𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
I was seated in the living room back at the apartment on a lonely Saturday night, surfing through TV channels, feeling supremely bored.
Miguel has not been home all day and i was becoming worried by each passing moment.
But right when i had landed on some random movie with an intriguing plot, the door suddenly swung open, startling me.
And as soon as I took one glance at his hands, I noticed they were stained with blood!
"Babe!", yelled Miguel with a hint of fear in his voice.
Dropping the remote control, i immediately arose from the sofa and rushed over to him.
"Oh my god, Miguel, baby! What happened?! Are you hurt?" I inquired in a concerned manner, my heart pounding in my chest.
Miguel looked up at me, his eyes tearing up as he panicked. "It's not mine, I-I-I swear it's not!" He said, his voice shaking.
My stomach dropped as i understood the implications of his words. "What? What the hell do you mean it's not yours?"
"I-I-I dunno! It-it all just happened so fast! I-I swear i didn't mean it!" He continued to imply as he stuttered and sobbed uncontrollably in between each sentence.
"Okay, look, listen to me." I stated as i looked directly into his eyes, attempting to calm him down.
He sniffed, calming down in an instant.
I continued but in a raised voice this time, "Calm down and breathe! I can't understand what the hell you're saying! You're panicking a lot and it's doing somethin' to my fuckin' head! Now go clean this freakin' blood off your hands before you finish explaining to me what happened!"
He simply nodded and complied, heading to the bathroom.
Upon his departure to accomplish the task, I promptly went to the kitchen, tore off a double sheet of paper towels, sprayed them with cleaner, and began wiping down the blood he had smeared on the doorknob.
After finishing our minor tasks, Miguel took off his jacket and settled down with me on one of the sofas.
Then he finally began his explanation in a steady, coherent voice, "Sooooo... When i was out with the boys tonight, some random guy approached us outta nowhere, lookin' all drunk and raggedy and shit. And then all of a sudden, he just started cussin' me out... like for no damn reason. I was literally confused and weirded out! But you wanna know what i found funny?"
I frowned at him, curious to know what exactly. "What?"
He then turned to me and looked dead into my eyes as he said, "That lowdown dirty fuck mentioned you outta nowhere, sayin' how much he wishes you two could finally be together or some shit."
Uhhh, did i hear that right?
My eyes widened with fear as i gulped before replying, "S-sorry?"
He just continued, "That's exactly what i said! I mean, at first, i thought it was some kinda joke, but then as i thought about it more in that moment... it... Well, it just left me wondering some shit. Like some shit i don't really know about."
I anxiously bit my lip as i tried to figure out who might have said some shit like this.
"But anyway, um... After he had said that shit, that's when my initial reaction kicked in and me and the boys started jumping him all at once. And then while in the midst of that, i pulled my gun out on him and bam! Shot him without no hesitation. And i only did that cuz i didn't like the way he was talkin' about you... Jealousy issues, y'know?"
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Dangerous Attraction
Roman d'amourAnalia feels like her whole world has been rocked when she meets Mexican bad boy Miguel, suddenly finding herself under his influence. But once he starts to get too aggressive with her, she thinks it's time she started playing him at his own game. �...
