We belong together [Rewriting]

Chapter 18

Harry Styles

Sometimes Salvador can be a pain in the ass. Like fucking serious.

He's one hot headed motherfucker that doesn't know shit and if it went for me this whole cartel would've burnt to the ground.

I'm more of the boss than he'll ever be. He's just a damn front.

"Just listen damnit. I have this under control. I have a man inside. In fact I have men inside. They won't condensate anything." I tried explaining to him over the phone.

I've been on the phone for the past hour trying to convince the ol might 'I don't know shit' that everything will be fine.

"You said it yourself. We have enough merch to last us at least half a month. The shipment will only be delayed for a week. Today is a no can do." He argued back like he fucking knew what he was talking about.

No can do my ass. I looked at the traffic below to try and calm myself.

"We might have merch but the New York teritorry doesn't have." I hissed trying to make him understand.

"I get that but it's not up to me." He told me and I frowned.

"You're the fucking boss Salvador. You pull all the fucking strings." I told him as a matter of fact because it seems like he forgets his duty.

The boss my ass. He really will shorten my lifespan I swear.

"Sorry to disappoint you kid but there's a higher power at work here. I may be your boss but there's someone higher than me." He tried explaining.

It's not that I wasn't hearing him. I was but I didn't understand one thing.

"I get what you mean about the merch but he said to hold all shipments and I really tried talking him out of it but he doesn't want that." He continued and my ears kept ringing.

"Woah! Back the fuck up. What... Who the fuck are you talking about and what higher power? What the fuck is going on Salvador?" I sneered at him.

If I was getting that correctly it basically mean that there's someone else in charge. Someone in charge of Salvador.

Salvador Casias answers to someone.

What pissed me most is that I'm now hearing  about this. Now. And how fucking long has it been going.

"Sorry kid I didn't tell you face to face but it is what it is." He said and I could even feel him shrug over the phone like it was no big fucking deal when I was loosing it.

"How long?" I asked seething.

"Kid let it go. He isn't even involved that much." He tried calming me down but I was furious.

"I said how long Salvador." I said through greeted teeth.

My jaw was clenched and I think he could hear my teeth slicing against one another.

"The day you left New York. How did you think we found you. We didn't track you down and it wasn't dump luck either. He told us where to find you." He explained and as if it was possible I got more furious with him.