All Chapters of Reporting from the underworld: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Alejandro's pov I stumbled into the dimly lit bar, the neon signs outside reflecting off the polished wood like a sad, desperate attempt to brighten up my mood. The bartender raised an eyebrow as I slid onto the stool, ordering another whiskey without even looking at the menu. Samson, my best friend since forever, appeared out of nowhere, concern etched on his face like a permanent marker. "Alejandro, slow down, man," he said, his voice low and soothing, but I waved him off. "Just one more, Sam," I slurred, my words barely making sense as the liquor took hold. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest. Samson sighed, taking the stool next to me. "You're going to regret this tomorrow." I laughed, a bitter sound that scraped against my throat. "What's there to regret? I just got my heart broken by the one person I thought...never mind." Samson knew exactly who I was talking about. He'd been there for every late-night conversation

Alejandro's pov.“Now don't do anything stupid…” Samson said as he tucked me in bed, “especially calling that son of a bitch, you're only going to do yourself harm.”“Yes mother…” I said jokingly to which Samson chuckled.“You know I am just doing my best to keep you safe.” Samson said with worry etched on his face.“I will be leaving and I'll drop by early in the morning to check on you before I head out to work. I'll lock the door from the outside, you can unlock it yourself tomorrow morning yourself He turned off the light and closed the door behind him.I slowly fell asleep as I heard his car driving away but I was jolted back up when I heard the door knob rattling.“Samson?” I called out drowsily in the darkness, “did you forget something?” There was no response.I tried to remember if I ever heard him pulling back in my driveway but I guessed I must have been deep asleep to have noticed.I walked out my room to the living room sleepy eyed, “did you forget something? You know y

Alejandro's pov “Get in!” He barked.“Where are we headed?” I asked, clad in the beautiful tuxedo that I had found in the wardrobe of the room he Locked me in earlier.He might be a handsome man with terrible manners, but the few hours I had spent with him told me all I needed to know; he did not have terrible taste.“Do you ever shut your mouth?” Pedro, who was visibly annoyed, asked..“Just get into the act and do not say a word if you want to live.” Miguel warned.He sounded serious this time around and I had no choice than to obey.We got to a huge mansion and I barely had enough time to take a look at the environment till I was yanked inside by Miguel.“Now do not speak until you're spoken too.” He warned.Just as we made it past the front door,I noticed a very familiar face.“Ah shit!” Miguel cursed. Apparently the face made the both of us uncomfortable.“Bow!” He ordered.“What the fuck? No! There's no way you're going to go that far with me!” “Bow or you die!” He warned.I