❝Come on beautiful, how long are you going to pretend that I'm not the reason for that❞ His eyes glide down my body and stop at my thighs that had mindlessly pressed themselves together.
"When you stop pretending I'm not the reason for that" I gestu...
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"Did you tell her?" Romero questions me, sitting back on the table and watching the scene in front of the both of us.
"Tell her that her father is an idiot and doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut on deals? Or that the reason you got stabbed was that he sent you on an ambush and I had to come to be your Lord and Savior?" I roll up my sleeves, not wanting to ruin my shirt.
"She doesn't need to know about this shit man" He sits this one out, not needing to strain out his injuries.
"You can't keep this shit from her forever. She's a grown woman, your best friend, and his daughter. Lying won't do her any good" I remove the silver knife sitting out the back of the belt.
The pathetic man in front of me sits and cowers and pleads for me not to do anything to him. It was already too late, his nose was already bleeding and his eye was already black from what the guys did to him before they brought him here.
I fix the black gloves on my hands and yank his hair back, tapping the knife on his cheek. The white towel stuffed in his mouth drains out the annoying sounds of his begging.
"The last thing she needs to know is that she lives with a man who is skilled in using a knife and not because you can cook," He says beside me.
"Do you think he likes his left or his right eye better?" It's almost like Romero isn't talking to me because I'm focused on how much pain I can put this guy through before he passes out.
This was the same guy who stabbed Romero. Romero told me that I didn't have to do this but I just needed and wanted an excuse to make this day go by faster.
I spent all morning with Iris, watching all those cartoon movies that she kept singing along to. I got her ice cream and let her buy way more stuffed animals that couldn't even fit on her bed.
Then it was time for her to go to school and I became bored and came here when someone called me and told me they found the guy who stabbed Romero and attempted to shoot me.
Beautiful was at the hospital, taking care of children who she never failed to come back and tell me about.
It was clear that she had a love for children, her eyes lit up whenever she was with Iris or talking about the children she met or got the opportunity to help and make smile.
It was one of the things I admired about her.
"Don't make a mess man, just rough him up a little bit and let someone else handle the rest" Romero says, leaving the room to get his bandages fixed.
I use one knife and stab it into his thigh and his screams are muffled by the rag, I don't pull the knife out so he doesn't bleed out just yet.
"Mariano..." The sound of her soft voice rings through my head and I can't even focus on the insult of a man in front of me.
