Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Ties, Ruin Touch.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

"Don't screw up, Jas." My grandfather's low voice echoed from our mutually connected calls. "We're screwed if this mission fails, and I'm not sure you'll survive."Perfect, Abuelo. That's very motivating.I closed my eyes, the wind blowing my hair loose. "I know. I'm trying." I said. "And I'll remind you that I never agreed to get into this game."'Tis already done," he replied calmly as if it wasn't him who forced me right at the senior high school graduation ceremony. "This has to be done. I'll be at Blooms tomorrow at two in the afternoon. You have to be there.""What about Papa, Mama and my brothers?""Your family still thinks you're on campus. If you don't mess up, our mission won't be exposed," he said.I hoped they would somehow find out what Grandpa had ordered me to do. Only they could stop my his ambition to control the Mexican cartel, which is why I had to be stuck in Juarez for six months."Understood," I said, and then he disconnected our call.I stared ahead, at the neig

"A woman was found dead in her room two hours ago. The police are trying to investigate." The female reporter's voice became a summer background. I leaned against the kitchen at home, staring at the television screen that Papa had deliberately placed at the far end of the kitchen.The reason is because Mama likes to spend time in the kitchen when Papa is busy outside with his work, Mama likes to cook, make cakes, make snacks when she is bored. Not wanting to make Mama even more bored, Papa put another television in the kitchen. An act of love that set the standard for me when I was looking for a man.We grew up in a Colombian mafia cartel family, but our family was far from the stereotype that people grew up with. There was no violence in our family. It probably started with the sweet gestures Papa always made to Mama. Anyone could see the love in Papa's eyes for Mama, and then that love poured out on us, their four children. Plus, being the only daughter in Papa's family, I was alway

"Tell me how you cried?" Maya asked when I had just come out of the room. She was sitting at the dining table with her laptop in front of her.I shrugged. "I'm not crying. No one cries." My aunt was crying hard, but it was just an act because after we got home and Grandma entered her room, she gave me the biggest smile ever."Your grandpa must be proud that you guys are that strong." She quipped.I laughed. "Yeah, he didn't want anyone to cry when he died," I replied as I stepped towards the kitchen counter and made coffee.Our apartment was a wide one-room style, so the living room and kitchen were only separated by a short partition. Then, there were only three rooms: my room, Maya's room, and the food storage. It was so different from the shabby, cramped apartment we had in Juarez. I had tried to keep things different from what we had in Juarez five years ago."Do you want coffee?" I asked."No. I'll just buy it on my way to work." She replied. "I've also made six sandwiches and