Family(Finale)

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Family Finale

2 Weeks Later

Andres|

"Yes. I am here to pick up my Tux. Andres Jones." I told the man as he checked the list for pick-ups and told me to wait one moment. He walked off and I exhaled. I cant believe I pulled off a two week wedding..like they said if you got the coin it will happen. The wedding is less than 24 hours away and I cant wait. My phone started ringing and it was a blocked number. I picked up and stated, "Hello?" No response just heavy breathing. I hung up as the man brought my suit. After one last fitting and paying. I walked out of the shop and down the dark road over to the parking lot. It was cold as fuck, I needed to get in my car and blast the heat.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I looked back and seen a dark figure. I took a deep breath and exhaled, "Please sir mind the business that fucking pays you!" I swiftly grabbed at my keys and got my hand swiftly wrapped around the PepperSpray. I made it to my door and as I pressed the unlock button I felt the present of someone right behind me. Listen I was kidnapped before...I got bad nerves. I spun around and sprayed. He started wincing in pain as he covered his eyes. I looked at him and gasped, "Roume? Oh My God!"

About 20 minutes later at his Loft. I drove us here. I was pouring another galloon his milk over his face as he laid in the tub. He exhaled, "Really, Andres?"

"Really what? Dont walk up on me and not talk! Hell, what was you even doing? I thought you and I arent friends. You dont talk to me any more." I told him as he bluntly replied, "We was never friends! And first the fuck off ive been working a case out of state. I cant believe you pepper sprayed me." I poured the last ounce of milk and he sat up. He was about to pull his shirt over his head and I snapped, "Dont do that. If its more on your shirt it will get in your eyes again! Just rip it all off. He grabbed a big grip and ripped it off. His wonderful chest burst out and he exhaled, "I smell nasty as fuck. Imma shower." I was still sitting on the toilet before realizing I was in a daze. I hopped up and said, "Okay, and um imma go."

"NO! We need to talk. Its important the real reason ive been following you all day." He told me as I squinted in confusion. What can he be trying to talk to me about? If he hit me with the he not over me ordeal—I am going to run right out of the door. He needs to understand I am with my family. My family is more important than my feelings for him. He filled a void and that void is no longer empty.

I walked around his living room area and sat down and moments later he came out in just some Armani Briefs and cut the light on. He walked over and sat down on the sofa. He moved some papers from his diner room table and told me, "Look I wanted to tell you this the night I got back in town, but my captain told me I couldnt. He tried to get clearance to, but his bosses told him none could be given out. However, yesterday for you and your family safety you have to know this. For the past two weeks we been trying to capture ex-President Bunche who had escaped a small organization in the government confinement. He made his way back to the states and yesterday a camera caught him leaving an unofficial airstrip 100 miles from here."
My mind went to spinning. It felt as if the room was closing in on me. What the fuck? So this man isnt dead and is for sure after all of us.

"He is the type of man that doesnt like to lose and that means taken cars of us-all of us. And dont think they had you unprotected. Derek Bunche was given the job to protect your family months ago. That is why he lives with you—he is far from broke. He was put their as a precautionary measure." He told me and all this was hitting me all at once. I stood up and rubbed my face and asked, "So does he know about this? About his father being alive."

"He is informed yesterday." I confessed.

I laughed, "I cant believe this. My wedding is literally being shown on 40 news outlets—TOMORROW! Its going to be so easy to find us."

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