It was past 3 in the afternoon, Kaitlyn sat at the bar drinking, something she never thought she'd do in a million years. She sat in the VIP section sitting on the couch with a glass of bourbon. Normally she wouldn't go into something as strong as such but today was different,
Her son was buried today.
Gone.
And it didn't affect her. He was buried at noon right where her mother was buried, the funeral finished at half past 1 and she's been at the club ever since. She owned the place, making her the boss, no one dared question her when she ordered her 12th glass for the day.
"Miss. Mr. Garcia is trying to reach you. Claims it to be urgent" one of the posing guards at the entrance to her private balcony informs her, She grunts but takes her phone out nevertheless,
"Papi?" she asks trying to keep her voice straight,
"justo como pense! Estas borracha" _just as I thought! you're drunk_ She completely ignores his comment of disapproval,
"What is it?" she asks stubbornly,
"Mind your tongue. Come to the docks right now. I need you sober" he orders with a firm tone leaving no room for debate,
"no prob pops" she says sounding completely drunk. The phone kept and she gets up before feeling her world spin again, she snaps her fingers to the men at post and they help her up taking her to the vehicle.
At the entrance of the club paparazzi stood with their cameras. They were held back by the barricades and the club's personal guards. Kaitlyn immediately straightened herself, only having two of her men close to her incase she looses balance. She wears her sunglasses to cover her red eyes and she walks out,
"Kaitlyn! A Word"
"Kaitlyn are the rumors true?"
"Miss why are you drunk this early"
"Has something happened?"
"IS IT TRUE YOU GAVE BIRTH TO A STILLBORN" one of the announcers were loud and adamant judging her tone. It made Kaitlyn stop and look over the crowd to see a reporter with her hand raised and persistent in grabbing Kaitlyn's attention,
"You shouldn't believe such things. If there is something I will personally announce it myself. you can stop theses horrid assumptions" she tells the girl and the rest, Kaitlyn immediately walka straight to her vehicle. Getting in, she immediately closed the door and slept on the comfortable cushioned seat.
"My house" she instructs and goes into a slight slumber.
***
"I'm here" Kaitlyn announces walking into the tension filled room. Even though she cleaned up properly and sobered you can tell by her appearance she's still very drunk,
"SHE! SHE'S THE ONE!" there was a man held by one of her father's men, He kept claiming something about Kaitlyn and pointing towards her.
"Hija" her father said calling her to come closer, she raised a brow looking at her father, "Ronald here has found some information on you. He's been sent here to spy on you but has claimed his loyalty to me for such reasons I don't follow" Antonio states making kaitlyn turn to face the man,
"I hate people who go behind my back" Kaitlyn states dangerously getting close to the man, she holds his chin firmly, giving a hard squeeze refusing him from speaking a word, fear laced his eyes when he thought his jaw was about to be broken, he regretted everything he's done and wished he had gone back to his boss instead of trying to rig the system. But finally Kaitlyn lets go of him at a suddenly making the man gasp lightly,
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Romance"Miss Klaire you've been really naughty tonight, ignoring me the entire week and now this" he says pointing to his face, the close proximity only sent heat waves through Klaire's body "if a person back there said this to me I would've killed them i...
