Asesinos de nueva york

Chapter I

"Your son's behavior has gone too far, he hasn't been turning in his homework," mouthed off the blonde hair, white principle. Josephina nodded as her eyes glared at her son. The King's Academy had been a private school. The best of the best and here was her son who was having behavioral issues. "It will be addressed at home by me and his father," Josephina said as she grabbed her coat, she shook the principal's hand then looked at her son, " Vamos a casa. tu papá se encargará de esto," Josephina spoke, escorting the fifteen year old out of the office and outside. (Translation: Let's go home. Your dad will be handling this)

Cristobal watched as two of his guys unloaded the shipment from Ghost's crew. He nodded to the two men before getting into his truck. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he read a text from Josephina, " Your son is having behavior issues and is starting to be a little shit. Why dont you start becoming a dad while you can" while Josephina and Cristobal had never saw eye to eye, they both agree they weren't going to let their son fuck up his life at fifteen years old.

Josephina's place hadn't been too far of a drive Cristobal called up his crew and told them he'd been late for the meeting, to just wait. In the dim-lit confines of the living room, Cristobal and Josephina sat on opposite ends of the thread bare sofa, their faces etched with concern and disappointment. Their son, Jr., sat hunched over in his chair, his head bowed, a sullen expression casting a shadow over his youthful features.

"Junior," Cristobal began, his voice heavy, "I'm sure you know why you're here, son." Josephina nodded in agreement. "We're not pleased with what we're hearing."

Jr. didn't respond, his gaze fixed on his worn-out sneakers. He had rumors from kids at school about his father's "business" and his uncle's death. He knew he'd get in trouble about his misbehaving and grades, but how could he care when people were spreading rumors.

"Your grades have been slipping badly," Cristobal continued. "You're starting to fail classes that you used to enjoy '' Josephina reached out and placed a comforting hand on Jr.'s shoulder. "We know you're going through a lot right now, but that's not an excuse to let your academics suffer." Jr. shifted in his seat as he shook his head. "No, you don't, ma. Theyre saying this fuckin–" "Deigo," Josephina glared at her son. "Idioma," Jr. shook his head, frowning. "They're saying Cristobal over here," his voice dripped with mockery and a hint of sadness. "-is running drugs for the Soldados." ("idioma" means language, "soldados" means soldiers)

First off, it wasn't Ruiz or his soldados.
Second, if this little shit ever calls his father by his street name
Third, Cristobal had been running the Tainos, and the soldadas had a mutual respect for each other.

Cristobal and Josephina exchanged a stunned glance to one another. "That's bullshit," Cristobal muttered, " I don't do those things, let alone with those people," Was he seriously trying to lie right now? "What?" Josephina asked, her voice trembling slightly. Oh great, she was not ready for him to know. Yet, she also knew about Jr's resentment for Cristobal not being there for them, maybe Jr. had already known about his dad's involvement in the underground drug world.

'"Whatever the fuck is going on, i dont care," Jr. finally sputtered out before he stormed off to his room before either parent could say anything. "Well, that was fucking pointless," Cristobal scoffed. Josephina rolled her eyes, "Seriously? You're gonna sit here and tell me that was pointless- he fuckin–" she was cut off. "He doesn't know shit," Cristobal growled at her, his voice laced with venom. Josephine furrowed her eyebrows, giving him a smug look. "What did you just say to me?" she demanded.

"You heard me, puta," Cristobal grinned at her. He'd never disrespect her like that, cutting her off while she tried to make her point was a no. Smack. Josephina's had connected with his cheek, the male glared at her; his cheek red and burning. "Puta madre..." he cussed. (translation: "puta madre" means "motherfucker", "puta" means "bitch")