𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊，𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇

𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 the busy Bahamian streets, chatter bursting through my ears. We weren't from the Bahamas. Lucia and I had been all over the world, originally being from Barcelona.

The reason we had lived in so many places at once wasn't for any good reasons. Truth was, we were on the run.

I never knew my father. My mom had me at fourteen years old with a one-night stand and never looked back to find the man for a potential father figure in my life. It was always just me and her until she met her most recent ex-boyfriend.

They were together for around three years before all the shit went down. As I got older, he had taken a liking to me and would come into my room at night and force me to help him pleasure himself. This went on for around five months until I finally got the courage to say something to my mom.

This is where it ended badly. She killed him. That's the thing about my mom, she would do anything to protect me. And I would do anything to protect her.

She always told me the easiest way to do it was with poison. And that's exactly what she did.

However, no one knew the real story behind it. He was still classified as a missing person despite Lucia being a suspect. That's when we decided to run and never look back.

We had been all over the globe, leaving every time we managed to draw too much attention to ourselves. And this time was no different.

I stopped in my tracks at a fruit stand in the middle of the street, "Hi, man, what can I get for you?" The seller asked, his accent thick.

I pointed to all the fruits I wanted which consisted of strawberries, mangoes and blueberries. The man smiled politely as he began to bag up my fruits.

I turned around when I noticed two people being chased through the town. They couldn't be any older than eighteen and didn't look as though they were from here.

They looked dirty and worn down as they went, running straight past me, "Here you go, man." The man spoke, handing me my food in a bag.

"Thank you," I smiled politely, making my way back through the town.

𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘 way up the small flight of stairs after a long day. My mom, Lucia, and I had been staying with a low-key doctor during our time in Nassau.

The doctor, Jack Nygard, was kind enough to take us in. He didn't know the details, just that we were on the run and he was kind enough to let us stay with him and keep a low profile during our time in Nassau.

I sighed, entering the small apartment on a hill to find my mom immediately rushing over to me, "Cami, there you are." She sighed, "Nosotros necesitamos tu ayuda."

"We need your help."

I frowned at her tone, "What is it?"

She led me into the next room over to find the couple I had seen running a few days prior. The girl was unconscious with blood seeping out of her jean shorts and who I assumed was her boyfriend, sobbing over her body.

"Cami," Jack called me over, "I need you to come and look at this."

Despite Jack being a doctor, I had studied in medical care and volunteered in hospitals before all the shit went down.

Since staying with the doctor, he had taught me some medical tips and I knew more than him at this point.

I rushed over, pulling her shorts down a tad so I could inspect the wound, "Esto no es bueno" I muttered under my breath.

"This is not good."

"She's gonna be okay, right?" The boy breathed out in worry.

I ignored his words, not wanting to give him false hope as I grabbed some blue rubber gloves for hygiene purposes.

"Jack, we're gonna need to put her on fluids. Get some ready." I told him. He nodded, getting ready to prepare some for the girl.

I took off the bandage that the older man had placed on there in an attempt to stop the bleeding, "How's it going?" Lucia asked from the other side of the room.

"She's bleeding a little on the outside and a lot on the inside," I spoke up.

"What does that mean?" The boy cried.

I sighed, "It means I can go in and take the bullet out. But when I do go in, she's gonna lose a lot of blood and it may kill her," I explained to her boyfriend who immediately shook his head, "It may not kill her. But my point is, I can't be held liable." I told him. The last thing that I needed was another 'murder' on my case.

He nodded understandingly, "You're not liable."

"Okay," I added, "But there's something else. A job like this costs 4K."

He breathed out heavily, reaching into his backpack and handing me around seven pounds of melted-down gold, "Que carajo." I heard Lucia mutter out from the other side of the room.

"What the fuck?"

"Save her." He nodded, "Please."

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
hi lovelies
i am so so excited for this book, i absolutely love it
sorry for no rafe in this chapter but he will be making an appearance very soon!
i hope you enjoyed
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