His Queen (18+)

Chapter XXVI

THE REASON

But they don't know I'm fightin' demons
I feel like dyin' every season
I've been swimmin' in the deep end
All my bitches know I'm leavin' at some point
Whether there's a reason or not

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CHAPTER XXVI

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THE SECOND JORGE had set eyes on Daniel making his way out of the motel room a couple hours after the act, he knew exactly what was about to happen.

The two men met eyes, none of them breaking eye contact as Daniel slowly began to make his way over to Jorge as if hunting his prey. Jorge himself straightened up and took the small time he had to analyse Daniel's stance. It wasn't like he was going to fight him back if a fight were to break out, but at least he would know what he was up against.

It was late evening now, almost time for them to start heading off since they were travelling through the night to avoid being followed. Daniel was no longer shirtless and instead had his black hoodie back over him again.

Noticing his sudden silence, his friends who he had been sharing a cigarette with all turned around to see what had got his attention before letting out loud yelps of laughter once they realised who was approaching. By now, they had all been filled in about all that had happened and although they had stopped mocking Jorge for it a couple hours ago, the jeers and insults were back on their tongues, uncaring to the fact that he could die in the next few minutes.

“Should've minded you own business, shouldn't you have?” one of them mocked before they all patted him on the back and walked away, leaving him to his own fate.

Jorge's eyes followed them for a second, his lips set in a deep frown when he realised that they had taken the cigarette with them. They couldn't have let a dying friend at least enjoy one last puff?

As soon as he had turned around to look back at Daniel, he was surprised to see that he was already right in front of him. He wanted to take a step back, but urged himself to stay put as he looked him right in the eye to show that he wasn't backing down.

Jorge was expecting it, to get beaten or even shot, but no matter what happened, it didn't take away from the fact that he knew in his heart he did the right thing. Araceli was just as innocent as he was in the situation and as the person employed to ensure her safety, he wasn't sure if she would be safe if he left her so he stayed. It was as simple as that.

Of course, it became obvious that Daniel was truly no threat to her the second she had allowed herself to get close to him and snatch his gun. Any man with intentions to harm probably would've done so already because she gave him multiple opportunities to yet he never took any of them. Even the way he had grabbed was clearly in an effort to not cause her any harm. Jorge wasn't really sure what kind of relationship they had going on, but he knew that any man who was so willing to be gentle with her even after rightfully assuming she had cheated was very clearly a sucker for her.

She had him wrapped around her finger.

The two men stood there in silence and while Daniel's silence was caused by him thinking of what to say, Jorge's silence was him painfully anticipating the fist to the face that he was sure he was about to receive.

“What do I say to you?” Daniel asked, stepping back to lean against his car with his arms folded over his broad chest. He looked frustrated and if Jorge wasn't so busy trying to predict the exact second Daniel was going to whip out a gun and shoot him, he might've maybe felt kind of bad for him.