Mr. Imperfectionist 2

12- Father

Emilio had already called Miguel's father. Surprisingly, he took the news quite well. He told Emilio it was bound to happen, given the profession he'd chosen for himself. He wanted to give Miguel a proper burial with all his body parts. In order to get Miguel's body, I had to do the thing I never thought I'd do. I had to call Luis to plead with him to send Miguel's body. But since I didn't have his number, I reached Robert's bungalow with Emilio and Guzman. The security informed the people inside about our arrival. A giant man in a yellow t-shirt walked out with a rifle on his shoulder.

"So you're the one who killed our boss." He said it in his husky voice.

I looked him in the eye. I wanted him to see that I wasn't afraid of him and that I didn't regret killing Roberto.

"That's me." I said unequivocally.

He raised his brow and said, "You've got some balls, don't you?"

"Would you like to double-check?"

He clenched his teeth and pointed the rifle at me. Emilio and Guzman quickly removed their guns from their holsters, but before they could point them at him, I motioned with my hand to relax.

"I'm here to see Luis. I don't want to waste my time talking to giant cockroaches." I said, smirking.

This infuriated him. He tightened his jaw even more, "You pussy. I can shoot all three of you right now and devour every ounce of your blood. But Luis needs you. I can't wait to see what he has in store for cunts like you." His voice was rough and husky.

"Well, we'll see how that goes. Now could you be a good puppy and go call your master?" Knowing that he or anyone in his group couldn't kill us made me tease him even more.

He spat near my feet in rage and turned around.

Guzman and Emilio started chuckling. After about five minutes, the security called us. We made our way to his cabin, which was near the entrance gate. He handed me his phone's receiver. I put it to my ear and waited for the person to speak first.

The honey sweet, husky voice spoke, "Hello, Sabil." It was Luis.

"Luis, I've come to meet you." I said.

"What a pleasant surprise! But you should have known that I don't live in my brother's bungalow. I have my own place."

"I don't have your number. And anyway, we didn't know about your existence until yesterday."

"That's fair. But I will meet you only when you have done my work. How about we discuss the deal right now?"

"How about we start with my friend's body? We have to give him a burial tomorrow."

Luis chuckled once. "Look at you, Moreno. Look how you've come to beg for your friend's body. What makes you think I will give you the satisfaction of having a funeral for your friend? You ripped my brother into pieces and threw him in a gutter for crying out loud. You gave me no chance to see or even say goodbye to my brother. How dare you come to me asking for favours?"

"Your brother was a murderer and a rapist. He's killed innocents. We have never killed innocents or ruined anyone's life..."

"Save it." Luis interrupted before I could finish. "You think your big heart is going to matter here? Moreno, you are in no position to ask favours. It's your time to do what I ask you to. Also, you will not get paid for the first fifty cargoes that you send for me. It's your punishment for ruining my life." Luis then hung up the phone.

I screamed and banged the phone receiver. I was angry, I was broken, I was weak, and ready to give up. Luis was right. What made me think that he'd do favours for me? I looked at Emilio and Guzman, who were standing behind me. They understood that we weren't getting Miguel's body. Guzman turned around and rubbed his eyes. He was trying to hide his tears. I wasn't sure what we were going to tell Miguel's father. Before we could leave, we saw that giant man walk towards us. He had a brown bag in his hand. He extended his hand toward me, motioning for me to take the bag. I just stood there furiously staring at him.