𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

9.

Makayla entered the dark estate. Empty bottles of liquor covered the floor. It seemed as if none of Miguel's maids had been in here in months. She knew Miguel would be in here because of his cars parked outside. She closed the door behind herself. She knew he was in pain, so she dropped her daughter off at her mother's and went to pay him a visit.

"Miguel?" She turned on a lamp in a hallway.
His house was pin drop silent. She sighed taking off her trench coat. She made her way up stairs walking past wooden doors.

"Miguel, it's Makayla..."
She soon spotted a door cracked open, as she entered a big breeze fanned her body. She looked around the dark room to find a light. She felt the walls for a switch, but there was nothing. Makayla huffed growing irritated, instead she pulled out her phone from her purse and turned on her flashlight. In the corner in a rich leather chair she spotted Miguel. He found a light and turned it on.

"Miguel, are you ok?"

He was slouched in his chair, with his head in his hand and a whisky bottle in another.

"What do you want Makayla?" He asked raising his head. Her eyes met his, he had hurt in his tired red eyes.

"I came because I understand what it feels like to lose someone you love,..." She walked towards where he sat.
"...and maybe it's best if you weren't alone right now." She said slowly pulling the liquor bottle out of his hands. He gripped it tight before she could however, he felt drinking would numb the anger in his head. Even after justice for Diego he was still angered.

"Leave." He spat, growing aggravated.

"Miguel, I'm trying to help-"

"I don't need your help!"

"Your brothers told me to come talk to you. They said you aren't picking up their calls. And they didn't say it but, we're worried about you." Makayla sighed.

He turned towards her, eyeing her up and down. 
"So? You better get home, you don't want your man to worry or anything."

"Seriously, Miguel?" Makayla rolled her eyes.

"Oh no, I'm very serious. Go home!" Miguel pointed to the door. Makayla flinched.

"Miguel we're talking about you. Not me-"

"I don't understand you Makayla. You bring your big ass in my house to ask me how I'm doing?! My brother is fuckin dead! They're rumors that my father killed his own son! How do you think I'm fuckin doing?!"

"Miguel-"

"Don't Miguel me, Makayla! Go home." He said. Hurt spilling through his voice.
"Before I figure making your boyfriend...disappear would lighten my mood." He spoke through a mischievous grin.

"I don't have a boyfriend Miguel. Nor there's anyone I ever loved after you..."
Miguel's eyes glaring into hers. Silence being the loudest in the room. He was visible angry.
"I was mad at you, so I lied." She said shamefully.

He turned his body toward hers, her eyes met his cold ones. Apprehension forming in the pit of her stomach. His eyebrows formed into a deep frown, with his muscles tense.

"Look, I'm sorry."

"So you lied?..." He slowly took forceful steps toward her. Lyin without a accurate cause?

"I did it to-"

"To what, make me jealous?! To make me stay away from you?..."
He chuckled evilly. Amusement on his lips.
"...how petty." He glared. His voice darken and demonic. She doubt it was the liquor.

Tension in the air grew impeccably strong, soon he was so close to her she could smell the alcohol and cologne on him. She placed a hand on his chest to push him back, instead he grabbed her and yanked her closer. She came crashing into his chest.

"So you thought that shit was cute." He gripped her arm tightly.

"Miguel, you're hurting me." She tried pulling away, and when he let her go she fell onto his bed. He walked closer to her, his eyes empty with nothingness. But she was confused of why he was so angry. Or why she was so turned on.

"I said I was sorry." She barely whispered. He leaned onto her, with his hand twirling her hair.

"No need to be..." He said in her ear. He nuzzled his face into her neck.
"You know you're a bad liar...I could practically smell the lie on you. You think I wouldn't do my own research on your 'boyfriend'?" He chuckled darkly.
Her eyes widened.

"How did you-"

"Take your clothes off."

"What the hell?!" He tried pushing him away. Really wanting him closer.

"Or should I do it for you?" He rose an eyebrow. Impatience forming in his face.

"Miguel we're broken up!"

"THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?!..."
She flinched.
"...WE BREAK UP UNLESS I SAY WE BREAK UP! YOU'RE FUCKIN MINE! MINE."

Her glare was full of realization and lust. She couldn't admit that she loved this kind of love. She was obsessed with the way he made her feel.

"Take. It. Off. NOW." He said while unbuttoning his dress shirt.

His eyes were full of lust and anger, still starring into his eyes made her shiver. However, she didn't budge. She was fixed to his chest. His naked body on her naked one wasn't starting to sound so bad after all. Just the thought of the warmth of his abdomen made her bite her lip. Her mean glare turned into a dazed one. She slowly climbed off his bed. Miguel intensely watched her every move. Miguel grew utterly confused. She walked toward him and put her hands onto his chest.

"So, you're gonna punish me?" She asked seductively. Miguel's eyes were glued to her plump chest.

"Yes. You know I hate little lies just as I hate liars. Believe me, I will not be gentle." He rasped.