𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ⁂ {𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪}

_24

alvaro sits extraordinarily uncomfortably in the backseat of that same getaway car, he pushes his ideas as much as he can into alejandro's head but honestly, he doesn't think he's getting the memo. "ale, i think... maybe we should just leave them alone, right?" he crosses one of his legs over the other, they're smashed against the back of the drivers seat because alejandro has it pushed all the way back. "you know, i feel like it wouldn't hurt if we just left them be. they seem happy, i wouldn't wanna ruin a happy relationship"

ale scoffs, swerving over to the side of the road with a loud skid of the tires, he glares back at alvaro. "listen you're starting to sound like you're on their side. do you wanna make this run successfully or not? because i'll gladly shoot you instead" and with that alvaro is shut down. "no, ale"—"good, now take this phone and text this number" alejandro hands him a dingy iphone 6 with a yellow sticky note of the number he's supposed to text.

unknown number
we're up the street from your house, mattia

me
k

unknown number
is kairi with you?

me
yup

unknown number
for a man that's about to die you seem pretty unbothered

me
mhm

unknown number
just wait, mattia, you're gonna wish you listened to us

me
sure

unknown number
lmao. you're so so clueless...

unknown number
maybe we should let you go huh?

unknown number
lol, nah.

me
lol

unknown number
respond with something else other than a three letter word bitch boy

me
🤴🏿

unknown number
... hm, fitting.