a/n: I am extremely sorry for anyone who has already read this chapter or is going to read this chapter. I am cringing just reading it back. I promise the chapters in the future are 10 times better than this one.
Xoxo A.
Sage.
I thought that leaving everything behind to move to another country was the most difficult thing in life. I was wrong. Looking up at the plane that will bring me to the place I first had so much love for is making me unnerved. The adrenaline I had an hour ago has slowly faded away. Atlas' kiss still in the back of my head scaring all my other thoughts.
I have to forget about him. I have another boyfriend for fuck sakes.
"Are you okay?" I hear Douglas- no, my boyfriend say. "I'm fine" I say as I walk up to the plane. "You're never like this Sage. Are you going to tell me what happened seven years ago?" Douglas was the first to care about me since I've arrived in Mexico. Still, I haven't told him about the kiss. Does that make me a bad girlfriend? Yes? No? Maybe. I don't know. I've trained for seven years to do many things including keeping my emotions in check. What the fuck is wrong with me. I can't even do the thing I've been training to do for so long.
"Sage?"
"What?!"
"Did you even hear what I said?"
"Douglas, I have more important things to think about than what you said"
"I know, but I'm worrying about you"
"So don't" It has always been easy for me to just turn my emotions off. Allowing me to live worry free. Except for today.
"Could you for once just tell me what's going on with you?"
"Sure, but it's a long story. Take a seat, Doug."
As Douglas walks to take a seat on the plane, I am mentally preparing myself. "Emotions make you weak" Is something my uncle always told me. Hearing the plane's engine roar made me remember what I'm meant to do. To kill those fuckers. They fucking killed my damn cousin and got me into this mess.
"You remember Mateo right?" I asked Doug emotionless. I never cared about Mateo nor about his death. He was just another lost cause. Drugs, girls and alcohol taking over his life, he never really cared about the family business. As the rightful heir to the Morales Mafia, it cost him his life. Making me the next heir since Juan, my uncle, doesn't have any other children.
"Yeah, what happened to him? No one has told me."
"He died Douglas, why else do you fucking think he never showed his face ever again?! Because he is fucking seven feet under the ground and has left his mess for me to clean up. I had to leave everything behind even though I never wanted this criminal life."
Douglas was quiet, it kind of made me guilty for screaming at him. But guilt won't help you. It will only slow you down.
"I had to leave the one good thing that happened to me behind. My childhood best friend, Atlas, kissed me the night before I had to leave. At the time, I didn't know how to respond so I just pushed him off me. Error número uno [Mistake number one]." I'm honestly more angry at myself than at Atlas. He shouldn't have kissed me that night. Atlas was never more than a friend to me. But he had the right to know that I was going to leave the next day.
"Fazed by his actions, I never told him I had to leave the next day. Error número dos. [Mistake number two]"
"Lo siento, querido" ["Sorry, dear"]
"Don't call me that Doug. You know it's cringy." I hate when people call me that lovey-dovey type of shit. I am Sage fucking Morales. I don't have time for that shit.
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After arriving in Phoenix, Douglas and Nysa the two people that I could consider my friends, wanted me to show them my favourite parts of the city. Going back to a city after leaving so urgently gives off a weird feeling. Everyone is watching you in shock as you walk down the streets. It's been a while since I've seen everyone. They've all changed while I'm just... the same.
The first place I brought them to was Desert Botanical Garden. My mom used to bring me here every day. And when she couldn't, my father brought me here to pick some flowers for my mother. My parents always wanted me to live to most normal life as I could. Being related to the mafia is a reason for other mafias to kill you. So they kept me on the low. I never complained because I never wanted this damn life in the first place.
It was starting to get late but my mind was racing through my head. Alcohol is a short-term answer. I don't care. I need some fucking whiskey in my system. Next stop, the club.
Making my way to the dance floor with a glass of whiskey on ice in my left hand, slowly taking small sips from it every now and then. It felt good letting go for an hour or two, knowing I had to get to the serious work the next day. My right hand is always placed on my thigh where my knife brace and alert button are located. I've always enjoyed knives more. They bring more pain to the enemy. The alert button alerts Douglas, giving me the possibility to call him if I need help. I've barely used it because I like to get my own shit done on my own.
Feeling two hands on my waist pulling me off the dance floor, my first instinct was to grab my knife.
"Wow, slow down there tiger" I hear a familiar voice whisper.
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