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Chapter 2

Living with two emotions is easy, but controlling them is much more difficult than others make it seem to be.

I felt cold water get poured on me, waking me out of my deep sleep. Immediately, I felt an intense wave anger run through me. All I could think of was my desire to rip my mentor's throat out. This dude should know much better than to do shit like this. The first time he did it, when I was about 16, I spun around and punched him in the jaw. Best believe I broke it too. I just wasn't expecting for him to hit me right back. Although Dexter looked like a big teddy bear on the outside, he was tough as nails on the inside.

"It's late, Sonic. You slept in for a lot longer than I had expected. We have to get going soon," I heard Dexter's annoyingly cheery voice say. I groaned and picked my head up slightly to look at the digital clock on my nightstand. I groaned again when I realized it was way past noon. I had lost track of time the night before while I was exploring the beach and got home pretty late. Plus, I didn't go to sleep right away. I played video games for another hour or two and then went to bed.

"Give me five more minutes," I murmured as I let my head drop back against the pillow.

"I got another bucket of ice water calling your name if you fall asleep again."

"I hear my fist calling your name if you put that shit on me," I muttered into my pillow.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I replied, reluctantly sitting up. I hated when Dexter woke me up like this and treated me as if I was a teenager again. I was 21 now and old enough to schedule my time accordingly. I would have gotten up…eventually. "Where are we going," I asked as I rubbed at my eyes. I also let out a long yawn. Damn, someone should remind me to not pull all-nighters while on missions.

"We have to get acquainted with the enemy. Castillo is throwing a house party and-"

"During the day time?"

"It's a casual celebration, Sonic. Besides he's almost hitting 40, I doubt he has time to try to run with the crowd around your age." He handed me a protein bar before continuing. "As far as Castillo and the rest of his section knows: we are family of friends of another part of the Cartel."

"So basically they think that we're one of them," I asked with my mouth full. Dexter frowned at me causing me to smirk. Whenever he woke me up and used ice water, I would piss him off by going against simple things like manners.

"Yes. We're already in with them. Now, all we have to do is get close enough that they trust us. That's when we'll strike and get all the other information that we need." I nodded, throwing the protein wrapper at my mentor. He caught it and plucked me in the head. "You, pain in my ass, go run a brush through your hair, throw some clothes and spray some cologne – you smell like sand. We're already fashionably late so just make yourself as presentable as you can."

"Okay, dad." I said as I rolled my eyes. I did get up and do what I was told though but I added in a quick shower. I threw on a casual black polo shirt that hugged my muscular torso, jeans and a pair of high tops. Dexter was waiting for me at the door, swinging his keys idly. "Ready to go?" Dexter looked to me and smiled gently. I tilted my head at him. He had seemed sad before I had addressed him. Hopefully everything was alright. "You okay," I asked.

"Yes, Sonic, everything's fine. You look good."

"Thanks." Dexter patted me on the shoulder as I headed out the door before him. "Can I drive?"

"No," he said simply as he wacked me in the back of my head playfully. I hopped over the door into the passenger seat and strapped myself in. Once Dexter got into the car, we were finally on our way. He tended to drive fast so I knew we would be getting to our destination in no time.

"So, we're going to a party right," I asked, watching as the sunny Mexican city passed me by.

"Yes. One where I want you to have fun." I scoffed.

"How do you suppose that I have fun when I'm surrounded by the enemy?"

"Look, we know who we're after. Castillo is our only target. Everyone else doesn't have to get hurt unless it's necessary."

"As if I could get attached to anyone anyway," I said lowly. I saw Dexter frown from the corner of my eye. He hated being reminded of my emotional condition. I don't know it was because he knew how I got this way and felt bad or if it was because he couldn't do anything to help. Better yet, maybe it's just a combination of both. I knew that he would change the way I was if he could but there wasn't anything anyone could do. I remember when the doctors first told Dexter that I was a sociopath or a psychopath – also told him to pick his choice of term – he had shed a few tears. I only stared at him. I didn't understand what was wrong with him but then again, I would never understand how it felt to cry or feel sad.

We pulled up to a large white mansion that lay right on the beach, isolated away from the rest of the neighborhood. Loud Mexican music boomed from the inside and people were dancing out on the patios. Obviously, we were in the right place. I followed Dexter as he got out the car and made his way to the front door. As soon as we walked into the house, dancing bodies swarmed us. Most of them were bikini girls who looked at me with interest, the ones closest to me rubbing themselves against my body. I smirked at them, watching as their flexible hips swung sensually to the fast beat. Now, I may not have feelings but I am still a man. If I see a hot girl trying to shake it for me then you're damn straight I will take advantage of it.

I raised an eyebrow as one of the girls in the room weaved through the crowd to come over, her eyes strictly on me. She was a red haired beauty with bright blue eyes, tanned skin, a small waist, big hips, thick legs, and perky breasts. She was also very attractive in the face with her wavy hair framing her tight cheekbones, plump red lips and wide eyes. She was only clothed in a white bikini top and jean booty shorts with white stilettos. "Hola," she said seductively when she reached me. She wrapped her hand around my waist and grabbed one of the belt hoops to pull me close against her. "Mi nombre es Sally, ¿cuál es tu nombre guapo?" Her accent was thick but it was so sexy.

"Me llamo Sonic. Mucho gusto, bonita señorita," I replied, letting my own accent show. She smiled wider, showing bright white teeth.

"You speak English too, hot stuff?"

"Depends who's asking." Sally's smile kept growing at me.

"I know who you are. You're Castillo's new acquaintances. He's expecting you. Follow me. I'll take you to him." She began to walk away, her hand intertwined with mine. I tapped Dexter and motioned for him to follow. He was looking around with a lost look on his face. Since there were mostly young people everywhere, I could see why he would feel so out of place. Parties were never really his scene anyway. Sally suddenly stopped, causing me to bump into her. She looked back at me with a sly smirk. "But only if your promise to save me a dance." I nodded.

"How could I resist a dance with a beautiful chica like you?" Sally laughed and shook her head. She continued to walk though. As we walked, I studied my surroundings cautiously. Just because these people thought we were in with them didn't mean that they wouldn't try anything. There was a lot of alcohol and drugs in here which didn't exactly mix well with gang members. Even if someone isn't a part of the altercation, there's still a chance a bullet will fly their way. Besides, most gangs never trusted newcomers anyway. We hadn't earned their trust or respect. I wouldn't be surprised if they had someone watching us in here waiting to shoot if anything went wrong. Luckily, the party seemed to be carefree. Sure, I did see a couple silver flashes of guns and knives but that was normal. You can't just enter a gang party unprotected unless you're asking to be killed. I looked to Sally as she ran her hand down my chest. Hell, even she had a small gun hooked into her tight booty shorts. These people weren't forces to be reckoned with. She smiled charmingly at me, her blue topaz eyes sparkling with lust. I returned the smile and gave her hand a squeeze.

Even though I absolutely despised the thought of affection and everything that goes with it, I did enjoy playing games. Sounds very immoral, I know. Dexter had tried to teach me not to be that guy who played with girls hearts but I had a different way of seeing things. I would be faking feelings either way and the girl would still end up hurt. At least with the game, it was easier to get away with it and not be pitied. A girl wouldn't understand if I told her that I was faking feelings not to hurt her. She would still hate me and honestly, I would rather be hated for being an asshole rather than be hated for trying to be something I wasn't. I didn't think I was going to have a problem with Sally though. It was obvious that she only wanted one thing which meant she would also be easier to get rid of. I guess I could keep her around for a little while.

We finally reached a large study on the top floor of the mansion that actually looked pretty normal. The room was furnished with a desk, a bookshelf filled with books about running an at-home business, paperwork, briefcases, and chairs, carpeted floor, small paintings and even a small TV on one of the walls. It was almost as if Castillo was actually running a normal business. Then again, I guess big drug deals can be categorized as normal if you're in the criminal life. It's basically the same anyway. Just counting the inventory, how much goes in and out, payment of the workers, selling of the supplies and everything else that goes with all that stuff. All of the information written would look the same too. That means that if the cops ever searched his study, they would find nothing but paperwork on simple things which wasn't enough to convict him of anything. I did another look around the room, noticing the man we were seeking wasn't in there. Instead there was a short, curvy girl with light caramel colored skin, curly pink hair that fell just below her shoulders, almond shaped eyes that held deep jade green irises and glossy plump lips, leaning against a drawer. She was dressed more conservatively than Brielle, barely showing anything in her fitted V-neck tee shirt, shorts and converses. I felt myself freeze at the sight of her. A strange tingly feeling filled the bottom of my stomach. I didn't know why but I did know that I didn't like it.

"Where the hell is Castillo," Sally asked, glaring at the other girl. She glanced at Sally before shrugging.

"He went downstairs to enjoy the party or to get a drink – something like that. I wasn't really listening," the other girl replied, her voice like music to my ears. She didn't speak with an Hispanic accent which surprised me assuming that she grew up here. I mean sure, she didn't look Hispanic but I wasn't expecting a New Jersey/Pennsylvania accent from her. Sally raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you in here anyway?"

"Because I don't feel like being harassed by drunken idiots," she answered simply, looking back to her phone. Her manicured fingers went back to moving against the screen. Her hands were so tiny but she had long fingers with painted nails. They also looked pretty soft. Dammit, why am I thinking this? I don't even know this girl and she's already got me fucked up. She looked up again, this time her eyes going between Dexter and I. Her jade eyes lingered on me for a second before looking back to Sally. "You know, I don't think Daddy would appreciate you having a threesome on his brand new desk." Sally glared harder at the girl. Aw shit, looks like I might have a catfight on my hands. Thank goodness, a man walked in with a cigar in his mouth before Sally could reply back – or jump on the girl. The man was very tall and muscular with heavily tanned skin, various tattoos, short cut blue hair, odd green eyes that I thought looked similar to mine and a mouth full of white teeth that showed as he smiled – the cigar between them. He also wasn't a bad looking guy. I could see now why he was also known to be a bit of a pimp – and an unfaithful husband.

"Chicas ponen las garras de distancia, hay invitados en la habitación," he said to the girls with a deep, heavily accented voice. To others his voice would be intimidating but he didn't scare me. Instead, I almost felt as if I had heard it before. He threw a candy bar at the unknown girl who caught it easily.

"Good looking out," she said, shooting a friendly smile at him. The man nodded before looking to Dexter and I. I saw his mouth twitch slightly and his eyes flashed at the sight of me. At least I wasn't the only one who felt weird. This man looked very familiar. He smiled at us though, quickly shaking off whatever feeling he had.

"Hola, mis amigos! I am glad you guys made it. I see you have already met my two favorite girls." Sally rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath as she moved away from me to go back downstairs. She slammed the study door behind her. Castillo shook his head as he chuckled lightly. "Lo siento, my step-daughter can be a handful at times." The un-named girl across the room scoffed.

"Handful? Try nightmare," she said as she shook her head. I looked to her, a small smirk coming upon my lips. I was starting to like her. Not because she was beautiful but because she was amusing in a sarcastic way. I always found that attractive in a girl. She noticed my attention on her and raised a suspicious eyebrow at me. The man moved forward, continuing to speak to us.

"I am very happy that you two decided to benefit your assistance to our section. We are very grateful for your interest and the help you will give to us." Dexter shook his head.

"It is our pleasure to be working with you." Castillo smiled after taking a buff of his cigar, the smoke looming out from his mouth. He shook hands with Dexter before moving on to me. I forced a smile at him as we shook hands. Castillo looked me up and down.

"Sonic, correct," he asked.

"Yes sir." He nodded, taking a puff.

"We could use someone like you." He glanced at the unknown girl who was contently eating the Snickers bar he had thrown to her. "This is Amy," he motioned to her, causing her to look up in confusion, "the daughter of a friend who recently went rogue. She's staying here with me for a while – for protection of course. She's a good worker for us. Sonic, I suggest you get well acquainted with her because you two will be working together – a lot." Castillo turned his eyes back to my mentor. "We should get down to business." He turned around to look at Amy. "Dear, do you mind taking Sonic downstairs and show him a good time?"

"Do I look like a whore to you?" Castillo sighed.

"Right. I forgot to tell them about your smart mouth." Amy rolled her eyes.

"Bite me. Come on, pretty boy," she said as she walked past me. I followed her out the study, closing the door softly behind me. "Okay so there are kegs in the kitchen and half-naked girls everywhere if you want to keep yourself entertained." She made a move to walk away but I lightly put my hand on her arm. Damn, her skin was soft.

"Where are you going," I asked her.

"Why do you care," she retorted back, shaking my hand off her arm. I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, Castillo did tell me to get well acquainted with you since it seems like we're going to be partners for a while." She rolled her eyes but shrugged.

"Anywhere but here. I'm not much of a party girl – or a people person. So, I think I'm going to go to the beach until everyone leaves. Oh and you're not invited." She sent me a faked smile before turning around and walking down the hall. It was strange. Fuck it, she was strange. Usually girls would kill to have alone time with me. But not her. It seemed like she couldn't get away from me and I had barely spoken to her. That was actually pretty intriguing to me. Suddenly, the want of a chase filled me. She wouldn't be able to run for long. I wanted her. She was going to be mine whether she liked it or not. I felt a slender arm wrap around my torso, snapping me out of my gaze of Amy's small retreating figure. Soft lips met my ear as a familiar female voice spoke.

"Ready for that dance?"

Sorry if some names are different, I'm writing two versions of this story and I have to switch things out when I upload it onto here so if you see any mistakes feel free to let me know.

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