Luis's POV
Dad slammed his hand down on the desk, and the sound echoed off the walls of the study. "I'm tired of this little asshole. Deal with it!"
"I don't know if that's a good idea," I said.
Dad raised an eyebrow at me. "Look, you've been out of sorts ever since you and Remi. You're upset, and I get that, but business is business, and I told you to deal with it."
"What the fuck? It ain't got nothing to do with Remi and me," I snapped.
"It sure seems like it does. The first month you two split, I couldn't keep you sober long enough to do one damn job!"
What he didn't know was we were only split a month, and I sobered up because of her. "He and I have a long history. I would be the first suspect if the prick went missing. As I said, it ain't got nothing to do with Remi."
Dad gritted his teeth. "Fine, then teach him a lesson, but next time, he pays the full price."
"Fine." I stood up, but Mom blocked my way out.
Mom sighed. "Lucifer, just have Lyric or Ryan deal with it."
"I'm not asking either one of them for a favor. I can barely get them on the phone lately. They're pissed off because of the shit Luis pulled, so Luis can fucking deal with it," Dad argued.
I walked around Mom and out of the study. We had been sitting there talking about the next cocaine pick-up from the Cartel when Dad got a phone call that the Fischer family stole some of our cocaine. The Fischer family tried to destroy our relations and take our territory for the last ten years. Jarrod's uncle ran the family—a mafia of sorts and not a small one by any means.
One of our guys saw Jarrod on the camera, so he would be the one to pay for what happened. Jarrod and his family weren't much different from us. They were a mafia, but we were still bigger and stronger. However, the Fischer family had such ties to politicians that we couldn't totally kill them off and get away with it. My dad didn't fuck with politicians, and he wasn't in any cops' pockets.
It had been two weeks since I saw Remi last. Her father kept her busy, and my father kept me busy. I considered that maybe they knew we were sneaking around, but I was pretty sure if her father knew, he would have killed me by now. We couldn't even get away with phone sex without getting interrupted, and we tried that a couple of times.
After driving around for a couple of hours and not finding Jarrod, I tried a different approach to find him. His best friend Matt came out of a pizza joint with some girl. I climbed out of my car, but he didn't notice me. The streets were busy and dark—only dimly lit by the streetlamps.
I walked up behind Matt and grabbed him, slamming him against the brick wall of the building. My arm pressed against his throat to hold him in place. Nobody took notice apart from the girl that was with him.
She gasped in shock and stumbled backward.
I looked at her with a murderous expression, only meant to frighten her. "Get fucking lost," I warned.
She took off running.
My eyes flickered back to Matt. "Hey, Matt."
"What the fuck do you want?" he spat.
"Hm," I hummed. My fist balled up and collided with his stomach.
He groaned, and his body tensed up from the pain.
"You should be a little nicer to me, Matt, if you want to walk away from this situation without any black eyes," I said casually and smiled.
"What do you want?" he asked politely.
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Break My Heart
RomanceTRIGGER WARNING! Read the first story, "His Name Is Lucifer," or don't, it doesn't matter. This story Break My Heart can be read as a stand-alone. I didn't want to come off as ungrateful, though according to Mom, that was what I was an ungrateful b...
