CUBAN HIRE (CARTEL GXG)

A DEAL WITH DANGER

Olivia pov

This can't be fucking happening.

Placing my arms over Phoebe, I rub circles onto her arms as we lay on the floor, her cheeks dry from tears as she sleeps on my lap. It's been at least over five hours that we've been locked in this room, waiting for us to decide.

"Death, or a marriage"

Death or a marriage.

Death or a marriage?

Phoebe was exhausted from the information, her blood levels rising into a scare, hoping nothing happened to her while we were here. Heart problems and the cartel don't mix well, and she knows that, me on the other hand, I'm shitting myself, thinking about what could happen if she gets too scared. This is all my fault. Fuck. All because I decided to be an idiot and go where people shouldnt. I'm a terrible black person. This is rule number one, don't go into places that you don't belong, and it's in our DNA to follow that rule, yet here I am, being a stupid blonde girl, following the noise of someone getting killed.

The room thankfully had a fan keeping us from heating to extinction, the white noise proving useful as well. My mind keeps replaying Ezmeralda, her curly hair tucked into a low bun, her white vest glued to her toned body, the little outlined tear tattoo under her sharp dark eyes. Her jeans were held up by a gold latch belt, hanging low as her boxers peeked through, sling with the tattoos on her lower abdomen.

God her V-Line.

The eagle tattoo that took up her neck highlighted her sharp jaw, accentuating it every time she clenched her jaw as she spoke. There were quotes and words written all across her skin, all the way up to the side of her cheek and on top of her brow. She had an aura of enigma to her, but not of what she was capable of, but of what she hid beneath. She seemed like she wasn't trying to scare me, part of me felt safe in a weird way, she seemed almost disappointed by my appearance, not willing to have another soul taken in her hands.

Her friend seemed just as intimidating, although he had more evil in his eyes, ready to take what he wanted, and Ezmeralda kept him tame. He had his eyes pinned on Phoebe the whole time, that's why we're sitting here, I am not letting him near her. I can go with her, I'll marry her if it means saving Phoebe. I will marry a terrifying Cartel Lord to save her. But I am not giving up Phoebe, this is my fault, my responsibility.

This is all moving way too fast.

"Are they gonna let us out?" Phoebe mumbled as she shifted slightly, coming to terms with our surroundings.

"No one has come yet," I responded softly. Im hungry, and I still need to piss so fucking bad.

"They will come, and we'll get out, we just need to find a way out" Phoebe tries to reassure me, her voice weak from the lack of sugar. I bite the inside of my lip, knowing if she doesn't get her blood sugar levels up, her diabetes will make her pass out, and worse make her seize. "Hey, don't stress, we got this. You wanted an adventure right?" she jested as she poked my arm, making me chuckle.

"That's not funny, they don't know that you have health problems, and I've got you involved because I was impulsive," I explained softly, stroking her silky hair as she stared up at me.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself. You're the victim, you never asked to be put in this situation" she comforts.

"But-"

"No Olivia, this is not your fault, my health is not your fault. Think of a solution instead, use that smart mathematical brain of yours for something other than self destruction" she lectures sternly.