Hasta La Muerte // CNCO

Chapter Two

His blonde hair was slicked up into a bun, he leaned back into his seat, arms propped up on the armrest with his fingers intertwined as he stared down the man in front of him. Richard licked his lips, trying to focus on the matter at hand before standing up and slamming his hand against the wood of his desk, eyes peering up at the man and sending him a death glare. Romeo sat in his seat, arms crossed as he stared back at him before flicking his eyes back up to the two men standing behind Richard. Christopher had a tight grip on the gun in his waistband, all of his attention was on Romeo. Joel stood on the other side of Richard, arms crossed watching the scene unfold.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't have all the money?" Richard shouted, one of his hands gripping his gun in his waistband.

"I'm 10 grand short. But like I said man, those bitches ripped me off. I'll get the money to you." Romeo answered. Richard sneered at the man as he slowly nodded and clicked his tongue.

"Alright. I understand man." Richard started. Romeo's shoulders dropped in relief at the man's response but it was quickly cut short. Richard leaned over the table and grabbed Romeo by the shirt making sure he wasn't able to escape while he held a gun against his left temple.

"If you don't have that money by Friday you're dead, cabron," Richard whispered emphasizing the last word before pushing Romeo away. He turned his back towards Romeo and faced his men. Romeo glared at Richard before deciding to turn on his heels and leave Richard's office.

"Joel explain this plan with my sister again," Richard ordered. Joel nodded uncrossing his arms and moved to the desk.

"Alright, no one is going to suspect our activity if Chris gets with your sister and they move into this rich suburban neighborhood, no one is going to find out about our business. I mean they'll just believe that Chris and your sister are one of them since they would be having nice parties, nice cars, good jobs. This neighborhood also is where Erick would switch that counterfeit money, Santiago lives there too so we could keep our eye on him. They would fit in, and we'll just use their marriage as a front." Joel explains. He uses his phone to show Richard the neighborhood that Chris and you would live in. "And it's perfect for our business. We can move money and drugs in there without a problem." Richard nods at his Joel's word.

"Why can't I do it with Camila?" Richard asks his friend taking a seat in his chair.

"Because Y/N has a master's, and she works for public relations. No one would question where their money comes from. But for you, it would be too obvious." Joel explains. Richard flicks his eyes over to his right-hand man.

"How was your date last night? You think she would be down?" Richard asked. Chris clicked his tongue.

"We're on for a second date," Chris answered.

"Tonight at my house. It's time for Y/N to finally meet you guys," Richard informed them.

~

You sat on his couch, legs crossed while you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, responding to a few texts from your friends. Your brother walked in, brows furrowed at you.

"Aye hermana! You ready?" Yashua asks you. You looked up from your phone to look at your brother. His bleached hair was hanging across his face, eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses, he wore a loose white shirt and loose black joggers. You rolled your eyes.

"It took you an hour for that?" You questioned. He laughed at your response, throwing you the keys to his car.

"Hey beauty takes time," He responds. You push yourself off the couch, fixing your outfit and grabbing your belongings. Your brother could be such a pain in your ass at times, but that's what brothers are for.