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"All empires are created by fire and blood." — Pablo Escobar.

[Reece on the side or on the top! He's cute, right? xD]

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Octavia

       I blink my eyes as I watch the trunk open. Demi looks down on me. By her side is Wilmer. She smiles as I scrunch up my face at her. "Glad you're not dead yet, come on, get up," she says and I groan as I lift myself into a sitting position.

       I jump out of the trunk and motion to my hands at Demi. She sighs, rolling her eyes before taking out a key and unlocking the cuffs from my hands. She hands the handcuffs to Wilmer and he takes them before shoving them into his pocket. Demi turns back to me and motions for me to follow her.

       Rubbing my red wrists, I follow her across the street. I look around. We're in a hangar for airplanes and right in front of us was a small jet. Walking next to me, Demi looks over and says, "Did you know that back in the 80's, Pablo Escobar ran this whole country with cocaine?"

       "Yeah, I know about him and I know he was a notorious drug lord, selling cocaine everywhere." I say, and I walk up the small staircase up the jet with Demi behind me.

       "I met him." Demi says, and I turn to her to look at her. She grins at my shocked face before poking her head into the cockpit and saying something in Spanish, waving at the pilot before turning back to me. "He was a friend of my Father back in the day. I played with his kids."

       I take a seat in a white, fluffy lean-back chair, and Demi sits across from me while Wilmer sits on the couch beside us. Carlos and Santos sit at the back of the jet.

       "No way," I breathe, my eyes widening as I look at her. She nods, chuckling as she sits back in her chair, getting comfortable as the jet starts to run down the runway.

       "One day at a party in '89, he took me and put me on his lap. My dad was saying that I'd be the one that would take over the business, so Pablo made me sit on his lap, look me in the eyes and said to which I quote 'All empires are created by fire and blood.' Which those words, are all true." she tells me, smiling brightly at me, her eyes held mischief.

       "You're crazy." I say and she laughs.

       "Maybe." She shrugs before leaning forward and thanked Wilmer as he hands her a glass of wine. Wilmer sits back, his own glass of wine in his hand, and he glances at me before giving a small smile. I look back at Demi as she takes a sip of her wine, holds her glass as we go up in the air and once we were flying smoothly, she takes another sip. "But I do make a lot more money than he does." She chuckles dryly.

       "You see, instead of selling cocaine, why the fuck not sell whores, marijuana and alcohol, all at the same time?" Demi sets down her glass while I cross my arms over my chest, watching as takes out a small packet of white powder and a hundred dollar bill.

       "Why are you telling me all of this?" I ask her as she rips open the packet and laid the white powder in a line on the table. She rolls up the hundred dollar bill before leaning down, pressing the tip of the hundred bill against the cocaine, which I figured that was what it was, and snorting it all up.

       Demi laughs, blinking her eyes before looking over at Wilmer. "Want some Wilmer?" She asks him, holding up another packet of cocaine. He looks at me before shaking his head, rejecting the drug.

       "Okay, suit yourself." She shrugs and turns back to me. "What about you? Want some?" She spreads the cocaine on the table, making another line.