Keep spendin' most our lives... Livin' in the gangsta's paradise.
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Manny's POV
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Isabella jumps up, walking over to her closet.
"Nicole left her phone laying around at the party, I couldn't find her before Mikey picked me up." She says wrapping her blanket around her body and getting up, opening her closet the slightest bit.
"Hmm... okay" I say, unsure.
She pulls a phone out and shows me. "See"
"Alright well I gotta go, Rio's coming to look after you, he'll be here soon."
"I can look after myself, I'm 17 not 7!" She says rolling her eyes and flopping down on her bad.
I shrug. "Your brother's orders, not mine"
"Of course it is"
I chuckle and give her a hug before leaving the room.
Isabella's POV
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I throw my t-shirt back on.
"You are SO fucking lucky" I whisper-yell as I open the closet.
"Sorry mamas, good save though" Mar says smirking, wrapping his arms around me.
"You're welcome for saving your life" I say shaking my head.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I think you deserve something for that" He says biting his lip.
I shake my head. "Nope you gotta go, my brothers friend Rio will be here soon and he will put 20 bullets inside ya body"
He sighs. "Aight, aight." He puts me down on my bed and kisses my forehead.
"Hey, stay safe..." I say as he puts his own clothes back on.
"You too ma... I don't know how this is going to en-"
I cut him off. "I know. Go before it's you dead" I say half-smiling.
He nods and gives me one last peck on the lips.
He leaves and I lay down on my bed, taking deep breaths.
Why am I doing this?
His father could kill mine, or vice-versa, any minute...
I'm completely disrespecting not only the gang but my family...
What if Mikey's right? He could be plotting to kill me or some shit?
Ugh... I need to go to sleep I'm overthinking.
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3pm
I wake up, feeling somewhat refreshed after my sleep.
I come to realisation as everything in the last 12 hours hits me.
Dad.
I run downstairs to see Rio sitting on the couch, watching tv.
"Good afternoon sleepy head" He says laughing, looking at the state of me.
I sit down across from him. "Any update?"
He shakes his head no. "Nothing yet. Don't stress too much"
"It's a bit hard not to, Rio. Dad or Mikey could die."
"I'm tellin' you now, your father? Dying? No chance. Do you know who he is? Miguel and his gang ain't got shit on Manny."
I nod, sort of relieved to hear the confidence.
"Yeah you're right."
"Plus they have this shit planned out well, and nobody is dying, not even Miguel."
"Wait, huh? Then what are they doing? Sitting down and having a cup of tea, sorting a truce?" I say, clearly confused.
He laughs. "Nah, but you'll see."
"Tell me, you know by now that I'm impatient."
"True." He leans forward abit. "You know how your dad has a lot of charges, mainly being accusations of murder?"
"Mhm" I say raising an eyebrow.
"Let's just say, Miguel won't be seeing anything but concrete walls and bars for the rest of his life." He says smirking as he leans back.
"So let me get this straight... they're going to plant all of Dad's charges on Miguel? How the fuck are they going to pull that off!" I say in disbelief.
"It's Manny Castillo, he can do anything. This is the perfect opportunity to clean his record."
I nod. "Wait... so... nobody's dying?" I say still in disbelief.
"Nobody's dying, Bell. Got it?" He says smiling.
"I guess. Just the thought of my dad putting somebody in a cell rather than just wiping their entire existence is not something I thought I'd ever hear." I say, causing Rio to laugh in agreement.
