To infinity, Amour

Chapter One

NADINE
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It was another day in the cafe i've been working at since sophomore year of high school. I've gotten promotions over the years and offers to manage the shop but with school and all it was just too much for me to handle.

I graduated high school a year early and was now going to Fordham University near central park, it's my 3rd year studying business with a minor in Fashion studies. My job was also a few blocks up from my university so it all worked out well.

It was my lunch break and I was currently studying for an upcoming exam until I hear, "Nadine, you've gone over your lunch break again." Emphasizing again.

"I'm sorry sir, I got really focused." I say to my manager.

"Wrap it up." He was also lenient with me since i've been working here for years but he's still a strict man.

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The weather was starting to become gloomy and I was still a few blocks from my apartment. I keep walking as the sky begins to darken. The clouds start pouring like never before.

My white tee shirt is drenched. Oh sh!t I had no bra..

I quickly run into a bar that one of my friends from school worked at hoping he was there.

Immediately the smell of alcohol and smoke filled my nostrils. It was disgustingly packed, you can't move without touching another being. Headed to the bar I ask my friend.

"Hey is Marcus in tonight?"

"Right here princess," Marc turns around fashionably. "Need a drink or sweater?"

"Both would be nice but you know i'm underage." I say with a fake smile.

"Come with me ma." Marc says signaling to follow him.

And no, Marc and I aren't dating. He's just a big flirt. Tried and got denied.

Marc grabs his sweater and puts it around me while blankly staring at my tits.

"Would you stop that!" I say as I lift his head.

Taking a step forward Marc says "Can you blame me tho, your shirt is basically see through, love."

"Figilo di puttana. No fucking in the closet, Marcus." I hear a husky deep voice say. (Motherfucker)

"Yeah stop fucking in the closet, Marccc." I tease.

Marc isn't really that kind of guy. I mean he's pretty. Beautiful innocent green-blue eyes, dark brown hair with the occasional blond highlights, and some pretty soft features. He had no trouble getting women, he just didn't like to get involved.

"Shut up. That was my boss, Nad."

Whoops.

*BING*

Checking my phone I see that an unknown number had texted me, the message reading 'Hola amor, te extrano mucho regresa a mis brazos por favor. I never wanted to hurt you. You know that. It was a mistake I shouldn't have raised my hand at you, I could never hurt you, I never wanted to. Come back to me or i'll find you, you know i will..'  (Hi my love, I miss you a lot come back to my arms please.)

That was my abusive ex boyfriend Mariano Santos. He was the son of Emilano Santos, Colombian drug lord.

At the time I met Mariano, he was just visiting the states and he said he would visit me when he can. I had no idea he was apart of a drug cartel until I found some files in his kitchen. That same day I had found him in bed with another woman.

He had started yelling at me and calling me names for snooping. Not only did he raise his hand, but he let it hit me which such force, it was bruised for days.

That was seven months ago and he still wants relations with me but I could never go back to him. Ever.

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Soooo what are you guys thinking so far??

Three names were mentioned in this chapter and just to give some background;

Marcus is Nadine's best friend, and yes friend.

Mariano is Nadine's ex, he is apart of the Colombian Santos drug cartel.

Emiliano is Mariano's father, the drug lord of the cartel.

These characters are may or may not be gone.