Family, Life & LOVE

Chapter 2: New Friends

|Oshane's point of view||
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A few moments later, isolation
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As we were both in the cells, I called them cells as that place was a prison. As we sat on the floor with no bed, window, or light, I held an ice pack on my head.

Carlos extended his hand and said, "Carlos Santana! Officially, we meet. I have had my eye on you sometime now."

I chuckled and ignored him. He pulled back his hands and started whistling.

"Hey, could you stop talking! I need to think!" I quickly told him.

"Oh, he loves silence!" He yells.

I then asked, "Hey, what the fuck are you in here for? Annoying little children."

"I have an annoying wife who to escape from once in a blue moon I overdose to get some cool breeze," replied Carlos to me.

I then said, "You should just divorce her."

"I take it you never fell in love with anyone," replied Carlos to me.

I then quickly said, "Quite the opposite. I learnt women are evil"

He chuckled and then said, "Oh I have been there. I understand how you feel.

But we are stuck in here. So the least we can do is get to know each other."

We then chuckled.

"Oshane Weller. Nice to meet you," I quickly told him as I extended my arm.

"Why does that name sound familiar," he asked curiously.

I then smiled and said, "Group Chief Execuetive of House Weller Corporate Limited!"

"Oh yea! Natasha's ex abusive boyfriend. I know of you," he quickly told me.

I then said, "Yea! Same one!"

He smiled shock it and then asked, "So what did she do?"

"I don't follow," a curious me quickly stated.

He then said, "Like how did she hurt you."

I exhaled heavily and said, "Well for starters. She broke me mentally.

There after the first time I hit her. Cost me an arm and a leg to stay out of prison."

"Atleast yours never left you in prison," he quickly told me.

I felt away looking at him.

He then continued, "Man she took your restaurant so what you have life? My ex got voted out my construction firm.

I fought and lost. When I went to prison I got my bachelors in Real Estate and property management.

Plus an architectural degree."

"How long were you inside," a curious me asked.

He exhaled and said, "10 years for tax evasion."

I chuckled and said, "Another New York mobster"