Born to kill

Chapter 7

Caiden González

"Caiden!! Come here! I have to show you something...."

I wake up in a panic. I keep having reoccurring dreams where my mom keeps dying. I used to ignore it since I know they're not real. I've already relived this dream. Somewhere deep inside of me thinks that it's real. Like my mom's going to fucking come back. But it's wrong. The dead never comes back. That's the glory of it.

I've never had a night where there's no nightmares. For 7 years this keeps happening. Plus I've rarely had any thoughts of my mom for years. So why does this memory keep replaying in my head?

It's Wednesday. Yesterday I was kind enough to bring Valentina to her apartment. She grabbed some of her shit then we left.

I told my men to figure out what happened to her.

Her fucking landlord did that. So I killed him. How dare a pig like him put hands on a woman?

That was fucking disgusting.

My rooms dark. It's currently 3am.

I need a drink.

I get out of my bed and walk downstairs.

It's pitch black I can't see a thing.

I go to turn on a light and see a certain brunette at the table. She's sitting there staring out the window.

Her face is still badly swollen. Memories from when I saw her ribs, makes me want to kill that pig again.

I go into one of my cabinets to take a cup out.

Then I pour some whiskey in it.

"Do you have any Vodka?" She asks as she walks over to the counter.

I nod and I get a bottle to hand to her.

Then I grab another cup for her until I turn around and see her already drinking it.

I remember back to when we met at the club the second time, she has the tendency to do that...

"Why are you up so late?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same thing" she says with a smirk.

"Just needed a drink."

"Me too..." she says while she takes another swig of the bottle.

"That's a bad habit of yours." I say, not knowing what she would say back.

"It's not too bad of a habit when you're going through some shit" she says. I nod. She's right though. She has been through a lot.

She's playing with her fingers while her bottle of vodka is right next to her.

"So why did you bring me here?" She asks with a timid expression.

"I'm not answering that." I say with a cold expression back.

"So I can't leave?" She asks with disappointment in her voice.

I did have a reason for her to stay here. Ever since that night we slept together... that was the first time I stayed asleep throughout the whole night.

I need her. I went to the doctors a couple weeks ago and they told me that getting no sleep might actually kill me.

I was never afraid of death. In fact dying for a good cause made me less afraid of death even more.

But dying because of sleep? That's pathetic..

I scoffed at her. She gave me a dirty look.

"Why do you want to leave so bad? You have everything you want here."