FEAR

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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Torture.

•GHOST•

                    I don't know what's worse. The shit that I've heard about about Arron Martinez or what Verena was doing to him. We found him in the shittest part of California. Verena knew her way around here. She was also dressed more like herself, in bell-bottom jeans that were doing everything to show off her amazing arse and a backless shirt. Her makeup was done and something about made me feel better. We followed her around and she told us about growing up here. I thought she grew up in Mexico. "I was born in the LA but my dad moved us down to Yucatan for work. The last time I was here my mom was still pregnant with Mateo. My father was a cop and everything was fine up until his command was taken over by the cartel."

"Is that the reason I couldn't find you," Keegan asked. He took off his suit jacket and set it on the chair. "I tried searching you up on every single database."

"I have my connection." She shrugged. Meaning she probably threatens someone's government. So far I knew Valeria owned the police in Mexico but Verena owned several governments.

We found him with his wife. He was a complete piece of shit and he looked like one too. His hair was thinning, receiving and he had the biggest triple chin known to men. His stomach was bigger than a pregnant woman's. His wife was just as decrepit, too skinny for it to be healthy. She was a dirty blonde with blue eyes and maybe a while ago she used to be pretty. But the drugs have taken its toll.

The house they owned was average. Three bedrooms and two bathrooms are probably worth a million. The surrounding area was surrounded by junkies and drug dealers. We broke into the house through the front door. I smashed in the knobbed with the hammer and König rushed in first.

His wife defended him when König grabbed him. Disgusting. She grabbed a gun before she could even aim it I threw a knife at her shoulder. She bellowed in pain dropping the gun. I could've grabbed her but even with gloves, I wouldn't. "Get in the chair or the next time I'll shoot." She whimpered in pain.

After checking out the house Keegan and Verena came in.

"Verena." Arron gasped, genuinely afraid a sense of pride whelmed me at that. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor until she stopped in front of him.

"Bring a table." She grabbed a chair while Keegan grabbed a small table. She sat down, no expression on her face. "I just want to know." She signals for him to put his hands on the table. He swallowed and did it, putting his palms flat on the table.

"Who do you love most in this world?" She paused. She grabbed a knife from my holster. "And don't lie." She twirled the tip of the on the table.

"My wife." With a swift motion, she grabbed my handgun and shot his wife right between the eyes. She fell over. Her body fell off the seat. Arron cried out taking his hands off the table to cover his mouth. "I'm so sorry Verena. Please don't kill me."

"Shut the fuck up," Keegan said. She put the gun down.

"I guess you didn't really love her." Verena shrugged. "I should've killed you a long time ago but for some reason, I didn't see myself as any better than you. I got my drugs across the border and so did you but what you have done to people is so much worse."

König grabbed his hands and placed them back on the table. Verena stabbed right through his left hand. He cried out again. "But I am better and when you die here today your kids will be the first to find out what a piece of shit you are." She pulled out photos of his crimes on the table. Newspapers article. Missing people posters.