Romelo Jr. Was Angry. Words Couldn't describe how he felt. His face grew red and he gripped his fist. He went back to his car and sped off. He drove all the way back to his apartment. Once he made it back he walked in and seen Gretchen still on the couch.
"Gretchen Is your leg still bleeding?" I sighed.
"No. It didn't seem like a deep cut. Some peroxide should clean it up." She said as she laid still on the couch.
I nodded and went on to the bathroom. I got the peroxide out the medicine cabinet and another wrap. I unwrapped the now bloody wrap from around her leg and wiped it down lightly. I poured some peroxide on it and she winced a little. I let it sit and clean up then I wrapped in another wrap.
"Stay here as long as you want." I said.
"Oh no Mel. I couldn't do that. I don't wanna be in the way of you And Alexandra."
I shook my head.
"Alexandra will be just fine.
~~~
After Alexandra did the hit and run she reported to the person who had hired her. An Older man named Henry Davis. A Man seeking revenge after Gretchen left him, Taking all his money.
" Job is done.." I smiled widely
"Terrific. God I hope she dies." He said, shaking his head "Heres you money, thank you." He said
I smiled taking the 500,000 dollars from him. I was a successful women, & I always got the job done. My boyfriend never knew of this part of my job. it was secretly done. And of course I'd never get caught.
But what Alexandra didn't know was.. The victim she had taken on...Was right in her living room.
~~~
Cookie was shocked. Was this the actual Marcus Houston calling her? & if he was. What for?
"THE Marcus Houston Huh.." Cookie said
"Of Course.." He chuckled
"How may I assist your call?" Cookie said, blushing.
"I'd like to meet up with you..If you'd like.." Marcus said
"Alright..Where At?" She smiled wide
"How about that Big party At the Santiago's On Thursday night.."
How'd he know about that party?
"Uh... Sure?" I said.
"Great. I'll see you then sweetheart." He said, hanging up.
Cookie was stunned. Speechless.
The actual Marcus Houston. Was looking for her? wanting to meet her?
Now there was only one thing to do..
Tell Max.
~~~
Max Was laying in her bed peacefully sleeping. Light snores filled her dark quiet room. The sounds Of the waves flowed in from the windows. As she went to roll over, Radioactive By Imagine dragons played from her phone.She jumped up to only see "Cookie" pop up on her screen. She sighed and slid her finger across the screen too answer.
"Yes....Cookie." Max said with a slight attitude.
"Whoah attitude much?"
"Uh yeah! Its Like 1 AM.. What is it?"
"Well.... Marcus Houston called me."
Max was on full alert. She sat up.
"He what?"
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Teen Fiction"Don't Fuck With A Santiago" It Was The Family Motto. A Signature To Our Name. But I Guess He Didn't Catch The Message.
