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MM • I Hate You • 18+ "You're a naughty boy. Only good boys are allowed to come" "I am a good boy" "You're not until you make me come" •• Juan Cruz, 21 years old, big mouth and a power bottom works in a trendy night club in Chicago. He wants to ge...

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🌶 Chapter 10 🌶️

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                                Four day's passed since Dream's got attacked
                            
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            

                            

                              
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Four day's passed since Dream's got attacked. Juan is since two days clingy. He's always by my side and his eyes are always connected with my movements. 
He literally prohibits me to do anything with mi familia, El Triunfador. He's scared and I can understand it but this is me. 
"Carlos, where are you going?", Juan asks fearfully 
"Baby, I have to go. Some business, you know"
"Yeah, I know exactly", he hisses 
"Don't be like this, Mi amor" 
"Don't be like what?!"
I exhale out loud. 
"I have to go now"
"Just leave"
After I'm done with my business I have to deal with his impulsive personality. But that's my baby. My impulsive baby. 
"Bye baby", I call but no answer
How can I make it up? I have to think about it while killing people. I have to chuckle. How pathetic. 
"Hermano, what's up?!", Alejandro yells ("Brother")
"Alejandro, mi hermano", I laugh 
The whole familia in our house. The El Triunfador house. 
"To our victory!", I yell and drink up
Everyone yells, growls and laughs out loud. 
"MI FAMILIA" 
Everyone is afraid of us, everyone respects us. This is our victory. We've sold the drugs and everyone saw what happens if they dare to threaten us.  
We drink till midnight, till the morning. I put out my phone and call mi bebe. 
"Carlos? Where are you? You okay?", he asks hastily 
"Uhm bebé te quiero", I babble 
("Uhm baby I love you")
"You're drunk"
"NO! I uhm I'm not"
"Fuck you, Carlos", he yells and hangs up
What's up with him? Did I say something wrong? I pour me another glass of scotch. 
"Alejandro, what the hell are you guys doing?",
a sweet voice asks loudly 
"Isn't this El Triunfadors bitch?", someone laughs 
My head is now glass clear and I stand up straight. 
"How the fuck did you just called him?", I snap
No one makes a sound, no one is breathing, even blinking. 
"I- I didn't mean to call him like that!"
"Yeah, you better didn't. He's not my fucking bitch, he's mi vida, mi amor, my man. Did you all understand this?", I ask more than serious
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