"That is so sad, and tragic," whispered Greta.
Somehow she related to the Watchmaker in his forced solitude, forever to only remain in the background.
His refusal to speak due to the excruciating pain of losing his family was almost too much for Greta to handle.
"Is he still alive?" asked Florida as she observed Eileen going through some other documents in the chest.
"Who's to say? The Watchmaker just goes in and he is gone before you even know it. It's almost like he flies with the wind. But I respect the man enormously. I also owe my life to him, in fact, if it wasn't for his last-minute urging with my current commanding officer to prove my innocence, I wouldn't be here right now. His actual willingness to risk using his voice on the phone was a very rare thing for someone to experience. There aren't many who lived to tell the tale at least," informed Priest with reverence.
"So, what did the Watchmaker do specifically to assist Florida's family. Where does he play in all of this?" asked Eileen. She was now giving Priest her full attention. In fact, all three of them were listening intently.
"Well, that's where my story comes in, but I really have to warn you, my life was extremely raw and graphic, unlike Stella's story. And I've paid a hefty price for my numerously grievous sins as you will see. Just wanted to give you that parental advisory," warned Priest as he eyed Eileen.
She urged him silently to continue, knowing that there was no turning back, and by the end of tonight, Florida would finally learn everything about her family's history, ugliness and all.
"Couldn't get any more raw or graphic than my own life," admitted Eileen.
Carlos raised an eyebrow suddenly intrigued, showing an interest in Eileen's history.
Eileen then viewed Florida cringe as her daughter's eyes averted awkwardly.
She immediately corrected her careless comment and smiled weakly.
"Of course it had nothing to do with Mama, I was referring to my life before her."
Greta stifled a smile, clearly amused with Eileen's faux pas.
Greta's mouth then suddenly dropped, totally mesmerized, as Carlos stripped off his undershirt to re-bandage his shoulder while he began his story.
The priest was totally ripped.
Even Eileen noticed, as she quickly turned away with an unreadable expression.
"It all started in Honduras on a typical night spent with your father Franco, as was customary. We weren't really the marrying type if you know what I mean. But that specific night, when the Watchmaker texted he was going to come out of retirement for a specific job we were doing, we didn't realize at the time, that all our lives were going to be changed forever."
Carlos' eyes suddenly glazed over with grief before continuing on, but Greta's mouth got in the way of his moment as she blurted out some random nonsense which was so very much like Greta.
"Wait, let me stop you right there, because I've been dying to ask you this, so before you go off on your long spiel, I just wanted to know something," Greta inquired.
Priest's eyebrows raised in silent acknowledgment.
"Where the hell do you work out? Cause, damn son, you are swole," murmured Greta. She then regretfully observed Eileen's disdainful stare.
"I'm just saying," shrugged Greta.
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BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones
Action"GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!" roared Carlos. To their horror, they heard gunshots and glass breaking. Both girls started screaming as Carlos pulled out a pistol from his trench coat. Florida and Greta covered their ears, trying to duck as low as they c...
