Flor

Gunshot.

FLOR:
I'm sitting next to the man. Christian leaves to answer a call. This is the fucking guy. I internally grumble. What a fucking twat. He's staring at me. Almost like a recognization hits his face. A defensiveness takes over him. His face turning into a snarl.

He realizes I never told him the truck guy's name. I made him think I did and him telling me it confirms everything I suspected. Anger floods through his body and I can tell he's gonna pounce at me. "You fucking bitch You set me up." I feel my anger flare up. I fucking hate when men try cussing at me. I bring my fist across his face. "You're the dumbass who tried fucking with cartel leaders." I sneer. He grunts and yells as he charges at me. Grabbing me by the throat. Feels like a baby's hands choking me. "Fuck you Bitch." He can kill me and with my last breath I'll tell him he's a bitch. "Gabriel was right about you.. A pretty face that causes nothing but trouble." he sneers. "Oh so you think I'm pretty." I smirk. I won't let this motherfucker see any fear in me. I reach my hand for my glock in my waist. My finger on the trigger pointing at his side. He hasn't noticed. He glances down and I press the trigger. He reaches for a knife and it slides into my abdomen. The gun. He slaps it down just in fucking time for the bullet to hit my thigh instead. Fuck. I groan outloud. I'm laying back against the table and the blood immediately starts spreading upward. The warm feeling prickling my stomach as it trickles down to the back. The gun clatters to the floor and he picks it up again. The searing hot pain lapping at me. I see white. It's blinding. I hear the door open and he pulls me up next to him. I just want to see Alex one last time. My brother and uncle are at the door. Guns up.

I don't know what's happening. I feel the cold metal of the gun on my temple. I can't focus. All I hear is my heartbeat. Thudding. A white searing pain. Blinding me. I feel nasuea, Don't fucking pass out. You better walk this shit off Flor. Time passes I don't know how long. It all feels so long. Everything's becoming distorted. He says he's gonna kill me.

Not in front of my brother please. I pray to god. It's okay. It's okay. Let me go. But let my brother find a girl. He'll get over my loss. He'll be happy. Start a life. A family. Please just give him what he deserves.

A gunshot sounds. Glass exploding. My eyes squeeze shot and my whole body contracts. Hard. He falls and I feel his hold off of me. Christian's in front of me in seconds and I slump against him.

How. How How the fuck did I live. I'm alive. My head pounds. Fuck that shit hurt. My brains scattered.

I'm fading in and out. What just happened. I feel my body in pain but not any new pain.

I see Alex's face. He comes in through the window. My brain is warped and slowly understands what happened.
He fucking killed him over me.

My mouths dry, I'm sweating but I'm cold. They're speaking to me. Stay awake. I can't I'm so tired.
Alex I hear his voice. I open and I see his dark brown eyes. They look stricken. With pain. Oh no. My poor pretty baby. I almost feel like I wanna laugh. "Just like that." he says. Yes Flor. Keep your eyes open looking at him. I do just that. I fall into those orbs and I can't help but feel an intensity. A sizzle. That's now a pure fucking electrifying line. Like someone poured a line of gasoline from my soul to his and threw a match at it. The tightrope I was walking on. When I knew one day I'd fall into his love. It's here. And I'm falling. With my last breath I'd feel okay as long as it was loving him.

I'm getting carried out. My eyes open but my consciousness everywhere else. I'm in the car. It's driving. Speeding. Alex is muttering cuss words. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I'm laying on the seat Alex holding me. I turn my head to the side and throw up. It's liquid. "Christian that's fucking blood." I hear Alex say. He's moving my hair out of my face and strokes my cheek. And that's the last thing I hear before It goes black.