Dual Eclipse

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I clicked search and watched the results pop up on the screen. I browsed the internet for more information about Rafael Gamboa and the last time he took an enemy down. It had been hours and dead ends. I groaned, hitting the edge of my desk with my fist. I am beyond pissed with a head full of lies and no answers. Revenge kept me going. I needed to find something, someone or a place connected to Gamboa.

I gave up on contradicting reality. I needed Gamboa dead. I set aside my guilt and hypocrisy and erased the search bar. I wanted to kill him. I craved it so that I could face the bratva for answers. I would if my pride let me. I would never risk my sister’s life with my carelessness, and besides that, her husband would look down his nose at me and laugh.

“Chica,” I look up from reading an article on Gustavo Senate about how his slaughtered body got found in a suitcase and Gamboa being a primary suspect. They released the man after questioning him. The case remained unsolved.

I expected to see Arlo, but it was another boy my age with a paper in his hand. I frowned, looking back at the nervous look on his face. He scratched behind his head, reminding me of Jimmy. I looked around the room and found him sitting there with another girl—Camila.

After so long, he dared to smile at me. Did he look for me? Did he wonder why I disappeared after my parents died? I inhaled deeply and looked at the boy in front of me. He was still with her and in Cuba. He never took me out, but he did for her. My heart felt heavy with disappointment. The things I wanted, he was doing for her.

“How may I help you?”

The boy clears his throat. “My friend—” I arch a brow and turn right when Camila stands. I look at her face when she turns and smiles at me. That boiled my blood. She never knew who Jimmy’s girlfriend was, but oh, how Jimmy’s fool knew. I look back at the boy. “Said he knows you and had me give you his number. He said—”

“He has the wrong woman.” The boy gasped, but I ignored him and continued reading the article. It was another dead end. I clicked the other website—CBS News and a photo of Sebastian Julio appeared on the screen. The man had a swollen, purple eye and a bust lip. He was in prison for five years for the crime of three families. He killed one hundred and seventy persons and served five years? The law was fucked up.

The man was successful in many businesses, including the famous tequila Don Julio and his Cigarillos. He disappeared from the earth but managed to keep his business alive. He had no children or wives. The man had no family because a rival had wiped them out. It’s why he took his revenge.

There was a mention of a woman, Faye Khodra and her son, Carlos Khodra, but obituaries came up. I breathed out and rubbed my temples. Exiting Wikipedia because that website is faker than any other shit, I cleared the search bar and searched for Faye Khodra. I narrowed my search to Mexico, and barely anyone with the name pulled up. The only thing relating to the person I was looking for was an obituary.