Lo Que Siento - C!Quackity x Reader

capítulo tres - "Oh, so doll face can speak?"

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Here before me on what had become the party strip of the city, where despite the high crime tourist couldn't help but visit and well as the name implied, party. I stayed close to Karl and my three other bodyguards while we approached the entrance, although I stopped in my tracks to admire the huge glimmering building that was so clean it I quite literally saw my own reflection in it. The architecture reminded me of something out of a Dr. Seuss children's book, with the curious curves and outside patios with spiral stairs being visible. The crown jewel though? The elevators you could see go up and down, with the silhouette of people inside as it was entirely made out of glass. It was famously incredible since all twelve elevators located around he building were made of reinforced glass alongside the shaft it went up and down in. At at the very top, known as the VIP floor where Mr. Maldonado was said to take gullible women to sleep with them and meet with various famous clients in the underworld space, or even regular people willing to pay his absurd price to discuss business of finding, gathering information or assassination of people. Right where that floor should be was his name written in cursive with the word casino tagged onto the end; Maldonado Casino. The place was huge, many security guards on watch with Karl also noting that they were extra careful today since I was here, their new boss. I had only really been leader of organized crime for about a month, and only found out I was connected to it a month and a half ago when my aunt laid on her deathbed apologizing for what she had to leave me. Her illness came so suddenly, one day she was here and the next she wasn't, it was so emotionally straining but I was thankful I had people there to support me and send me their most loving messages. I was blessed that I no longer was in desperate poverty, but I also hated that I was becoming the face of one of the biggest gangs in possibly the whole world. I won't lie when I say I felt betrayed one of the reasons my aunt had sent me to learn so many things was to be able to support the gang, it made you think whether she loved me at all in the first place... Or she liked the idea of keeping the gang alive and well with someone she could trust. I hated it, how morals weren't anywhere to be seen, I had been asked at one point if I wanted to personally show up for the execution for a traitors family. It was horrible, coming straight off the plane from England where for once I could be a normal person living a middle class life with a couple friends and classes to attend to. This wasn't me, and I had no clue how to get this off my hands.

I didn't tell anyone how I felt though, not even Karl, who was like an older brother to me.

But until I could properly think of someone to pass the organization to, I knew I could use it to my advantage. I was never someone that could come up with elaborate plans or do something completely thought out but out of the two main problems of my life, the former being running a whole crime organization that I was most certainly not ready to; the latter was the fact I still held onto hope for Alexis. It had been a little over fifteen years, I knew it was a shot in the dark but I needed to know what happened to him. He could still be alive, even if I could still remember all nineteen shots from that morning I had awoken to him just being... Gone. Call it the optimist in me but I had high hopes, good hopes that I could one day have what we had a decade and a half ago... Crazy to think I was already twenty-six.

"Mr. Maldonado is probably waiting for us on his VIP Floor, but make sure to keep your sunglasses on until we get there I don't want any unwanted people to recognize you." Karl urged, putting back on my huge square sunglasses that tinted the beauty of the building. "I'm walking in there with a pack of bodyguards don't you think that'd make people's heads turn?" "You can't be too safe okay? Yes, you're immediately recognizable from all the media coverage but a lot of important people pass through here. Even if it's a futile effort the extra second they take to look twice to confirm it's you is crucial. I don't want you getting hurt." He gave me a small smile and pat my head, I hated how much taller he was than me since as kids we were practically the same height. I appreciated his concern and it was nice knowing that in this crazy underworld I found myself a leader of, and trapped inside, that I had a beam of hope to always look out for me. He held my hand lovingly to help me not feel so awkward and out of place for when we entered as when we did people awed and stared at me, whether that be because I had very tall and scary men surrounding me or because I was wearing a very flattering and very expensive evening gown to try and match the elegant feel of the 'North-west Party District'. I was told not to make eye contact with everyone and stride with confidence, I tried my best while squeezing Karl's soft hand for comfort. We walked past waves of people, they made way for us as we were escorted by armed staff to a more private part of the lobby where we were taken into a elevator. Karl seemed partially alert, especially here, places like these, tight inescapable rooms like elevators were the perfect place for an assassination to strike. I couldn't get away for upwards of a minute, that was why he always asked me to never publicly be seen by anyone talking with someone else as that could indicate where I would be next. That was his reasoning for him going to personally speaking with Mr. Maldonado rather than myself. Although he was apparently only a year older than me he I insisted I called him Mr. Maldonado for respect and to not get too comfortable with him as he put it.