there are four different scenes in this chapter. also if it's in italics it's a dream or a thought.

so here ya go, chapter 3. enjoy~


"Carlos, are you sure you want to do this? This business isn't something to play with, and the last thing I want to do is see my little brother killed or in jail" Carlos let out a breath, looking up at his brother.
"What's so hard about selling? You stand there, trade drug for money, and make sure not to get caught, I think I know what to do Manuel" Manuel rolled his eyes, moving over closer to Carlos.
"Listen, Yes I get it, Logan doesn't want you, big fucking whoop. Stop feeling sorry for yourself." Carlos's gaze lowered, that feeling in his chest coming back again. "And as for dealing not being hard, well guess what. It is, if you don't take it seriously you will end up dead or in jail."

"So. It already feels like I am, so don't give me that bullshit, you don't know how it feels to love anyone. And to answer your question, Yes, I want to deal, so give me my shit and let me start working." Carlos slammed his fist on the couch. Manuel got up, walking over to his desk, opening the drawer and pulling out three small wallets. Carlos got up, reaching out for the wallets, annoyance showing on his face.

"And listen punk, Not only am I your boss now, I'm also your big brother, and I won't hesitate you beat your ass." Carlos smiled weakly, grabbing the wallets.


6 years later….

Carlos stood in the same corner as he always did, every single night. He always thought to himself, why selling drugs was his only distraction. There was always, sports, or a real job, or a boyfriend. A boyfriend… He had one of those. His heart ached every time he thought of Logan. But then anger would wash over him. They had made a promise with each other. He thought that Logan loved him. Logan was his first, he had given all that he could give that night in the forest.

Carlos was ripped out of his thoughts when the sound of gun shots rang thru night air. He threw himself on the ground, reaching for the small pistol. A large black suv zoomed past him, followed by a black Cadillac that was known for being property of his brother. His breath hitched, Carlos got up to his feet, running down the street in the direction of the cars. When he reached the end of the block he stopped, peeping around the corner. There stood a man, dark red jacket, smirking. Manuel stood in front of him, hands in the air. Carlos wanted to scream, or to do something, but the sudden panic glued him in place. The man in the dark red jacket lifted his hand, showing a somewhat larger pistol. He was a dealer, all dealers had those kinds of guns, at least the rival ones. The man stepped closer to Manuel, whispering something that Carlos couldn't hear. And within seconds, more shots were heard, and all Carlos saw was his big brother hitting the ground. Carlos's eyes widened, he tried to scream, but nothing came out. The man in the red jacket turned around running to the car and driving off.


"how does it feel Carlos, to know that this entire business is yours now" Carlos looked up at the chubby, bald man infront of him. Eduardo was his name, his brother's right arm. His mind going back to that night, that damn night, that ripped his brother away from him.
"Manuel should be here, not me" Eduardo, sat down next to Carlos, patting him on the back.

"Yes, but unfortunately he can't. But he left the next best man in charge. Carlos you are a millionaire now. You can fuck all the bitches, smoke all the blunts, throw all the parties, have the largest home, all the cars. You can do whatever the fuck you want and get away with it" Carlos smiled. Eduardo, always trying to be so damn optimistic.

His smile faltered, remembering the last thing Logan had told him.
"It's wrong… for two men to be together. My mother would never approve of it, and besides… she would never approve of someone poor."Carlos cringed.

"Eduardo. Can you do me a favor?" Eduardo, nodded.
"What do you want boss?" Carlos smirked at the new title. That was going to take some getting used to.
"Can you find me where Logan Mitchell lives?" Eduardo quirked his eyebrow, never hearing that name before in his life, but instead nodded his head anyways and walked out of the small study. Carlos's heart throbbed, thinking to himself that he was crazy to try to look for Logan now, after 6 years. Hell Logan was married and probably had kids, but nothing was going to stop Carlos from having Logan to himself.

"Together forever" he whispered to himself. "Together. forever…"


"Logan!" Carlos ran towards him, that beautiful smile adorning his face. Logan's stomach turned at the thought of ever seen that face sad or hurt. It would kill him. Carlos stood in front of Logan pulling him into a kiss, his lips moving slow against Logan's, but he couldn't find the strength to kiss him back. Carlos stopped, quirking his eyebrow. "Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" Logan's felt the tears welling up. Carlos could never do anything wrong, he was just perfect. Logan took a deep breath.
"Carlos… we can't be together anymore." His heart throbbed, he wanted to take it back… but he couldn't. Carlos's looked at Logan, searching for any since of playfulness, maybe it was just a joke. But Logan's demeanor was completely stone cold.
"You can't be serious. Logan, but just the other night you said you wanted to be with me. Was it something I did? Do you regret sleeping with me?" Logan shook his head. His gazing burn holes into the ground, not daring to look Carlos in the face.
"It's wrong… for two men to be together. My mother would never approve of it, and besides… she would never approve of someone poor." Carlos shook his head vigorously. Logan couldn't be serious.
"Logan, this isn't funny. You can't say that. We love each other. We made a promise. Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

Logan sat up in bed, tears threatening to fell. Why did he always have that dream? It's been 6 years since that moment, why can't he just forget about it? It's because Carlos was… and still is the love of his life. Logan looks to his left, watching his wife sleep so peacefully. He curses under his breath, loathing her for being so happy, while he has to go around living life miserably. He gets up from his bed, grabbing a pair of pants and putting them up. He walks down the stairs to the first floor of his home.

Logan Mitchell, millionaire, Well, to be fair his wife is. She inherited all her father's millions when he passed away. Sara, being the sweet person that she is, put the money under Logan's name. Logan frowned. Yes, he was rich, married to a woman, his mother was happy, but he sure as hell wasn't.

He walked out of the house, walking towards the lawn to get the morning paper. He turned to look around at the neighborhood. Quiet, filled with rich elders, large houses littered the block, some bigger than others. He noticed a moving truck in front of the house across the street. The home was huge, Large glass windows adorned the home. He glanced at his wrist watch. 8 Am. Who would be moving at 8am? Logan watched as a black Cadillac pulled into the drive of the house. A large, bald man got out of the passenger seat, immediately walking over to the movers. Logan waited for the driver to come, curiosity getting the best of him. Logan walked toward the gate, pretending to get the mail, but his eyes stayed locked on the Cadillac. The driver's door slowly opened, and a man who looked latino, got out. Logan stared at the broad shouldered man. He wore a tank top, which shown his large biceps. Logan felt like he was drooling, he was definitely still gay. He desperately wanted to see the man's face. His licked his dry lips in anticipation. The latino slowly turned around, admiring the neighborhood, his eyes soon fell on Logan. Logan's eyes widened as he felt his heart stop completely.

"Carlos….."