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❝𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝙰𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚑❞
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A crisp breeze rushed through the cracked open trailer window every few minutes, sweeping over and refreshing Mila's glistening skin, which was clammy for two reasons, one: the summer sun that had already found it's humidity in the small trailer despite it having only risen 3 hours ago, and two: the vigorous, hour-long workout of sex she'd had with EZ which she, and he, was still recovering from.
"I know how bad it is, ok, I just..don't know how to get out of it." He was sat up in his bed slightly, his bare back resting against the wall beside the window and the sheets only just covering his lower body.
Neither of them had fallen asleep afterwards, instead they'd stayed up and talked about EZ's deal with the DEA for, what was now coming up to, 2 hours straight.
"Do you want to get out of it?" Mila was in a similar position to EZ, her back also being against the wall with the window between them, though, the sheets had more coverage over her body to cover her chest, which was probably why she was still feeling so effected by the heat.
They didn't know how many cigarette packs they'd gone through in those 2 hours, not even being able to estimate what number they were smoking now. But their lighter had ran out of fluid around a half hour ago and EZ had to go on a quest in the trailer to find another one. When his search turned up dry, the pair instead settled on lighting a candle on the stove and letting it burn away, staying alight, from its position of being sat on the bed between them.
EZ found himself repeatedly using his hand as a shield to protect it from the recurring breeze, which kept trying to kiss the small flame.
"..I do." Although he had hesitated in his answer, he sounded more sure of it when he spoke it, "I do, yeah. The club, to start, was just a way of getting close to Galindo. Then, when the DEA had enough intel, they'd go after Galindo and I'd get to live out my white picket fence life - I'd be a free man, you know?" He took another drag of the cigarette.
"What changed?" After letting out all of her angst-ridden emotion, first from beating EZ's face in - bruises that had now started to form and he was currently holding a bag of ice to every few moments - and secondly from the fiery sex that had followed, Mila was now willing to have a civil conversation with EZ in an attempt to understand why he'd taken the deal.
He blew out to smoke circulating his lungs before speaking, "Honestly,..I fell in love with the club. I don't want to run from it when they find out there was a rat among them - shit, running's just gonna make me look more guilty. Might as well wait it out until it blows over."
