The Debt. ( A Criminal Love Story #1)

One

Carina Rodriguez had just finished a nice day at work. It had been her first week and it had gone pretty well. Her boss was kind. Ann McLaren. She liked that she believed in her.

She entered her new car and made her way to her new apartment. Perks she got for being the assistant to the financial officer.

She turned down the radio when her phone blared to life. Paris Connor, her best friend's name, was flashing on the screen. She picked up and set it to speaker.

"Cari we need to celebrate this weekend," Paris's voice was loud, she was full-on screaming. Carina always wondered what made her so enthusiastic. Maybe it was the sex she was getting. Alan Rooney, Paris's new spice for the month. She always wondered how Paris switched men like she changed clothes. It wasn't like that for her because Marco had always scared all the boys away from her and in this town people knew not to come near her. With him being a good seven years older than her, he was over protective and when she would tell her father, he would support Marco.

They needed to understand she wasn't a kid anymore. For heaven's sake she was a twenty three year old lady, capable of making her own certain decisions.

"Why would we need to celebrate?" Carina asked completely clueless, she wondered what was going on in Paris's mind this time.

"You just finished the first week of your new job and I just got promoted. I'm now the current head of HR!" Paris shouted the last sentence into the phone.

"Oh my gosh!!! Paris! That's wonderful. I'm so happy for you. This really calls for a celebration," Carina replied with excitement, sincerely happy for her friend.

"Yes! That's why you're going to make your way to my house and we'll have Chinese take out," Paris said. Only Paris would celebrate with Chinese take out, Carina thought shaking her head, knowing that Paris couldn't see her.

"Sure babe. I'll be there in thirty. I'll grab some clothes and have a bath and be right over," Carina said pulling into the parking lot of her apartment.

"It's a date. Why don't you do me a treat and bring your hunk of a brother?" Paris slurred into the phone, trying to be seductive. Carina could only shudder, she couldn't ever think of Paris and Marco going out. That'd be the nightmare of the year.

"Please Paris. I'll be there in thirty," She said hanging up, cutting off Paris's laughter.

Carina shook her head ,smiling as she made her way to her apartment. It was spacious and she already loved it. It had two rooms with two separate bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room.

She made her way to her room when her phone began to ring. She wondered what Paris wanted again but she was mistaken when she saw Marco's name flashing on the screen.

"Hello, Marco," She said cheerfully as she began to pack clothes for the sleep over in Paris's house.

"Carina where are you?" He asked anxiously and she could tell he was very nervous.

What was wrong with him this time around?

"Marco. Thank you. I'm fine," She said sarcastically.

Marco replied to her with a curse under his breath which she heard very clearly,
"Carina. This is not the time for jokes. Where are you?"

Okay. She could tell he was serious now.

"I'm home, Marco. What's wrong?" She asked, stopping what she was doing.

"Carina. Listen very carefully to me. Do. Not. Leave. Your. House. And don't open the door for anyone. I'm on my way," Marco said so slowly like he was talking to a five year old, which annoyed Carina. She hated the way he talked to her. She knew he loved her very much though, that she didn't doubt, but he always saw her as a child.