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12:23PM Romero Brothers Scrap Yard
𝐌𝐈𝐀 watched from the office space as Alvarez and a few of his men rode into the scrapyard, clearly having a reasoning to be stopping by. She knew Bishop was in but after last night's attack on the shipment, Mia feared something bad was going to go down.
"Hey, Chucky." She let go of the blind and turned her head around to face the short man, who only smiled beamingly at her. "I need to go." She told him but Chucky declined. "Oh no, I-I can't let you go, Angel's order. He's on his way back."
Mia shut her eyes out of annoyance and took in a deep breath, holding herself back from releasing her built up emotion and frustration.
After last nights border run gone wrong and Creeper being injured, the crew had pinned Mia to assist Creeper for a while before shipping him off to a local doctor friend and ever since then she hasn't seen Creeper.
Chucky looked at her, smiling still as he hopped onto the chair. "How was Creeper?" He questioned out of curiosity which caused Mia to shoot him a furrowed look, "How do you think he was, Chucky? He was in pain."
Both fell into a silence yet again, Mia turning her attention towards the window while Chucky decided to do some paperwork for the company.
She pulled out her iPhone and tapped on the Messages tab and then scrolled through the first few until she landed onto Diego Dàvalos. She hadn't opened his message since it had been sent this morning at eight am.
She smiled down at the screen like a school girl as she read the text that the young man had sent her. "Hey Chucky?" She quizzed but didn't move her eyes off her phone's screen. "Yep." He replied back. "I'm gonna step outside, make a phone call to my boss." She lied ━━ but she didn't care. She hopped off the seat and walked out the office space after earning a nod of approval from Chucky.
Once Mia was outside she wondered over towards a old car that was clearly here to be demolished and leaned her lower back against the metal. She clicked Diego's ID and rang him, putting the phone to her ear. She began to bite down on her lower lip anxiously as she awaited for him to answer.
"Princesa, bout' time don't you think?" Diego had answered through the other line, bringing a smile onto Mia's face as she knew he was definitely smirking on the other side. "Mm, I know." She hummed softly.
