Hasta La Muerte // CNCO

Chapter Five

His dark eyes focused on your picture, looking over your features as he thought about his next move. He needed to do something to you that would scare you and a little threat wouldn't hurt you. Santiago stood up from his desk, one his hands picking up the picture of you before looking up at the two men in front of him.

"¿Cuál es el plan, jefe?" Paulo asks, linking his hands in front of his body ready to hear the order of his boss. Santiago looked between Sergio and Paulo for a moment, making sure he picked the right men for the job, then looked down at your picture before throwing it back onto the desk.

"Warn her. We need to scare her, and warn Richard not to mess with us." Santiago orders.

~

You step back into the room, gently closing the door behind you. You spin on your heels and see Christopher, his back leaning against the head of the bed and his fingers pulling at Aaliyah's stuffed animal. He was aware of your presence but he kept his focus on the toy in front of him.

"She has the cutest laugh." He whispered with a smile. You shake your head and let out a laugh, making your way over to the bed.

"She does." You reply. You were surprised how good Christopher was with Aaliyah, mostly because of everything he did with the mafia. "You treat her like she's your own," You say, crawling up on the bed until you were able to rest your head on his legs. Your words cause him to pause his movements, taking that moment to look down at you before shifting his focus back to the toy.

"I wish she was," He mumbled, hoping you didn't hear him but you heard the words loud and clear. You freeze in his laps and think of your next words, you didn't want to put either of you in this situation.

"You want kids?" You ask him, lifting yourself from his lap and into a sitting position. Christopher looks up at you and drops the toy on the bed. He grabs onto your hands and looks at you, oblivious to the fear and dread running through your body. You couldn't raise a child in the dangerous life that Christopher lived, they would be destined to follow in his footsteps and you knew how hard it was for you to get out of that life.

"Yeah. I can't wait until I have a little baby Velez in my arms. But I want three kids and all of them would be the perfect babies." He answers. You noticed the smile he got when he said he wanted a little baby Velez and your heart shattered for him. "¿Y tú?"

"Chris..." You begin. You honestly didn't know where to begin, you wanted to make this deal work for your brother but you couldn't destroy Chris' dream either. You opened your mouth to finish responding to his question, break the truth to him when you heard the light knocks on the door and Aaliyah's sobs. You let out a sigh of relief now that you had time to gather your thoughts, getting off the bed and opening the door. Aaliyah stood there with tears rolling down her face and her arms outstretched towards you. You scooped up the young girl in your arms and rub her back for comfort.

"Papi," She cried out, her head resting on your shoulders, your heart broke for her.

"He'll be here soon mamas. Want to sleep with me?" You ask her, moving your head from her back to her hair and twirling it in your fingers. You could feel her nod her head so you turn back towards the bed, avoiding Chris' gaze and crawling under the covers with Aaliyah.

"Y/N," Chris whispered and adjusted himself so he was laying next to Aaliyah, an arm reached over her and caressing yours.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow." You tell him and bring the girl closer to your body, humming a song to help her sleep. Christopher ran his hand over your arm to silently communicate with you, but you just ignored him and focused on the girl in your arms.

~

His dark brown eyes were the only visible part of his face, the mask was wrapped around his face and his hair was hanging in front of his face, hiding his identity. Yashua held the gun tightly in his right hand, finger hovering over the trigger.

"Do it," Romeo taunted. He had dry blood matted to his hair and fresh blood pouring out of his nose, his face was different shades of blue and purple. He was on his last legs, but he was never going to give up the information that he held. He wasn't going to give up the plan that Santiago had in mind for them, he would take it to the grave. At his words, Yashua quickly leaned up and pressed the gun harshly against Romeo's temple. It had been one week since Romeo had been locked up in the room, legs and arms chained to the chair, and yet he hadn't given up any information. He was fucking useless to them now.

"Any last words?" Yashua questions, shoving the gun harder into his temple. Romeo winced at the action, the gun digging into a bruise he had. But he only did it for a second before he smirked at Yashua.

"Santiago is going to kill all of you. I promise you that."

~

"Pa' arriba pa' abajo pa' centro pa' dentro!" You shouted, clinking the shot glasses with Lydia's and Tatianna's before you all down your shots. The alcohol burned your throat as it went down but it felt good to be able to let go for the night with your closest friends. You would have to face Christopher soon, after successfully avoiding him for a week and drowning yourself in work. But that wasn't a worry for tonight, you just wanted to get dumb drunk to forget how badly you would disappoint your brother and hurt Chris.

"Let's go dance!" Tati shouted over the loud music, she managed to grab your wrist and drag you and Lydia to the crowded dance floor. You shook your head and let a laugh out at your wild friends.

"Come on Y/N!" Lydia encouraged and began to shake her hips to the beat of the music. Tati nodded her head and copied Lydia's moves. You smiled at them before dipping your hips and shaking them side to side.

It felt like the three of you were there for hours, dancing to the music that blasted over the speakers, and belting out the lyrics when your songs came on. The worries seem to wash away with every sway you guys made. But you could feel the alcohol begin to wear off, and you needed more.

"Hey, guys! I'm going to go get us some drinks!" You shout to them over the beat of the music. They nod at you for a quick moment before turning back to their dancing. You managed to make it safely off the crowded dance floor, making your way over to the bar. You pull your phone out of your clutch, looking at the notification that immediately popped up.

Chris: Can you come over tonight? We need to finish our conversation from last week.

You ignore the message and shove the phone back into your clutch. No worries for tonight, just letting go. And that's when it happened. You were leaning against the bar, ordering another round of drinks for you guys, when you felt the hands slide up your thighs. Another pair of hands snaked around your waist and kept a firm grip on your hips, keeping you in place.

"Listen mamacita." You could hear him whisper in your ear.

"Get the fuck off me before I punch the both of you in your throat." You threaten them.

"Remember our names, so you can tell your brother Paulo and Sergio are here as a warning." One of them whispers. The other leans over to you, lips next to your ears and hands still on your ass.

"Sleep with one eye open mamacita because now you and Richard are targets."