There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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"Miss Amorette."
I practically jumped out of my skin, spinning around to see Quinton leaning against a black car.
The sun was setting, so the trees casted shadows over the area he stood in. It was almost scary.
"How did you get here?" he asked, glancing behind me at the gravestones that littered the grass.
"I walked," I said. The wind blew my hair over my shoulder, and I was reminded of my short sleeve shirt.
Chills crawled up my arms, and Quinton noticed my visible reaction.
"I'm taking you back to the estate. Please come with me," he informed me, standing up straight and heading to the passenger side.
"Is Eros okay?" I asked, complying with his request.
"From what I gathered, they are fine. Their main concerns are keeping you safe, however," Quinton mentioned, helping me into the passenger seat.
I sighed quietly when my back hit the warm leather, and I patiently waited as Quinton started the car and started driving in the direction of Eros's home.
"Is Eros going to get arrested?" I asked, knowing I probably wouldn't get a straight answer. Quinton's expression stayed the same.
"That is undetermined," he responds. I nodded, expecting such a reaction.
"Did they find out why the police were patrolling?"
Quinton glanced at me for a moment. "Word of Vicente's death somehow got out. Someone who didn't like the news leaked whereabouts and accused them having the connection to drug distribution and trafficking in the city," he explained thoroughly.
Damn. The list of enemies never ends.
"Oh," I muttered, "Eros is known everywhere, I assume?"
No one was there during Vicente's death that would've had the motive to talk, so it probably was someone on the outside who realized Vicente had been missing.
"His name brings danger because of the past," Quinton summarized, "People throughout the entire world have it out for this business. It isn't the first time police have tried to shut it down. Legally, they haven't had the rights to. Eros has connections within the law enforcement, keeping his name out of certain topics. The stigmatized control he holds over the community keeps the civilians from pushing against him, lowering the chance of police being called."
He explained it in a way that I could understand, and I was grateful for that. Quinton had a heart, it was just tucked behind the memories of things he had seen and done.
"Loyalty runs deep."
That wasn't the first time I've heard that from someone in this business. It's in their blood. A connection to this "loyalty".
