Hindsight

Hatred

Maritza glanced at the rear view mirror, pretending to fix her hair and makeup as she locked eyes with Kim, they nodded.
"Ay papi! Where's Carlos?...the four of us could, I don't know, have a little fun tonight. Just like old times." she whispered into Esteban's ears.
"Noooo, Ritza!!" Kim giggled, leaning over to the front seat, "We can't leave, Chulo. Can we now?"
"We can call it a fivesome. Me, you, papi, Ritza and Carlos." she left a trail of soft kisses along his jawline. Kim's definitely going to need more than a shower tonight.
Chulo smiled at her and scooted her even closed to him, "Call it whatever you want, baby."

Esteban frowned. His entire demeanour changed in an instant as if he was possessed. Out of the blue, he shoved Maritza against the sports car.
"Why is everyone still talking about him?!"
Maritza yelped in shock as he began choking her.
"Hey!! Hey!! Take your hands off her!!" Kim screamed, trying to pull him off her.
Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She was now definitely terrified. But since they were so close to getting Carlos's whereabouts, she decided not to say the safe word just yet.

"Boss. We gotta go." Adam screamed into the radio.
"Just a sec, Adam. Hold your position."

Esteban laughed and nuzzled Maritza's neck before letting go of the chokehold.
"Don't worry, Bambi..."
'Bambi? The deer?' Kim was taken aback by that comment. First, it was the white girl jokes now, its freaking bambi!

"My brother is out. On a business trip." he shrugged before capturing Maritza's lips. "He must be having the time of his life with that sweet piece of ass."
"Who?" Kim asked. Instantly, regretting her brain's decision to blurt out the first question in her head. She wasn't supposed to be asking questions since it would look too suspicious. But she couldn't help it, she needed to get out of the car as soon as possible.
"Some gringa...but she sure gotta sweet Colombian culo."
"That's unfair, papi. How come Carlos gets all the fun. You're much more of a catch than your brother." she pouted, stroking his ego to get him to spill.

"Maybe...they can..."
Kim watched as her hands headed south, to his area. "...join us..."
"Nah. Not a chance, chica. That cop won't make it." he said pushing her off him and he took out a packet of white substance from the glove compartment.

Though he practically implied Carlos has Erin, they still hadn't got the exact whereabouts. They were so close yet so far away. Kim felt a part of her die when he said that. It's only a matter of time before Carlos kills her best friend.
"Stop talking and start using." he exclaimed, winking at her.

Kim let Chulo nibble her neck for a few seconds before pushing him against his chest. Her heart was literally in her throat. She has no clue how she's going to get out of this situation without harming or drawing suspicion to herself. There's no way in hell that she's going to comply and snort god knows what and mess with her system in the process.
"Why don't we go somewhere more private?" she suggested to the party goers in the sports car.

By the time she peered back at the front seat, Maritza was already snorting her second line.
"No way. I'm eating both of you. Right now. Right here."

She stared frozen, wide-eyed as Esteban heated the bottom of the spoon with a lighter and filling up the syringe. His eyes filled with craze. He was mumbling something, in anger and hatred, that she couldn't quite make out. Chulo grabbed the back of her neck, shoving her forward.

"Your turn."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fumbling on the hinges of the window, her hands were sweating profusely and shaking like crazy. She cursed since it was taking a lot more time than she had anticipated.

Click.

She smiled when she heard that tiny sound of relief. Looking out the glass, her smile was turned into a frown when she saw the actual height of the drop. She could either jump to her death and possibly die instantly or be killed by the hands of a psychopath and very possibly relive the events of last night to a much torturous level.