The Black Dahlia | BTS 🔞

''It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful''

That morning, Dahlia thought that nothing could change that happiness she felt. Nothing could break the course of the butterflies in her stomach as she thought about how to announce one big happy news to her husband and son. She thought about how, tonight, after her day at the office, she would make a nice dinner and tell them at the table, during dessert. That morning she kissed Kyle and Juan goodbye as they got out of the house to go to their daily run in the park. That was the last time she felt this happy... That was the last time she saw them.

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"You shouldn't have called the police Decker, now he's gonna pay for your mistake... terrible mistake " said the man on the tape. A black mask on his head, the man was standing behind a young boy, a knife in his hand. The only distinction she could find about him was his tattoo on his forearm, a gun with a rose and torns intertwined in it, next to his gang tattoo. The cuban gang of Little Havana. Those tattoos would forever be marked on her mind as it was the only thing that could help her find his identity, the identity of the man who ripped her heart out of her chest as she saw him slit the throat of a three years old. Her three years old son, Kyle.

Two days ago, while her husband and her son were at the park, the cuban cartel took them and brought them to a secret location to torture them. Dahlia had been working on a particular case about the gang and had lately found a big piece of evidence that could put one of their leaders in jail. As they learned about it from a mole in her office, they decided to kidnapped her family, trying to make her drop the case as State Attorney, the youngest to ever been appointed to that position. Before taking this job, the young mother worked in one of the biggest cabinet of Miami as a criminal lawyer, against the prosecution, often working to protect certain members of that same cartel. It was a total surprise when ''the enemy'' asked her to work with them, but an offer she couldn't refuse, ever. 

This position was a poisoned gift, as they asked her to start prosecuting the cuban gang, formed with people she knew from her youth, some of them even considering her like a sister. Little Havana was her home, where she grew up with her mother, grand-mother and brother, and she had to betrayed them for this job. She moved to a better neighbourhood, bought a nice and small house, starting to forget where she came from, who she grew up with. 

They reminded her, kidnapping her whole life that day. Her old friends took her family and threatened to do horrible things to Juan and Kyle. They even sent her a small little pinky finger, Kyle's actually. For two days and two nights they called her every hour to get her to drop her case. At one point, she had to tell her colleagues from the state office and the federal bureau what was happening... And it got out, leading to this night, 21:07 on a oddly cold full moon of June, where she received a video-call.

Looking to the screen, she kept still, her lungs frozen as she saw the blade cutting the small throat of her child, the blood dripping on his chest, the light disappearing from his eyes. Mama... Those words resonated in her ears... His last words before his death were to her and she let him down. 

That emptiness she felt that night would never leave her as she saw everything she worked for vanished. Her son was the only thing keeping her from becoming a bad person, her family was the only thing helping her get through these urges of rage she felt everyday. As his body fell on the floor and the cameraman cut the feed, she stood there, still fixating on the screen. She finally started to breath again since the video started when her colleague, Matt the main detective on the affair, touched her back.

- Decker, we have to go... They got the location... I am so sorry but we have to go if we want to find your husband.

She slowly closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, sucking in all the tears she wanted to let go of, and started to walk out of the office and to Matt's car. They got the location, telling her there was still hope for her husband to be alive. But she knew this wasn't a possibility. If they got to kill a little boy, they didn't care about the husband of a traitor like her. 

The trace of her nails were so deep in her skin inside her palms, a little blood was dripping. She couldn't let any tears come out of her, it wasn't finish yet. She still had to see if she was right, to constate the death of her son and husband. By the time they got to the small warehouse by the port, the crime scene had already been set. A yellow tape was all around the house. Well... what was left of the house actually. It was now just some bricks and burned plank of woods. And two bodies. One small, covered in ashes but still recognizable. And a bigger one, around 1m84 tall, 160 pounds, completely burnt, to the core. Unrecognizable to anyone. 

But Dahlia knew, she could recognize this figure from anyone. Her husband, her first love, the only person she ever let in her life was that body. The coroner told her he died by the flames, burned alive even before they started the tape with her son. Processing that information, she put her hand on her lower belly, grasping to the small air that could get to her lungs. Her desperate eyes searched for her colleague, Matt, as she said those two changing words.

- I'm pregnant...