Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue e...
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author's note: sexual content! again... lmao. santiago and blue are stressed, give them a break.
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The weather was colder when we touched down in New York, and like most would except the air was less fresh. But even then I felt a large sense of relief. There was no way to know how much you appreciated a place until you spent time away from it.
The plane ride wasn't bad, I slept through most of it anyway. Milo and I watched the movie up and cried while Santiago laughed at our distressed states. I felt better but I wasn't stupid, we weren't safe yet. We were just safer than before.
As we walked to a black escalade with illegally tinted windows, Santiago held my waist like I was gonna disappear if he loosened his grip. Milo held my hand, skipping by my side. Despite what had happened he was in a quite good mood these days. Qiang and Luciano weren't far behind and got into the car next to us. They bid us a farewell and left hand in hand.
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We reached home within an hour. Compared to when we left, things between Santiago and I were very different. Though it felt as if we would've come together at some point regardless.
Currently it was late at night and Milo had already been tucked in and put to sleep. I was sitting on Santiago's bed as he talked harshly on the phone in the connected bathroom. I couldn't help but be surprised that he allowed me to hear his conversion. But from my vantage I could only hear parts of it.
"... Blunged to death with a fucking candle holder." Santiago ranted.
I grimaced at the image forming in my head. Even if I didn't like Antonio it didn't make his death any less disturbing. Actually it made it worse. It was hard to imagine someone that felt as untouchable as him could be killed so violently.
"Where's his wife? What do you mean she-" Santiago seethed, but his words made my head descend into a spiral.
Ophelia. With my own issues I completely forgot about her. Worry began to creep into every inch of my body. I chewed my lip and waited for Santiago to be done with the call. When he was he entered the room calmly as if he hand't been yelling at full volume. He approached me slowly his hand going to pull my leg against his hip. My head fell against the pillow as he pulled me towards him and laid between my legs.
"Is Ophelia okay?" I ignored the suggestive position we now laid in.
Santiago sighed, "She.. She's missing. Her blood was covering the room along with Antonio's. There are signs that she was taken. Whoever killed him took her and we're not sure if she's alive."
I ignored the sick feeling in my stomach as I imagined what her last moments would've been like if she was dead.
"If she's alive they'll find her." Santiago consoled, kissing the side of my face.
