Hasta La Muerte // CNCO

Chapter Four

You sat there in the booth, laughing with your two other friends and eating the breakfast you usually ordered every time you came. He sat at the table in the corner, slowly sipping on his coffee and occasionally looking down at the newspaper in his hand so it wouldn't be obvious that he was watching you. He kept his head low and his green eyes masked with the baseball hat. Funny, you never bothered to look in his direction, almost as if you forgot everything your family taught you and kept your all of your attention on the things your friends were telling you. But he did this every time you went out with your friends, he was getting tired of his job. You became boring to him, you did the same routine and there was no point in watching you anymore. You did nothing for the mob except you were a weakness to Richard and Yashua, and that was the only thing they could ever use.

"No way. You have a boo?" He overheard one of your friends ask you and it piqued his interest. Who could you be dating? You smile at her question, your head slowly shaking. You pushed some of your hair behind your ear, a habit you had when you were trying to avoid something.

"We're just seeing each other for now. But it's actually going pretty good," You tell them before taking a long sip of your coffee.

"So when are we going to meet this mystery man that snatched you up?" Your other friend asked. You shrug your shoulders and picked at some eggs on your plate.

"Come on, at least tell his name," She tries to pry out of you. He leaned forward to hear better, pretending to get some cream and sugar from the container across the table from him.

"His name is Christopher," You answer. He raised his eyes at you when he heard the name. Why were you with Christopher? What was the point of your relationship with Christopher? He quickly looked down when both of your eyes met, standing up and throwing a couple of dollars on the table and making his exit. You shift your attention back to your friends as he left.

He walked down the street as fast as he could, avoiding the gazes of everyone on the busy street and pulling out his phone. He quickly typed the text with all the information he was able to get and send it to Santiago.

It's her and she's with Christopher

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You brush your fingers through his soft hair, trying your hardest not to wake him while you did so. His arms lay at your sides, you could hear the soft snores escape his lips while he rested his head on your bare chest. The sun was just beginning to set, the orange glow that seeped into the room made his features look warm and soft. You just lay there for a few minutes, hands playing with his hair while you admired how he looked while he slept. You just wanted to let him sleep for longer, but you knew that you both needed to eat and get dressed before Richard dropped Aaliyah off for the night.

"Chris," You whispered. You removed one hand from his hair and moved it down to his shoulder, giving it shakes. "Wake up," You said but this time louder. He groans at your action, nuzzling his neck deeper into your chest. You laugh at his action, your hand moving up to his face and poking his cheek.

"Y/N," He whined, turning his cheek to the other side to avoid you poking his cheek again.

"I'm hungry. And Aaliyah is going to be dropped off soon." You respond. He didn't say anything to you, instead, he just grabbed your hand from where it was and moved it back to his hair.

"Five more minutes," He tells you. You slowly tug at his hair. Just being here with him felt good. You never allowed yourself to do this, you only ever had one night stands and even those were rare for you. Chris slowly opened his eyes and adjusted his head so he was looking up at you. You smiled as his warm brown eyes found yours, you found them so comforting sometimes.