We're Just Teens

Chapter 2

A/N: if  you see any text with this type of font or whatever, it means there is a Spanish word, and I will provide a translation for those who don't know. Ok, on with the chapter. Enjoy!

As we got out the car, I gave Cindy a nod and closed the door. I walked towards the driver's seat. "Yankee, I need you to take care of her, and meet us on the back in 2 hours." "Copy that Boss." He smiled and drove off. "So, time to go?" My black silk dress got in the way of me walking. "Sure thing, Boss." Ariana said in a teasing tone while giving me small punches. I smiled and returned her punches. "Now shut up, I have a reputation to keep." I said, fixing my fur jacket. "Yeah, sure." I chuckled at her statement.

Once we got inside, I smirked at the sight. All of the people present were to be known as the most dangerous people on Earth. Each of them specialized in something, some focusing on drug trafficking, guns or even human trafficking, even if they became rarer by the day. Human traffickers are seen as the lowest of the low in the Criminal world, if you make a living giving people away, what's the point of even having them? For my case, we're known for being the "murderers". After every kill, we donate the organs to every hospital we're in contact with. The "normal side" of us 3 is the company we all run, whose name is "Medicex", as we make medical supplies that are 100% ecofriendly. If you get the context, you could tell that we're known as the "favorites" when it comes to hospitals and clinics, we do save lives by killing the bad ones.

I could smell the alcohol from afar, looks like everyone is getting a few drinks from the stress of this job. When we sat down, Yoshua Miaddic approached our table. "Ariana, tell Cindy she has a lot to explain once we get home." She smirked. "What for?" I glared at her. "You know why. You know I absolutely hate her little fling. Ugh, ya viene." I chugged my drink as he waved. "Well, it's nice to see you again. Long time no see." He hands me 2 shots of tequila, which I drown in seconds. "Yeah, well it hasn't been long enough. What do you want?" I gave him my fakest smile, which looks pretty genuine in my opinion. "I just wanted to ask how Cindy was doing, I haven't heard from her in a while." He said, looking kinda sad. "Dude, you saw her yesterday." I deadpanned. "Well, they do be fuckin' every day and every night, am I right?" Ariana nudged me. "That's true. I swear if I hear more shit from her room, I will lose it and kill-" The big doors to our left opened wide. It was Hector, our subject, entering the room as if he was the boss of everyone. As if, I want to see him try. I stood up immediately and began walking towards his direction. Ariana quickly got up, grabbed 2 glasses of champagne and speed walked towards our direction. "Hello, Mr. Singleton. It is my pleasure to meet you, and I do hope we'll be able to work together." I began to shake his hand. "It will be my pleasure to work with such a young and successful woman." He said as he was caressing my cheek. 'I swear, if he keeps doing this the entire night, I will lose it and kill him in front of everyone.' thoughts flooded my mind as he walked away with a smirk on his face. "Hey, you ok?" Ariana handed me the glass, and yet again I chug it all. "It's going to be a long night."

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We only had 30 minutes left, and Singleton wasn't falling for my tricks. I slam the table and only Miaddic jumps out of surprise. "GODDAMMIT, THIS PIECE OF SHIT AIN'T HELPING!" My screams couldn't be heard from the amount of people in the room. He's been occasionally staring at me with a filthy smirk on his face permanently. "You know what, I'm goin' in. Time for plan B." I gave Ariana a look and she handed me a bag. I gave Yoshua a glare and began to walk to the bar. "Ey kid, I need you to put this whenever Singleton orders a drink. Put it on whatever he gets." The bartender nodded. "I mean now kid, do it now." I gave him a desperate look. The bartender bowed and walked towards Singleton. I could hear from a distance the bartender was asking if they needed his service. 'Please work' was the only thing going through my head. I was so stuck in my own thoughts until the same bartender called me. "You do it?" I stared at him. "Yes, ma'am. Would you like anything else?" He gave me a sincere smile. "Do you guys sell mezcal?" The bartender nodded. "Well give me a few shots of mezcal." He prepared those and immediately gave them to me. I thanked him and I drank all in one sitting. As I was walking back towards my table, I noticed my temperature became higher by the second. "Shit..." I muttered under my breath. 'How could I be so foolish, he definitely put his own shit in here'