girl would be in Mexico and I wouldn't know? Was he that stupid? I asked him, but all he did was stare at me. Did he know she was coming? I asked that and he remained silent.
“Answer me,” I yelled at him.
“Fuck you,” was his response.
“You knew and you let her come?” What the fuck was he thinking bringing her here?
“Fuck. You.”
That was it, I was done talking. I sprung forward, throwing my fist out. I felt it connect to his face. He only hesitated a moment before landing a jab to my eye. Fucker. I was done holding back. I was ready to unleash the monster on him when I felt Elle's presence. She stood between us, unfazed by the violence that had taken place, and the fact that we were about to take it to the next level.
“You two need to fuckin’ get it together cuz it’s answer time. José, sit.” I smiled at her take charge attitude. How many times could a man fall in love with the same woman?
She pulled a chair out of the closet and her eyes softened for me. The hard look she'd given José was gone, love replacing it. "Please." She might as well of had a whip, because one look in her eyes and I would do anything she asked.
“Now, who wants to start? Cuz I’m done being in the dark. Both of you act like I’m in danger. Well, I’m not a princess in a tower. Tell me what the fuck I’m in danger of.”
José wasn't making any moves to start talking, so I guess it was on me. I laid out the plan, the one I'd alluded to in her presence, but never outlined in detail. I told her about Burns, the Zetas, and our reallocation of the drugs in Missouri to another handler, the Delmarco family.
When I was done, she asked, “And what does José have to do with this?”
“He’s my connection to the other organization.”
She turned to José. “Your turn.”
“Tell her?” he asked me.
“Might as well." As far into this as she was, it was better for her to know everything now. She was right, I couldn't keep her in the dark anymore.
“Right fucking here. You talk about me again like I’m not in the room, and you’ll regret that knife you encouraged Fernie to give me.” That's my girl.
José outlined his connection to Ernesto Delmarco. This I knew. When Elle asked why his last name wasn't Delmarco, it occurred to me for the first time that it didn't make sense. I was so caught up in my own shit that I never put that together. Leave it to Elle, though.
He told us the story of his family originally being from Sinaloa, and suddenly the men that had tailed Dig and I in the bar started to make sense. Jorge had said that the Zetas always had eyes on the Sinaloan cartel, even when nothing was popping off. It was routine. It made sense that they'd be doing the same with the Zetas, and I assumed a bunch of Americans on motorcycles mustn't have gotten past them. Fuck. This was not good, not good at all.
“Elle—” I spoke up to inform her of my revelation, but she cut me off, pacing back and forth with her fingers tapping closed lips.
“You’ll have to kill more than just Burns to clean up the MC, right?” She asked.
“There are plenty of brothers who have wanted to get rid of Burns. Even ones who were initially on board have turned against him over time. All he wants is money, and he’s willing to give the lives of fellow brothers to get it.”
“Why didn’t they just do it then?” was her next question. One I hated answering.
“They were waiting on me."
“Why you?”
Fuck, how did I answer that? Dig knew I'd become Burns middle man, and if I wasn't on board with his plan, he'd be forced to kill me. Even knowing I hated what I'd become, he couldn't kill me. Sometimes I'd wished he did so I could be put out of my misery. Dig was an honorable man and instead waited on me, somehow convinced I'd change my mind and get on board at some point. He had no idea how right he'd be. My silence told Elle I wasn't sharing any of this in front of fuck face.
“So did the Zetas agree?” She asked. I
“Answer me,” I yelled at him.
“Fuck you,” was his response.
“You knew and you let her come?” What the fuck was he thinking bringing her here?
“Fuck. You.”
That was it, I was done talking. I sprung forward, throwing my fist out. I felt it connect to his face. He only hesitated a moment before landing a jab to my eye. Fucker. I was done holding back. I was ready to unleash the monster on him when I felt Elle's presence. She stood between us, unfazed by the violence that had taken place, and the fact that we were about to take it to the next level.
“You two need to fuckin’ get it together cuz it’s answer time. José, sit.” I smiled at her take charge attitude. How many times could a man fall in love with the same woman?
She pulled a chair out of the closet and her eyes softened for me. The hard look she'd given José was gone, love replacing it. "Please." She might as well of had a whip, because one look in her eyes and I would do anything she asked.
“Now, who wants to start? Cuz I’m done being in the dark. Both of you act like I’m in danger. Well, I’m not a princess in a tower. Tell me what the fuck I’m in danger of.”
José wasn't making any moves to start talking, so I guess it was on me. I laid out the plan, the one I'd alluded to in her presence, but never outlined in detail. I told her about Burns, the Zetas, and our reallocation of the drugs in Missouri to another handler, the Delmarco family.
When I was done, she asked, “And what does José have to do with this?”
“He’s my connection to the other organization.”
She turned to José. “Your turn.”
“Tell her?” he asked me.
“Might as well." As far into this as she was, it was better for her to know everything now. She was right, I couldn't keep her in the dark anymore.
“Right fucking here. You talk about me again like I’m not in the room, and you’ll regret that knife you encouraged Fernie to give me.” That's my girl.
José outlined his connection to Ernesto Delmarco. This I knew. When Elle asked why his last name wasn't Delmarco, it occurred to me for the first time that it didn't make sense. I was so caught up in my own shit that I never put that together. Leave it to Elle, though.
He told us the story of his family originally being from Sinaloa, and suddenly the men that had tailed Dig and I in the bar started to make sense. Jorge had said that the Zetas always had eyes on the Sinaloan cartel, even when nothing was popping off. It was routine. It made sense that they'd be doing the same with the Zetas, and I assumed a bunch of Americans on motorcycles mustn't have gotten past them. Fuck. This was not good, not good at all.
“Elle—” I spoke up to inform her of my revelation, but she cut me off, pacing back and forth with her fingers tapping closed lips.
“You’ll have to kill more than just Burns to clean up the MC, right?” She asked.
“There are plenty of brothers who have wanted to get rid of Burns. Even ones who were initially on board have turned against him over time. All he wants is money, and he’s willing to give the lives of fellow brothers to get it.”
“Why didn’t they just do it then?” was her next question. One I hated answering.
“They were waiting on me."
“Why you?”
Fuck, how did I answer that? Dig knew I'd become Burns middle man, and if I wasn't on board with his plan, he'd be forced to kill me. Even knowing I hated what I'd become, he couldn't kill me. Sometimes I'd wished he did so I could be put out of my misery. Dig was an honorable man and instead waited on me, somehow convinced I'd change my mind and get on board at some point. He had no idea how right he'd be. My silence told Elle I wasn't sharing any of this in front of fuck face.
“So did the Zetas agree?” She asked. I
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