ALORA

TWENTY-FOUR

PABLO'S POV

When I was a little boy my mother would tell me "bad things happen to good people"and vice versa, and I would ask her what she meant, she told me I would understand when I get older, and I understand now...

Sitting here, watching her In her unconscious state, I understand. If this was a different scenario, if she had a good life I'm sure she'd have turned out different, but sometimes life was not always fair, my mother did also tell me that "God would never give you what you couldn't handle"

I guess she could handle some of it, but she still was still human, and humans cry. I felt sympathy, I suppose it was normal for a human to feel such emotions.

She has been unconscious for a long time, I really hope she is not dead, or maybe she was just really tired and the sedative just triggered her tiredness, either way I wanted her to know about what we found out, we were surely going to sleep, happily, to the sound of their wailing.

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Walking in to the meeting room it was flooded with thousand of guards and that was half of the people who worked for me, even if I needed to meet with all the guards I had to do in portions because I for no reason could leave my estate unattended to..

Walking in they paved way for me and I walked and just sat down in the corner, it didn't matter where I sat, because they were going to turn towards my direction either way, sitting down I sighed, it's been a really stressful life, and I barely have peace....

"I do not have the strength to interrogate you all. Now unless you are ready to die I suggest you start talking" I said quietly, I couldn't speak in my native language because Mexicans are latin Americans and I did have some American guards with me, it was okay by me because the American mafia and our mafia were on good terms. Or so I thought.

My question stirred up mumbling and I didn't have the energy or the capacity to retain this amount of gossip "shut up" I said quietly  "all of you who were on outside patrol that day, I want you guys to step forward" looking at my right hand, Emiliano. He nodded to me answering my unsaid question which was if this were all the guards situated outside the hospital and the entire estate in general...

"How did the Russians get in?" I asked quietly, I was never a man if violence on the contrary I always preferred a meaningful dialogue, but that didn't mean I wasn't good at violence.

They all shook their head in terror and in panic, my dad always told me 'Adrenaline dulls reason, and panic kills it' and boy was he right, and that was why I was the way I was, always well reserved and quiet I never allowed Panic or my adrenaline get the better of me.

"No one knows?" Standing up, I dusted my suit and buttoned the jacket, I was a perfectionist, it wasn't my fault when you lived with the kind of father I had, you would have no choice

Looking at Emiliano I said, "I want them all at the chambers. inmediatamente!" (immediately)

ALORA'S POV

Sighing, I rolled to the side wanting to continue my sweet sleep, but I didn't remember falling asleep. I guess it's okay we don't usually remember anything for the first seconds of waking up. But it was bright out, and someone was watching me...

Finally opening my eyes I stood up at alert grabbing the knife that was always strapped to my thigh, I sighed heavily trying to steady my breathing when I realized that it was just Pablo. Lying back down I remembered how I had been drugged. I pulled the covers over my head groaning out to let him know I didn't appreciate him disturbing my rest

"Alright, it's time you get up zombie" he said from where he sat typing away on his iPad, cracking one eye open I asked "zombie?" He glanced at me then back to his iPad "if you saw how you look right now, you would know I chose my word appropriately" shutting my eyes back I just raised my middle finger to the air

"I have some people that you would like to meet" he finally said standing up and walking to the long mirror in our room and adjusting his already perfect suit, grabbing the covers I pulled it over my head "but before we get to that, do you always sleep with a knife strapped to your thigh?" He asked "if you've killed as much as I have, you won't even sleep a wink" and he gave me a look as if saying 'look at who you're talking to' and I just waved him off "and I couldn't unstrapped it because I was to busy trying not to get killed by the amount sedative you injected into my system" I said glaring at him.

It might sound as though I was a pussy, but I'd choose life any day to death and I was raised to always be at alert, we always slept with this paranoia, it ate deep. We lived with it, cause unlike most human beings we killed for fun. And I knew that karma was a bitch, it would always come back to bite me In the ass, I just have to be prepared to take whatever karma decides to throw my way.

"Okay there are some people that would like to meet you Alora" he said again "I don't want to meet anyone, and I don't think the sedative you gave me has cleared" I said rubbing my eyes "why was I drugged again?" I asked "because you never stop talking!" He snapped

Throwing the covers back over my head I decided to go back to sleep, but of course the big bad Pablo always had to have his way "we're leaving" he said pulling me up and carrying me. He sat me down  on the vanity facing the make up mirror that I never use and he brushed my hair...

Looking at him through the window I felt awkward, this felt way to intimate but I guess Pablo didn't see it that way cause he was so focused in getting my hair in order, clearing my throat I asked "so who are this people that I have to brush my hair to see?"

"No, brushing your hair is because we would go to see a tattoo artist after you kill this people" he mumbled "I didn't know people had to brush their hair to get a tattoo" I mumbled "people don't, but you definitely do, I don't want my wife looking like a hobo if we are going to be leaving this estate" I clarified not even sugarcoating his words and tying a black durag on my hair, I guess he noticed how much I loved those "gee thanks Teo" I muttered with an eye roll "so you said something about killing huh?" I said remembering his statement

"We are going to meet the guards that were on duty when the hospital was burnt down with your mother's corpse in it" he finally said, my smile wavered when I remembered what my life had come to, concealing the sadness I smiled again

"Let's kill some bitches!"

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Calm down, I know I know, but things are about to get real very soon, I just needed this chapter to hold you guys off so no one would kill me for delay😢

I'm sorry I update late, I'm one of the laziest person I've ever met, and that's saying a lot😭

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