Separated [BXB]

18

Lucas

After Jorge came home he said he had a meeting to get to. But he wouldn't let me go with him.

I don't understand that part. We are in a relationship I should be apart of his life.

We are in love.

So after he left I followed him. It took me a couple minutes to get what floor they were on. But I got it eventually.

I took the stairs and peered into the bar through the window in the door. I missed the main part. But I caught Jorge and Noen speaking in private.

"If we kill Lucas? His whole life would be gone. Erased. Like he didn't even have a family." Jorge said.

"Lucas is a threat. You said you wanted to kill him." Noen said.

"I know. It just seems like the only way around the situation. And it's making me sick." Jorge said.

"We can talk about this more tomorrow. For now. Start training Benji. More memories." Noen dismissed him.

I shrank against the door and sat down. They were going to kill me?

This is absolutely ridiculous. I love Jorge and this is what he does to me in return?

Why? I've been loyal to Jorge this whole time. I'm not a threat.

I only hurt Jorge that one time just to get his attention.

Well. I better watch my back then.

I stood up and ran down the stairs, I had to be home before Jorge got there.

If I just keep playing along, I can kill someone first if they want to play it like that.

Jorge and Benji have another thing coming for them.

I opened the door to find the apartment empty. Good I was home before Jorge noticed I was gone.

I need to have a plan. He's going to shoot me. Or stab me. He's a better fighter than me. But I'm stronger. I could overpower him.

The door opened and revealed Jorge coming in.

"Hi Jorge." I said with a smile.

"Hi?" He said skeptically.

"I was thinking about getting pizza tonight. What's your favorite kind?" I asked.

"I don't care. Get whatever." He said walking over to the couch.

He was being dismissive. I didn't like that.

Should I do something about it?

Yes.

"Jorge. I don't like your tone." I said sternly.

He turned to look at me. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be better." He said and turned back around.

"Thank you." I said gratefully. "Now. What kind of pizza would you like?"

"Pepperoni. Is my favorite."

"One pepperoni pizza." I said and dialed the number.