Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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She never thought that her need to connect - her inability to connect with her family - would bring her here, like this. Face to face with all of it and at once.
Instantly, sitting passed between Zico and her father. She didn't know how much the two men already knew about each other. She had to remind herself of all the new information she recently learned.
Her father, a mafia boss. Her lover, a young dealer prince. And her mother and her, in the middle of it all.
Ernesto's words echoed in her head '...your father...runs the cartel under which Zico operates.'
Finally, her father spoke: "What a surprise," he said diplomatically.
Clementine saw that he was going to play it cool. She didn't know whether she should be relieved or more nervous.
"Hi." Zico said, probably doing his best to be...professional?
She could tell her parents were restrained.
A lot was being passed between them without words. And then Clementine thought they were all going to get out of it unscathed.
But then Zico did something stupid.
"I know you didn't expect to see me here, Andreu," oh God, she thought, he used his name. "But I have serious intentions towards your daughter."
Clementine's eyes widened, serious intentions? After everything, now he had serious intentions? He was definitely high. Clementine liked hearing it, sure, but it felt strange.
She swore she could see her mother roll her eyes in a flash.
Her dad looked at him, then her, then him again. He didn't say much. Nothing at all. He just showed a sneer like smile, scoffed and then turned around, taking his wife with him. Leaving Clementine and Zico standing there, like two stray, wet dogs.
