"Ready to go?" I asked Eduardo walking up to him. He looked at me with
confused eyes for a while, but then finally understood. I wouldn't blame
him for being confused. I looked different. I had on a black wig that was
shoulder length and curly. I had in brown contacts, but was still wearing
my blood red lipstick. I was wearing a red top that was strapless and
backless. It showed off my flat stomach. The only ting keeping it on was a
thin string tied at my back. I was wearing a matching red skirt that was
long, and had slits that went dangerously high. I had my usual spike-heeled
boots on. I even had a cute matching purse. I had 2 knives in each boot,
and I had a gun in a holster around my thigh. It was just barely out of
sight thanks to the skirt. If the slits had been any higher someone would
have seen the holster. I also had a switchblade in my purse. The red stood
out starkly against my pale skin. It made me look exotic. If only Kenshin
could see me now. He might get a nosebleed.
"Senorita, you look amazing." Eduardo smiled, "Here I thought you were a blonde."
"Whatever Eduardo, let's go." I said. He showed me to his car, and opened the door for me. I stepped in, but kept my eyes on him the whole time. He moved swiftly to his side of the car, and started up the engine. We drove in silence for five minutes. It was utterly boring. I began to study him. Like there was anything else left to do. His long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the back of his head. His chocolate brown eyes were trained on the road. His usually smiling face was now calm and blank. He had a strong jaw and a fairly large nose, if it was any bigger it would have been a sever turn off. I noticed that his body was very muscular by the way the black silk shirt clung to his upper body. His pants were somewhat loose, not baggy, but not tight. He had good taste in clothes. I know earlier I said he wasn't the Brad Pitt of the Spanish community, but now I was beginning to change my opinion. 4 years, and I just noticed how handsome he was. Damn.
"You like what you see?" He said suddenly.
"So you can speak?" I said transferring my attention to the window.
"Ah Senorita, you are no fun." He smiled.
"Sorry to disappoint you." I mumbled. I liked him better when he didn't talk.
"We need to speak on some things before we arrive a la fiesta." (at the party)
"What?"
"Ud. necesita un nombre, Senorita." (You need a name, Miss.)
"Christine."
"You do not look like a Christine. May I suggest, Laura."
"No."
"Senorita, listen to my suggestion por favor." (please)
"Fine. Anything else?"
"Yes." His smile widened, "No one will accept you into the party unless you act como mi novia." (like my girlfriend)
"Novia? I may know some spanish, but I don't know what a novia is."
"My girlfriend."
"WHAT!?!?!?" The fuck is he saying?
"Calm down, Senorita. It is the only way. We must be close to each other, after a while you may move away from me, but not until you are accepted. This is the anniversary de mi discoteca, so everyone coming will be my close friends. They will expect you to stay by me. You may wander as you like when everyone is too intoxicated to understand what is happening. Entiende?" (Understand?)
"Yeah, but don't you dare do anything too... you know what I mean." I was at a lose for words. It's not like I couldn't tell him not to touch me. That would be too suspicious if we were walking around not even touching. God damn it.
"Si senorita. I know what you mean." He laughed.
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"Senorita, do not look so tense." Eduardo breathed into my ear. His arm was around my waist, my bare skin, pulling me close to him. We were about to walk into the dance club. I was smiling, but it was obvious that I was uncomfortable. I struggled to relax against him. "I will not hurt you." He said lightly kissing my cheek.
"Don't kiss me." I smiled at him while saying it.
"Only a game Senorita. You have to play it correctly, or others will notice. If your identity is discovered I will be the one to pay. The people inside are not exactly law friendly." He said still smiling. Oddly enough it reminded me of Soujiro.
"Fine." I said trying to relax again. I pretended it was Kenshin's arm around me, and my body melted a bit.
"Mejor." (Better) Eduardo smiled pushing me up to the bouncer, who nodded at Eduardo while moving aside. "My name is Arturo." He whispered to me right before he opened the door. Once the door was open the music attacked my ears. Arturo? Eduardo isn't his real name? That was unexpected. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. The music flooded around me. It was fast paced Latin music. It looked like 250 people. We were in the large warehouse turned club. It was two floors. The first floor was a dance floor. The second floor was more of a balcony over looking the 1st floor. The second floor had two bars, and a lot of tables. So you could sit at a table, and look past the railing down to the dance floor. Eduardo, Arturo, whatever, took me to the second floor. Once there he took me to an employee's only door. Behind the door was stairs, which lead to a door. Up the stairs was Eduardo's office. The office had a large window that allowed for him to look out at the club. The windows were those two-way mirrors so that those outside could not see in.
"Your office is nice." I smile. I was impressed. The carpet was plush and black. The couches were black leather. He had a black desk that was well organized, and behind it was a black leather chair. He had black shelves with glass figures on them, and other authentic treasures. Don't forget the black coffee table. Wonder what his favorite color is.
"I am glad you like it." He said taking my hand and leading me to the window. I was going to pull my hand back, but he had dropped it already the moment we reached the window. "That is the VIP section." He said pointing to a roped off section. I recognized some celebrities, but no Big J.
"And where is Big J?" I said getting angry. Did he trick me into going on a date with him?
"He does not show up until midnight usually. You have an hour to wait." He said. There was a knock on the door all of a sudden. I jumped. He laughed. I scowled. He yelled for whomever it was to come in.
"Arturo! You're late." A Hispanic man walked in. Behind him were 3 girls, and 2 guys. The office was getting a bit cramped. It was an ok sized office, but still... 7 people?
"Lo Siento, Ale." Eduardo apologized.
"You're always late." I said smiling. Remembering how he always shows up late to meet me. I always thought it was his paranoia. Guess it was just him being him.
"Oh, you must be his date." Ale said walking up to me. He held my hand and kissed it gently, saying something in Spanish.
"Are you flirting with my date?" Eduardo, or I guess Arturo, said in a jokingly angry manner.
"Of course." Ale smiled. He backed up, and introduced the whole "Gang". "This is Emilia." He said pointing to a girl who was obviously not a natural brunette. Her lipstick was smeared a bit, but besides that she looked normal... ish. She was wearing a horrendously short black skirt, and a satin red bra. She had red boots that were similar to mine except hers went higher than mine. She was level height with me, so she was probably short without the shoes. "Hola." She said shyly. Who would have thought she was shy? "The guy in the blue is Roberto." Roberto didn't look Hispanic at all. He was blonde with light blue eyes. He was tall, muscular, handsome, and was smiling politely at me. He seemed nice. "I'm from Argentina. I know I don't look it." I couldn't even hear a Spanish accent. "This is Bryan." Ale said elbowing the shortest of the guys, who wasn't short at all. He had short spiky hair. His eyes were green, and seemed full of laughter. There was something about his facial expression that reminded me of Sano. "Hola Chica." He smiled. I noticed a slight smear of lipstick on his lips. So, I guess that means him and Emilia are together. "Unlike everybody else, I'm not Spanish, but I can speak it as well as anyone." He said putting his hands on Emilia's back massaging it. She seemed a bit nervous at first, as if they were doing something too intimate to be seen in front of everyone, but she relaxed after a while. "Last, but not least." Ale said, pulling the final woman into his arms. "I don't know who the hell she is, but ella esta muy bonita, verdad?" Ale laughed. (She is very pretty, right?)
"Ale, lead the woman outside." Arturo laughed, as the woman frowned, but she left in the end. "This is Laura." He introduced me.
"Wow, Arturo. You never bring anybody to meet us." Bryan said flopping on the couch, pulling a giggling Emilia into his lap. She was a lot less rigid.
"And?"
"And where'd you two meet, Bro?" Ale said sitting on the couch also. Bro? Ale was Arturo's brother? So Arturo is his real name?
"Una restaurante." He said, not expanding on it. I was leaning against the glass, and he was sitting on his desk. He seemed a bit distant with his friends, even though they talked to him warmly. Even though Arturo smiled he was so far away from everyone. Their conversation blurred in my head as I began to stare out of the window. I wasn't paying attention to the conversation. Arms wrapped around me out of nowhere, and I jumped. If my arms were free I would have reached for a weapon. It was careless of me to let my guard down. "It's only me." Arturo whispered, "Emilia asked you something. You didn't respond. Are you ok, Senorita?" He asked.
"You should call my Laura." I responded. I forced myself not to relax into his arms. He was just too warm.
"I would prefer not to call you a name that is not yours." He sounded so intelligent. Smooth. Not at all like the flirt I was used to. I was getting too attached to one of the bad guys. Damn it.
"Then do I call you Arturo?"
"You call me whatever you want to." He said pulling back. He turned back to his friends. Bryan was smiling at us, probably from the whole hugging scene. Ale's jaw was dropped. I wasn't quite sure why, I guess he had never seen his. brother. act so affectionately. I hope that was as affectionate as Arturo and I would get. No lip action allowed. Roberto just smiled politely. Emilia was smiling too, widely. She reminded me of Misao.
"I'm sorry, I got distracted." I was only being soft around Arturo because I had too. I was supposed to be his girlfriend. Right? Damn it.
"It's ok." Emilia smiled at me. She was now perfectly fine around me. Happy, bouncing, and Misao-like. "Puede bailar Laura?" (Can you dance Laura?)
"Yeah." I smiled. I needed something to take my attention away from my befuddled mind. Plus, Big J was probably here now. It was around 12:10; time for business.
"Then let's go." Arturo said grabbing hold of my hand gently. I tensed trying to stop relaxing near him. I was getting so confused by how my body reacted to him. Damn it. My head would start to pound if I kept thinking so hard. "Relax." He whispered in my ear, and dragged me out of the room with the others. The moment we were back on the second floor the music pounded at my ears again. Once on the bottom floor I started to sway my hips to the music; happy surprise flitted across Arturo's eyes. He didn't think I could dance. I flashed him a smile, and he smiled back warmly. One hand holding mine, the other slapping high fives, and shaking hands with various people in the crowd, but all the while his body moved to the rhythm of the music. I was searching the crowd, swiveling my hips, and smiling. Everyone was dancing. I was always amazed at how much rhythm Hispanics had. There were some people of other nationalities, but it was primarily Hispanic. I loved the music, and was really starting to get into dancing. Arturo pulled me closer to him. His arms wrapped around my body tightly. I tried to move away a little, but he was too strong. I may be an assassin, but I'm not super woman. His hips rocked against mine, and I tried to loosen up so no one would get suspicious. We were dancing, and some how moving through the crowd. We were like that for a while, and I was beginning to really have fun. The thought that I was having fun was not exactly comforting because I had not come here to have fun, but.
Before I knew it, it was 12:45 and I hadn't even seen Big J. I frowned at Arturo and pointed at my watch showing him that he was monopolizing my time. Arturo gave me a sheepish smile, and led me to the VIP section. However, when we got there Big J wasn't there. Arturo glared angrily at one of the two men guarding the entrance to the VIP. The guard shrank down somewhat. Arturo pointed upwards, and the man nodded. Arturo pulled me up to his office angrily.
"The fuck was that? Where was Big J?" Forgot to mention that I was angry too.
"I don't know. Lo siento, Senorita. I told Michael to make sure Big J didn't leave until 2. I told him to make up any excuse to keep Big J here. I can't believe they let him go!" Arturo bellowed. Why was he so angry? I had a reason to be angry, but him? My anger left me, and in its place was confusion. The hell was wrong with Arturo?
"Senor..." A small voice came from outside.
"Enter," Arturo said. His voice sounded like a growl.
"I'm really sorry. We tried to stop him, but it's hard to when they cannot hear you over the music. One of his bodyguards even held a gun to my head, so we let him pass. I'm sorry Sir." The person sounded really afraid. Why was he so scared of Arturo? Arturo was too much of a flirt to be dangerous... I think at least...
"Fine. We will discuss this further, later on." Arturo said roughly. Michael ran out the door.
"The hell is going on here?" I said still confused, but now frustrated. I had all these questions, but no answers. I don't like being kept in the dark.
"Nothing. I just lose my temper easily." He said calming down.
"Not just that; this whole damn thing. Your attitude has changed. Ever since we arrived here it's just been different. Not to mention that your name changed from Eduardo to Arturo. You're harsh on Michael over him messing up my plans, why? They're not your plans. Michael seemed like he wanted to cry, for God sakes! Why are you so angry? I don't get it! Did I miss something?" I threw my hands up in a frustrated gesture.
"Lo Siento. I didn't mean to confuse you, Senorita, but I am not the only one acting differently. You are no longer harsh, and tense towards me." He smiled. That fucking bastard smiled. Anger welled in me. Funny how quick I change emotions. In 3 seconds flat my knife was out and under his chin. I could slice his throat at any moment, and I would do it too. I was too frustrated to be fucked with at the moment.
"Don't play fucking games with me. What's going on Arturo?" I was frowning, but my eyes were blank. I was sick of all this bull shit.
"I'm sorry," He said quietly.
"That's all you ever say." I ground out.
"What's going on here?" I heard Ale say from behind me.
"Nothing." I said dropping my arm away from his neck. "I'm going home Arturo." I said. I turned, and there was his whole group of friends. They were all shocked. I didn't blame them. It isn't often some one holds a knife under your friends chin. I stuffed my knife into my boot, and walked out. Before this day I wouldn't have given a damn about that who Eduardo really was, but all of a sudden I was so confused, and all I wanted was to hear about what was happening so that I could have peace of mind. Plus, I could bet money that it had something to do with me. Not only am I confused, but I still haven't killed Big J, who might possibly know who my identity is somehow. Shit, shit, shit.
~~~Really Short Preview: I want his peace. I want his humbleness, his calmness, the security in his arms; I want...him?
"Senorita, you look amazing." Eduardo smiled, "Here I thought you were a blonde."
"Whatever Eduardo, let's go." I said. He showed me to his car, and opened the door for me. I stepped in, but kept my eyes on him the whole time. He moved swiftly to his side of the car, and started up the engine. We drove in silence for five minutes. It was utterly boring. I began to study him. Like there was anything else left to do. His long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the back of his head. His chocolate brown eyes were trained on the road. His usually smiling face was now calm and blank. He had a strong jaw and a fairly large nose, if it was any bigger it would have been a sever turn off. I noticed that his body was very muscular by the way the black silk shirt clung to his upper body. His pants were somewhat loose, not baggy, but not tight. He had good taste in clothes. I know earlier I said he wasn't the Brad Pitt of the Spanish community, but now I was beginning to change my opinion. 4 years, and I just noticed how handsome he was. Damn.
"You like what you see?" He said suddenly.
"So you can speak?" I said transferring my attention to the window.
"Ah Senorita, you are no fun." He smiled.
"Sorry to disappoint you." I mumbled. I liked him better when he didn't talk.
"We need to speak on some things before we arrive a la fiesta." (at the party)
"What?"
"Ud. necesita un nombre, Senorita." (You need a name, Miss.)
"Christine."
"You do not look like a Christine. May I suggest, Laura."
"No."
"Senorita, listen to my suggestion por favor." (please)
"Fine. Anything else?"
"Yes." His smile widened, "No one will accept you into the party unless you act como mi novia." (like my girlfriend)
"Novia? I may know some spanish, but I don't know what a novia is."
"My girlfriend."
"WHAT!?!?!?" The fuck is he saying?
"Calm down, Senorita. It is the only way. We must be close to each other, after a while you may move away from me, but not until you are accepted. This is the anniversary de mi discoteca, so everyone coming will be my close friends. They will expect you to stay by me. You may wander as you like when everyone is too intoxicated to understand what is happening. Entiende?" (Understand?)
"Yeah, but don't you dare do anything too... you know what I mean." I was at a lose for words. It's not like I couldn't tell him not to touch me. That would be too suspicious if we were walking around not even touching. God damn it.
"Si senorita. I know what you mean." He laughed.
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"Senorita, do not look so tense." Eduardo breathed into my ear. His arm was around my waist, my bare skin, pulling me close to him. We were about to walk into the dance club. I was smiling, but it was obvious that I was uncomfortable. I struggled to relax against him. "I will not hurt you." He said lightly kissing my cheek.
"Don't kiss me." I smiled at him while saying it.
"Only a game Senorita. You have to play it correctly, or others will notice. If your identity is discovered I will be the one to pay. The people inside are not exactly law friendly." He said still smiling. Oddly enough it reminded me of Soujiro.
"Fine." I said trying to relax again. I pretended it was Kenshin's arm around me, and my body melted a bit.
"Mejor." (Better) Eduardo smiled pushing me up to the bouncer, who nodded at Eduardo while moving aside. "My name is Arturo." He whispered to me right before he opened the door. Once the door was open the music attacked my ears. Arturo? Eduardo isn't his real name? That was unexpected. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. The music flooded around me. It was fast paced Latin music. It looked like 250 people. We were in the large warehouse turned club. It was two floors. The first floor was a dance floor. The second floor was more of a balcony over looking the 1st floor. The second floor had two bars, and a lot of tables. So you could sit at a table, and look past the railing down to the dance floor. Eduardo, Arturo, whatever, took me to the second floor. Once there he took me to an employee's only door. Behind the door was stairs, which lead to a door. Up the stairs was Eduardo's office. The office had a large window that allowed for him to look out at the club. The windows were those two-way mirrors so that those outside could not see in.
"Your office is nice." I smile. I was impressed. The carpet was plush and black. The couches were black leather. He had a black desk that was well organized, and behind it was a black leather chair. He had black shelves with glass figures on them, and other authentic treasures. Don't forget the black coffee table. Wonder what his favorite color is.
"I am glad you like it." He said taking my hand and leading me to the window. I was going to pull my hand back, but he had dropped it already the moment we reached the window. "That is the VIP section." He said pointing to a roped off section. I recognized some celebrities, but no Big J.
"And where is Big J?" I said getting angry. Did he trick me into going on a date with him?
"He does not show up until midnight usually. You have an hour to wait." He said. There was a knock on the door all of a sudden. I jumped. He laughed. I scowled. He yelled for whomever it was to come in.
"Arturo! You're late." A Hispanic man walked in. Behind him were 3 girls, and 2 guys. The office was getting a bit cramped. It was an ok sized office, but still... 7 people?
"Lo Siento, Ale." Eduardo apologized.
"You're always late." I said smiling. Remembering how he always shows up late to meet me. I always thought it was his paranoia. Guess it was just him being him.
"Oh, you must be his date." Ale said walking up to me. He held my hand and kissed it gently, saying something in Spanish.
"Are you flirting with my date?" Eduardo, or I guess Arturo, said in a jokingly angry manner.
"Of course." Ale smiled. He backed up, and introduced the whole "Gang". "This is Emilia." He said pointing to a girl who was obviously not a natural brunette. Her lipstick was smeared a bit, but besides that she looked normal... ish. She was wearing a horrendously short black skirt, and a satin red bra. She had red boots that were similar to mine except hers went higher than mine. She was level height with me, so she was probably short without the shoes. "Hola." She said shyly. Who would have thought she was shy? "The guy in the blue is Roberto." Roberto didn't look Hispanic at all. He was blonde with light blue eyes. He was tall, muscular, handsome, and was smiling politely at me. He seemed nice. "I'm from Argentina. I know I don't look it." I couldn't even hear a Spanish accent. "This is Bryan." Ale said elbowing the shortest of the guys, who wasn't short at all. He had short spiky hair. His eyes were green, and seemed full of laughter. There was something about his facial expression that reminded me of Sano. "Hola Chica." He smiled. I noticed a slight smear of lipstick on his lips. So, I guess that means him and Emilia are together. "Unlike everybody else, I'm not Spanish, but I can speak it as well as anyone." He said putting his hands on Emilia's back massaging it. She seemed a bit nervous at first, as if they were doing something too intimate to be seen in front of everyone, but she relaxed after a while. "Last, but not least." Ale said, pulling the final woman into his arms. "I don't know who the hell she is, but ella esta muy bonita, verdad?" Ale laughed. (She is very pretty, right?)
"Ale, lead the woman outside." Arturo laughed, as the woman frowned, but she left in the end. "This is Laura." He introduced me.
"Wow, Arturo. You never bring anybody to meet us." Bryan said flopping on the couch, pulling a giggling Emilia into his lap. She was a lot less rigid.
"And?"
"And where'd you two meet, Bro?" Ale said sitting on the couch also. Bro? Ale was Arturo's brother? So Arturo is his real name?
"Una restaurante." He said, not expanding on it. I was leaning against the glass, and he was sitting on his desk. He seemed a bit distant with his friends, even though they talked to him warmly. Even though Arturo smiled he was so far away from everyone. Their conversation blurred in my head as I began to stare out of the window. I wasn't paying attention to the conversation. Arms wrapped around me out of nowhere, and I jumped. If my arms were free I would have reached for a weapon. It was careless of me to let my guard down. "It's only me." Arturo whispered, "Emilia asked you something. You didn't respond. Are you ok, Senorita?" He asked.
"You should call my Laura." I responded. I forced myself not to relax into his arms. He was just too warm.
"I would prefer not to call you a name that is not yours." He sounded so intelligent. Smooth. Not at all like the flirt I was used to. I was getting too attached to one of the bad guys. Damn it.
"Then do I call you Arturo?"
"You call me whatever you want to." He said pulling back. He turned back to his friends. Bryan was smiling at us, probably from the whole hugging scene. Ale's jaw was dropped. I wasn't quite sure why, I guess he had never seen his. brother. act so affectionately. I hope that was as affectionate as Arturo and I would get. No lip action allowed. Roberto just smiled politely. Emilia was smiling too, widely. She reminded me of Misao.
"I'm sorry, I got distracted." I was only being soft around Arturo because I had too. I was supposed to be his girlfriend. Right? Damn it.
"It's ok." Emilia smiled at me. She was now perfectly fine around me. Happy, bouncing, and Misao-like. "Puede bailar Laura?" (Can you dance Laura?)
"Yeah." I smiled. I needed something to take my attention away from my befuddled mind. Plus, Big J was probably here now. It was around 12:10; time for business.
"Then let's go." Arturo said grabbing hold of my hand gently. I tensed trying to stop relaxing near him. I was getting so confused by how my body reacted to him. Damn it. My head would start to pound if I kept thinking so hard. "Relax." He whispered in my ear, and dragged me out of the room with the others. The moment we were back on the second floor the music pounded at my ears again. Once on the bottom floor I started to sway my hips to the music; happy surprise flitted across Arturo's eyes. He didn't think I could dance. I flashed him a smile, and he smiled back warmly. One hand holding mine, the other slapping high fives, and shaking hands with various people in the crowd, but all the while his body moved to the rhythm of the music. I was searching the crowd, swiveling my hips, and smiling. Everyone was dancing. I was always amazed at how much rhythm Hispanics had. There were some people of other nationalities, but it was primarily Hispanic. I loved the music, and was really starting to get into dancing. Arturo pulled me closer to him. His arms wrapped around my body tightly. I tried to move away a little, but he was too strong. I may be an assassin, but I'm not super woman. His hips rocked against mine, and I tried to loosen up so no one would get suspicious. We were dancing, and some how moving through the crowd. We were like that for a while, and I was beginning to really have fun. The thought that I was having fun was not exactly comforting because I had not come here to have fun, but.
Before I knew it, it was 12:45 and I hadn't even seen Big J. I frowned at Arturo and pointed at my watch showing him that he was monopolizing my time. Arturo gave me a sheepish smile, and led me to the VIP section. However, when we got there Big J wasn't there. Arturo glared angrily at one of the two men guarding the entrance to the VIP. The guard shrank down somewhat. Arturo pointed upwards, and the man nodded. Arturo pulled me up to his office angrily.
"The fuck was that? Where was Big J?" Forgot to mention that I was angry too.
"I don't know. Lo siento, Senorita. I told Michael to make sure Big J didn't leave until 2. I told him to make up any excuse to keep Big J here. I can't believe they let him go!" Arturo bellowed. Why was he so angry? I had a reason to be angry, but him? My anger left me, and in its place was confusion. The hell was wrong with Arturo?
"Senor..." A small voice came from outside.
"Enter," Arturo said. His voice sounded like a growl.
"I'm really sorry. We tried to stop him, but it's hard to when they cannot hear you over the music. One of his bodyguards even held a gun to my head, so we let him pass. I'm sorry Sir." The person sounded really afraid. Why was he so scared of Arturo? Arturo was too much of a flirt to be dangerous... I think at least...
"Fine. We will discuss this further, later on." Arturo said roughly. Michael ran out the door.
"The hell is going on here?" I said still confused, but now frustrated. I had all these questions, but no answers. I don't like being kept in the dark.
"Nothing. I just lose my temper easily." He said calming down.
"Not just that; this whole damn thing. Your attitude has changed. Ever since we arrived here it's just been different. Not to mention that your name changed from Eduardo to Arturo. You're harsh on Michael over him messing up my plans, why? They're not your plans. Michael seemed like he wanted to cry, for God sakes! Why are you so angry? I don't get it! Did I miss something?" I threw my hands up in a frustrated gesture.
"Lo Siento. I didn't mean to confuse you, Senorita, but I am not the only one acting differently. You are no longer harsh, and tense towards me." He smiled. That fucking bastard smiled. Anger welled in me. Funny how quick I change emotions. In 3 seconds flat my knife was out and under his chin. I could slice his throat at any moment, and I would do it too. I was too frustrated to be fucked with at the moment.
"Don't play fucking games with me. What's going on Arturo?" I was frowning, but my eyes were blank. I was sick of all this bull shit.
"I'm sorry," He said quietly.
"That's all you ever say." I ground out.
"What's going on here?" I heard Ale say from behind me.
"Nothing." I said dropping my arm away from his neck. "I'm going home Arturo." I said. I turned, and there was his whole group of friends. They were all shocked. I didn't blame them. It isn't often some one holds a knife under your friends chin. I stuffed my knife into my boot, and walked out. Before this day I wouldn't have given a damn about that who Eduardo really was, but all of a sudden I was so confused, and all I wanted was to hear about what was happening so that I could have peace of mind. Plus, I could bet money that it had something to do with me. Not only am I confused, but I still haven't killed Big J, who might possibly know who my identity is somehow. Shit, shit, shit.
~~~Really Short Preview: I want his peace. I want his humbleness, his calmness, the security in his arms; I want...him?