The Santiago Cartel

Eighteen.Three

Christon
It seemed like ages that we waited for someone to see the family. I called the whole crew, and my mama. I couldn't go through all this alone. No matter how strong I always feel, I needed saving this time. My mama rubbed my head, and rocked me back and forth.

"Son I'm a believer, and a prayer. Jenn will be fine. I prayed even harder for my grand baby, and she gonna make it too." She whispered, while kissing the top of my head.

I didn't want to believe that Jenn mother could be this fucking malicious to harm her daughter, and grandchild; but every fiber in my bone was telling me she did this shit. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

For the first time since my dad died I let the tears fall. I never felt showing emotion made you weak. My mama always told me not showing them is what made you weak.

"It will be okay baby, I know you hurting. I'm going to send Scar over to see if he can find out anything." She cooed, while holding me tighter.

I briefly heard her mumble my brother's name before he said a simple yes ma'am.

Scar
I made my way to the receptionist desk. The only thing that was on my mind was making sure Jenn was okay. The receptionist was of course one of those over the top dramatic women. She actually reminded me of Angie bird ass.

She was on the phone talking about how she was trying to get something in order, and how her daughter haven't seen her since she was born.

Trifling ass bitches is what makes my skin crawl. You have so many people in the world wishing they could have kids, and you walk away and leave your child. She started smacking on her gum hard. I know this bitch saw me standing here.

"Excuse me ma'am" I stated, trying to calm the attitude that was brewing.

Her ass just kept conversing like she didn't hear me. I tried again to get her attention, and she held her finger up, while positioning the phone in between her ear, and shoulder.

I snatched the phone and threw it.

"Bitch last time I checked you came to work to do a fucking job. Why the fuck you on the phone like that's what you getting paid to do right now. I was trying to ask you if their was an update for the Carter/Santiago family. I mean bright as my ass is, and my height should be enough to make a muthafucka notice me." I spat, while rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"Sir, you ain't got to and her words trailed off to a complete halt.

Staring back at me was a woman who made me the man I am today. When, and where the hell did Satan wash her up from?

"Angela?" I questioned, trying to mask the anger that was brewing even more.

"I'll go, and get someone who can better assist you" she replied, while running off before I could say anything further.

I walked back towards my mother and she was wearing a look of worry.

"Son when did she come back?" she questioned, while releasing her hold on Chris.

I looked at him, and he seemed to be a little calmer than he was before. I think he would be a hundred percent once he knew Jenn's state of health.

I cleared my throat, and looked down at my mom.

"Ma, I didn't even know she was back, and quite frankly I don't care. I spat, while rubbing my neck a little.

Lani wasn't here just yet, but I saw everything going downhill once her and baby girl got here.

I rubbed the back of my neck. This shit couldn't be life right now.

Christon

I jumped up as soon as I saw the Doctor approaching.