Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
DELANEY
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Today was my eighteenth birthday.
I was finally eighteen. We'd go celebrate in a club. Alex has already prepared the fake IDs. Savannah was still in the shower. I was already in my dress, doing the final touches on my makeup.
Sighing, I looked at my phone on the bedside table when it rang. It was my mother, I picked up the phone and declined the call. The beef was still ongoing — I didn't return home after the dinner fight.
I was about to put the phone back on the bedside table when it rang again. Mom called again. And I declined the call again.
Then, she called again. I frowned. She has always called twice a day since I left the house with an argument, but never in a row.
Hesitantly, I declined it, but she called again. Now I got a bad feeling. Did something happen? I decided to take the call to ease my mind.
"Mom, I am not coming back home, forget it," I answered her call. "Delaney?" Her voice was trembling. Now I got worried ."What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"There are men in our house — asking for you," she informed me and I frantically got up from the bed. "Who is asking for me?" I asked back it. I froze.
He came for me ...
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I am in the middle of the forest.
A gun in my hand, I aim it at the marked spot on the tree. I pull the trigger and hit my target.
We are dealing with a lot of dangerous people, and protection is important. The best way to protect myself in the drug business is with a gun.
We sell and pocket. We take and don't give back. We are acting greedy. Soon, they will get greedy for our blood and come for us.
Now, we have to be prepared for the worst. And I want to be prepared this time. I want to be able to protect myself.
However, two hundred thousand dollars are raised from the fights and drugs. That might be a bounty. We will find out today if it is enough or not.
I am waiting for Alex to come and pick me up. He arrives right on time, as we agreed. My bullets are almost all spent, and I am getting bored.
He told me on the phone yesterday that he managed to arrange a bounty hunter for me. His name is Diego Flores. Now we have an appointment with him.
"We are so fucked!" he says frantically, getting out of the car. I frown, lowering the gun in my hands. "What's wrong?" I ask, confused.
"Despacito woke up from his deep slumber. He is coming for us, and we only have two options!"
"Which are?" I cock my head.
"Give him the money back and apologize sincerely for taking a bigger piece of the cake, or run away with the money and hope he will not catch us before he kills us!"
"The latter one," I nod.
"What?" He gasps. "Are you delusional? Why am I even asking, of course you are, but I am not! And I don't want to die! We have to give him his money back!"
I shake my head, pulling him closer by the hem of his shirt. "No!"
"Delaney, this one is more dangerous than Alvaro! What Alvaro did to you will look like a bee sting compared to what Esposito has in store for us!"