His Queen (18+)

Chapter LV

THE SNITCH

In this broken home
Everyone becomes predictable

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CHAPTER LV

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THE FLOOR I ended up on was relatively calm. It was the second floor and I figured that Daniel's men just hadn't quite worked their way all the way up here yet. Which was fine. I could wait.

I could be the damsel in distress, calling out for help and being grateful for the first person to come up here and rescue me. Or I could go downstairs and contribute. Probably get killed too but at least I'd get front tow seats to the chaos.

Better yet; I could go up to third floor and explore.

Before I could decide on what floor I was staying on, the phone I had acquired buzzed in my back pocket, making me retrieve it and answer Jorge's call. Only, it wasn't really Jorge.

“Araceli what the fuck is wrong with you?”

My heart had skipped a beat in my chest, my stomach fluttering like hell at the sound of his voice and my eyes watering from realising how much I actually missed him. God, I had gone from chaos-loving psycho to lovesick puppy all in five seconds. Either something was really wrong with me or Daniel had a really strong effect on me. Probably both.

“Daniel, you're okay,” I said, finding relief in the fact that he was actually as well as Jorge said he was and very easily brushing over him questioning my sanity. He probably already knew the answer anyway.

“Where are you?” he asked, making me look around at my surroundings in contemplation.

“Well, it's a bit of a tricky situation...”

“No, I know where you are. I mean where are you?” I couldn't help but chuckle at how absolutely nothing had changed about how he asked the question, yet I still understood exactly what he meant.

“I'm on the second floor. By the office,” I answered to which he responded back curtly.

“Someone's coming up to get you.”

“How are you?”

“I'm fine.”

“How is Mateo?”

“He's fine.”

I let out a small laugh at his short, curt responses, clearly not at all effected by them. The poor man was probably very pissed at me. “Are you mad?” I asked despite already knowing the answer.

“Fuming.”

I let out a small giggle from his response, feeling relieved myself at the breath of relief I heard him let out on the other side of the phone. From the sounds of it, he wasn't actually "fuming", as he put it. Just worried and scared but I guess those two emotions presented themselves as anger for him.

“I love you, Danny.” He let out another long breath at my words, making me envision him leaning back in exhaustion with his eyes closed and his hands in his hair in frustration.

“I love you too, crazy woman. Just never do this to me again,” he said back to me, his voice coming out soft and caring. Not like when I had first picked up the phone. “I don't think my heart could take it if I ever lost you.”

Before I could reassure and promise him up and down that I would never do something so crazy ever again, a familiar voice had called out my name, making me snap my gaze up from the floor to “Pablo!”