𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞

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8:49am
Los Angeles, California.
Richards Point Of View
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The feeling of his chest hurting awoke Richard, a feeling of uneasiness swept over his body—it sent chills down his spine, it didn't help that he was covered in a layer of cold sweat either. "What a way to start to the day." He mumbled sarcastically to himself and rolled over to grab his box of cigarettes and coat. On his way out the door, he noticed Rose's room. The door was wide open, the bed was in sight—but it was empty. He looked around his surrounding area to see if she was in sight, but it was empty. His footsteps were light as he approached the empty room. It was eerily silent. Staring at the bed, a folded note glared at him. Her bed wasn't even made, the blankets were messily wrinkled and thrown over. Pacing around the room, he pressed his lips into a line and walked toward the closet. Pulling the door open only confirmed his thoughts. Sending a kick to the door and a punch to the wall, he cursed out loud.

"Throwing a tantrum so early in the morning Ramirez?" Michael stood by the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused grin sitting on his lips. "Rose left." Richard replied wryly. Michaels smile dropped, "huh?" The tone in his voice had also changed, he watched Richard— who was walking angrily toward the bed, he picked up the note on the bed and pulled it open and stared at the handwriting. He read over the words over and over again until he could process what was going on and what she did.

"Dear Richard & Michael,

Goodbyes have always been too painful for me, I've sincerely appreciated everything that has been done for me and all the opportunities that were offered— but I've become tired and overwhelmed of this lifestyle where I am truly not free. I've decided to take my leave, don't look for me. By the time either of you find this, I'll be long gone— possibly out of the country. Thank you for everything.
forget about me.

Sincerely,

Rose."

Richard finished reading the words out loud and stared at Michael, his jaw clenched while balling the paper up before throwing it at Michaels chest so he could read it himself. "I'm out of here." He stormed passed the other male and made his way out of the door, slamming it behind himself. He was about to cuss out loud once again, but was stopped. "We can find her, you know." Michael called out from the front door, the wrinkled  note was neatly tucked between his fingers. Richard stopped and looked back at him. "She left the country Michael, she could be anywhere— Satan could show us the way— but I need a drink and a cigarette before any of that." He stared at the ground and shook his head. "I have very good connections, we'll find her if we have to." Michael grinned. This had just gotten very exciting, it had turned into a hunt for lost prey. Richard smiled back and shrugged his shoulders with a head shake.

"Come back inside, I'll call some numbers and see what we can do—she can't be far." Michael pulled the front door open wide and extended his arm past the door frame to allow Richard back inside. Quietly, he stepped inside and watched as Michael closed the door. "I'll make us coffee in that case." Richard muttered, disappearing into the kitchen and rummaging through the cupboards to get two mugs and a pot to boil water. He didn't feel like fidgeting with the stupid coffee maker.

Rubbing his temples roughly after setting the water to boil, he sighed and thought about his final encounter with Rose. What if that situation pushed her to the edge? He couldn't possibly understand why it had to be about her, when she had placed him in this situation. If he got his hands on her anytime soon, he'd make sure to give her the beating of her life. She had to pay her dues to him. Even though he did in fact force her into the situation she was in with him and Michael. The girl was entangled to them, it was no secret. But she was living fairly well, he didn't see why she'd run. After grabbing the pot with the boiling water, he quickly poured it into two mugs and mixed the ground coffee. Michael came into sight looking frustrated.

Silently, he reached for the seething coffee and chugged it. "There's absolutely no trace of her, I don't know how she did it—but her name didn't appear in any departing flights, we can't even find her in cameras—it's like she disappeared into dust." He slammed the empty mug down, causing it to shatter from the bottom as the sudden contact with the granite counter. Richard stared and grabbed his mug and tasted the bitter liquid. It burned his tongue and throat as it slowly made its way down, he could feel it sting and burn—but he didn't flinch. Reality had settled in. How the fuck would they find her? "It's obvious she doesn't want to be found, let's let her feel as if she's safe for a few months—there has to be a gap to everything and we will track her down—I will conjure the great one if I have to." He tossed the mug in the sink and watched the black substance spill out and then drain down the sink.

"Of course, she will feel safe if we don't come after her for that time." Michael crossed his arms over his chest and exhaled heavily. "I suppose we will have to bare her absence for the time being then— don't get too crazy with whoever you slaughter either." The blonde haired male adjusted his robe and checked the time. "With that being said, I'll see how I can adjust to this temporary loss." He turned away and began to walk away to his room, seconds passed and he disappeared into his room. Richard sighed once again and raked his fingers through his untamed messy curls.

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