Illegal Love

Forty-One

MIGUEL POV
It's hotter in Mexico than it ever was in Reseda. The clothes I packed are definitely not fitting for this weather. I cannot believe I'm actually doing this. Ever since last night my phone has been blowing up. Shit. I need to charge it.

I feel bad for leaving Sam. I mean, she's pregnant with my children. If I want any shot at being a better father than my own, I need to meet him, ask him why he failed. I need to know I can be better than him so my kids can be better than me, some cripple teen dad who beats up other kids as a hobby.

I mean, I'm sleeping in abandoned motels in a different country with no one because one man screwed me over. My kids will never wonder where their dad is. Let alone who their dad is.

I have been roaming Mexico's streets for a day now, and no signs of Hector. Then again, how was I going to find him in a marketplace? My phone: 1%, and my brain cells: gone.

I was so stupid. How was I going to find someone if I didn't ask around? First step to success: ask people where Hector is.

TERRY POV
My plan is getting better by the hour. We won, not me and Kreese, me and... never mind.

Now that Kreese is in jail, all of the credit for the win of the tournament belongs to me. And soon, Y/N will belong to me too. It had been 1 night since the arrest, and 3 days since the victory.

As proud as I am, the only trophy I need is Y/N.

Y/N POV
I cannot stand this hot steamy car that smells like shit and beer. What's worse is the fact that both of my exes are in the front seat. And they are related. I've never felt so disgusted with myself. Not because I fucked my boyfriend's dad right after him, it's because I would do it to both of them again in a heartbeat. That is, if Johnny wasn't a stupid bitch.

I still never got over that fight. I don't know what his problem is. I sat still after hours of squirming in my seat that reeked of beer and piss. Johnny needs to become a cleaner man. Then I see that godforsaken Cheeto stained blanket for the second time in my life. That blanket held memories, like when Carmen barged in and called the cops, or when I held Johnny for the first time.

"Why the fuck do I only get a Cheeto stained blanket for warmth? Have you ever heard of princess treatment?" I audibly say.

"What the fuck is your problem? This is my fucking car. Stop complaining or get out," Johnny said, eyes glaring at the desert roads.

Robby scoffs, "We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't dragged us along. Why are we even here?"

"Oh my..." he swerves off. "Get out."

The brakes slam and he opens his door, then mine. "Why thank you," I say sarcastically.

He slams the door on my leg, "You're welcome," he rolled his eyes. "Bitch," he muttered.

"Dad-!"

"Excuse me?" I yelled in the middle of some dry abandoned town. "Don't call me a bitch. What the hell, babe- Johnny?"

He froze as he looked down at me

"Babe?" Robby chuckled.

Fuck. Think fast, Y/L/N. "Uhm. Well I was about to call your father here, my ex Sensei, a baby godfather because, Sam, also your ex is..." WHAT THE FUCK Y/L/N? Deter. Change subjects. Cover for yourself. "Sam and I were talking about who we wouldn't definitely want Johnny to be one for our future kids so that's what we have been referring to him as so it kinda... slipped out?" Fuck me.

"Uh. Forget I asked," Robby said.

"Am I...?" Johnny whispered.

"We are the godparents. Now shut the fuck up." I walk away.

Robby sits down on the sand roadside, "Where are we and why are we here, Johnny?"

"Well Robert, consider this the childhood vacation you never got as a child. We are going to Mexico!"

The anticipation on his face is sadder than the fact that I have fucked the boy who is next to me who thinks I fucked the guy we are going to save on this international trip when really I was fucking his dad who just kidnapped me to join them on this lovely family fiesta. Woo. Hoo.

I go up to Johnny as Robby does whatever the hell he's doing, "Why? What could possibly make you go to Mexico? You could have spent this money to fly Miguel to Ecuador. He has always wanted to go. But instead you drive your ex girlfriend and your ex son who are exes to Mexico? Tell me the truth."

"Miggy is in Mexico looking for Hector, his father. I need to find him," Johnny whispers.

"Why us? Get him back yourself. I didn't ask to be here!"

"Shhhh!" He says as I make my way back to the car.

"Kill me!" Robby yells as he stands on the hood of the car. "I don't want to go to Mexico!"

"Why are you acting like a dramatic toddler?" I laugh

There is a car rolling up with dust and as it strolls past it slows down. There are three men and the passenger seat rider swings a gun around.

They catch my attention as I point, "Holy-"

"Horseshit!"

"Ahh!" Robby squeals as he jumps down, "I was just kidding!"

We all scramble into the car as the three dudes bolt off. The silence is loud and the only sounds are tires screeching and three dumb bitches in a stinky ass car breathing like they just ran 80 on a fitnessgram pacer test.

"Holy shit!"

"Pussy." Me and Johnny say. He gives me a light smile as I stay glaring at the road ahead.

He turns back to the front and starts driving.