Siempre Mío

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Lorenzo POV

"The lab results came back. We found a fingerprint but no matches on the policía database. Thanks to Nicky's associates, we searched further and found a name: Oscar Suarez. "

The man in front of me handed me a file with tons of research about the gang leader and his men.

"Muchas gracias, I'll look over this now." I said to him, flicking through the pages then snapping the folder shut.
[translation: thank you very much]

"Capo, it's late; you should work on it in the morning, let yourself rest for a while." Another man said to me as he shuffled in his spot.
[translation: Boss]

"Don't worry, I won't stay up long."

4 hours later...

I stayed up for long. It was now 02AM and I had reread his file three times.

I knew everything about him, even the irrelevant things.

His shoe size, eye colour, height etc.

There were no known associates listed in the file but there was two names of specific people.

His girlfriend, Dana Wright, and a younger brother of his who disappeared many years back.

The brother had been searched for before and was located in Italy now under the name: Antonio Suarez.

Fuck.
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"Come on, come on, Pick up the fucking phone." I muttered, pacing up and down as I listened to the ringing.

"You have reached the voicemail of-"

"Ugh!!" I groaned in frustration.

Three knocks sounded on my door and I shouted a "come in" before the door swung open and my men stepped inside with Nicky.

"Is everything okay?" Nicky asked.

"Fuck, no. I'm trying to reach Antonio."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" One of my men asked from behind.

"Try to reach Antonio and if you can't, get to Javier." I snapped. "Sorry, fuck, I'm slightly sleep deprived and annoyed about this matter."

"Claro que si, it's okay. We'll try our best but for now, we have a location for the gang leader. Shall we go?"
[translation: of course]

I nodded and slipped my phone into my pocket, hoping he would call me soon.

We walked out of the hotel, nodding respectfully to the few guards that waved.

Waiting outside was the red Impala along with two other cars.

Nicky and I took our seats in the Impala and let the guards split off and drive forward to direct us.

He stepped on the gas and I relaxed in my seat as we drove through the busy streets of Mexico.
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Unknown POV

I rubbed at my eyes, stretching my arms up after to engage my limbs.

After a long night of restlessness and fear from the almost raping, I had woken up to get ready for work.

I put on some comfortable, cleaning appropriate clothes and grabbed my belongings to leave the makeshift home I was in.

I decided to walk as the house wasn't that far; I slipped on my shoes and locked the door from the outside, before skipping stairs and going down to exit the building.

Please let this be a normal day, I prayed in my head.

"Oye mami, looking good." A man said, a cigarette between his lips.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

I reached the house and rang the doorbell, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for Miss Wright to open the door.

"Lauren, buenos días; I've left a list on the things you need to have finished by today. There's not many things but you have about 3 hours till I get back." She informed me as soon as the door swung open.
[translation: Good morning]

"Okay, Señora, I'll deal with it." I said, politely smiling at her as she handed me my payment for the week.

She always paid me generously and I appreciated it so much being in this situation.

Shortly after a small conversation, she left for work and I got busy doing mine.
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Whilst cleaning the large mirror she had in her household, I noticed how the dark circles under my eyes had gotten worse and I mentally cursed myself.

I realised how much my face had changed since a few years and how the hair dye suited me despite my reluctant agreement to the change.

I looked different to before, but it was necessary for me. To keep me safe.

Suddenly, a rapid knocking sounded on the door and as I went towards it to answer, a loud crashing sound filled my ears and I realised the door had been busted open.

Before I could pull out or grab any type of protective weapon, a group of men stormed into the room I was in and a hand was wrapped around my neck as my body was shoved against the wall.

I cringed as I heard the mirror crack and let out a breath for the pain. 

"You're going to answer me this right now; Where is Oscar Suarez?" The man holding me said.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on my neck and I signalled to it with my hands before he loosened it, letting me breath and talk.

"I... Don't know him." I panted out.

"You're lying," He replied, his hand once again grabbing my throat, "He lives here, you should know that."

"I- Fuck."

His grip loosed completely and I fell to the ground, holding myself up by the palms of my hands as I breathed in air.

"I told you... I work for the w-woman who lives here. I- I've never met any man called Oscar Suarez here." I struggled to speak.

"Get up."

"What?"

He pulled me up to my feet and I finally got a glimpse of what he looked like.

His attire seemed more casual than he would be used to and his face had a dominating demeanour about it.

I got a close look at his face and gulped to mute the gasp that threatened to escape my lips.

Never in my few years of being here did I think I would see him.

He was here, in front of my eyes.

Lorenzo Martinez, the second in command to the Italian Mafia.