosh! It's my second day working for this family and I'm already placed on a hot seat.

"Hey." I called him softly. I didn't mean to do that. His face still gives me a hunch for hatred.

"Look! you don't really have to do this right now. He got you in a bar and you're not with me, your supposed boyfriend, what do you think that proves?" I asked.

"Do you think he figured out?" His voice melted. That once harsh and loud tone broke down to a cautious one.

"He asked me to go suck your..." I twisted my lips and then continued, "he told me to suck your dick as a test."

"What!" 

"Yeah! But I figured out he was trying to put me in trouble so I refused."

"Uhmm...Thank you, I owe you one. I'll make it up to you I swear." 

Did I just hear him say that?

So he does appreciate an effort, that's weird coming from a spoiled guy.

He walked out and beckoned on me to follow suit.

I don't know if this is real, but I think I've just earned his trust.

This is just the first step to fulfilling my mission and I've nailed it.

Man! I'm so excited right now.

"Pedro!" I heard Carlos call that name all of a sudden.

I lifted up my face to see a few group of men standing before us.

Thugs is the perfect description for them. 

Huge. Tall. Tattoos that stick like garments and sticks in their hands.

They're eyes looked fierce like they were ready to beat someone.

If I had known better I'll say they were here for Carlos.

"So, we finally meet again Carl!" The taller one in front said. He had a cracky voice that was barely audible.

"Long time no see Pedro." Carlos retorted, taking one step back.

My suspicion wasn't far from the truth. They were definitely here for Carlos.

I wonder what business he has with them now?"

"I hope you brought me my money Carlos?" The front man asked.

I suppose he's the Pedro.

Looking closely at the sticks in their hands, they had nails driven to it, halfway.

These guys are surely up for a fight. Four of them.

I might not have known Carlos for a long time, but he definitely doesn't have the physique of a fighter.

"Come on Pedro, let's sit down and talk about this." Carlos proposed.

"Sit and talk? It's been a month Carl, I haven't heard from you or even seen you."

"I know. The thing is, I've been busy with work and..."

They all bursted into laughter.

"What's funny?" Carlos asked.

"You don't go to work Carl, you're useless." Pedro joked about it.

Carlos made a fist and took two steps forward.

I held his hand from taking any further step.

"They have weapons." I advised him.

"So, what's it about work?" Pedro started, sounding mockingly.

"I don't have your money Pedro. I know where to find you if I do." Carlos answered rudely and tried to walk away.

It was like a snap in time, Pedro swinged his bat across Carlos' face.

I was fast enough to pull him away, but he got a scratch on his nose.

Fuck! I was wrong about these men. They didn't come for a fight. They came to kill.

"Stay behind me!" I commanded Carlos, while folding my hands for a fight.

Pedro scoffed.

"I see you've got a bodyguard. I hope he survives this, because you'll die if he doesn't." He says.

I gulped.

I've never fought up to three person before, just maximum of two.

Here I am about to face four foes. 

They aren't even my foes.

Why do I be the one to fight all his enemies?

I should just leave them to get him killed. That will settle the score with Emilia's death anyway.

But, then there's his father who knows where to find me even I run away.

I have to also get him out of the picture.

Alright! Let's get this fight over with.