Ángel

5] Welcome home

True to his words, an hour later El Chapo knocked on my door and guided me through this colossal house to the dinning room. Like the others, the room was gorgeous. It had an elegant but homely atmosphere; the dinning table was a rectangular shape with at least a dozen chairs, if not more.

"What here, I will go get your brothers." El Chapo informs me, then exiting the room.

I like me nickname for him. I think it suits him. He doesn't know about it yet, but he'll find out soon enough.

The door crashes open when an over six foot man (who looks to be in his early twenties) kicks the door open.

"No need to fucking panic, your favourite brother Alejandro Pablo Álvarez is here!" He announce. Dramatic fuck. I like him. Behind him, I spot my dad looking as if he wants to murder him.

"Nice to meet you Escobar. It's your bad bitch sister Lea." I introduce myself, beaming up at him.

"I like her." Escobar tells everyone else as they enter the room. Another tall man walks into the room looking around the same age as Alejandro, once he approaches me, I'm embraced in a tight hug.

"And I'm his twin Diego, welcome home hermana pepueña."(little sister) Finally he lets go of me, allowing me to meet our eldest brother. I look up at him (clearly I am the only one who stopped growing at thirteen) realising how similar he is to El Chapo. He has the same hair, same eyes, same facial features, same height and to top it all off, the same suit. The only difference between the two is age.

"I'm Ruben and like Diego said, welcome home little sis." He smiles down gently at me, soon moving to the side revealing the blonde girl who was standing behind him. She walks up to me, then wraps her arms around my neck to hug me as well. People seem to really like hugging me today. I hug her back just to be polite. See I'm not a total bitch.

"Hi I'm Carmen, Lorenzo's cousin. I've heard a lot about you." Carmen at last told me who she was. It was getting a bit awkward hugging her, but having no clue who she is. Not giving me time to respond, dad tells us all to sit down because food is almost ready.

I let everyone take their usual seats then decide to take the empty chair next to Picasso (another nickname for my dear brother Alejandro)and wait for food.

I am starving.

You are always starving Lea.

Ok. What's your point?

Two maids enter the dinning room with trays full of food, the rich fucks even have maids. As soon as the maids exit the room, everybody reaches over helping themselves to whatever they want. I opt to have a Spanish tortilla, I remember my mum used to always make Spanish tortilla for dinner since I loved hers. Seconds later, Lorenzo enters the room taking a seat next to me. I didn't realise that he wasn't here.

"Miss me ángel?" He whispers to me. Him and his fucking huge ego.

"You wish lucifer." I scoff in response. Lorenzo leans back in his chair with an amused grin, so I feel it is only right to give him one back. Suddenly, he bolts up in his seat with eyebrows furrowed together in confusion but his eyes are full of anger, as he analyses my face.

"What the fuck happened to your face?" He booms, catching everyones attention.

I beg your fucking pardon!

"What the fuck happened to your face?" I snap back. What is he talking about? There is no...oh fuck. The bruises from Chris and probably some from Russian Shrek, my make up must have wore off my face. I notice the look on everybody's face when they realise what Lorenzo is talking about.

"Did that thug do this to you?" He questions, struggling to control his anger. Fuck me, can he not just shut his mouth, I don't know why he is getting so bored up over this? I think on how I should respond, I can not tell them that Chris did this (well the majority) so I am most likely better of to agree with him.

"It was most likely Russian Shrek, it's no big deal." I shrug carelessly. Although the look of horror on all the faces in this room completely contradict my calm one. What is their problem?

"Did you say Russian?" Ruben, actually I think I will call him Ruby. Ruby question even though it sounds more like a demand.

"No I said German." I roll my eyes at him, receiving a deadly glare from El Chapo.

"Leandra, now is not the time for smart ass comments!" He roars, scaring the shit out of all of us. "The Russians are our biggest enemy, if they have gone after you, then they know who you are-"

"And that means someone in the mafia found her before us and snitched." Alejandro cuts him off as he finishes our dad's sentence in an equally as serious tone.

Wait. What if...no it can't be.

"What about my mum? After the first time Shrek tried to attack me, she called me saying it was no longer safe for me and I had to leave to live with you for protection. She hardly ever mentioned you, whenever she did it was never good." Even though I said it aloud, I still can't comprehend it, nor do I want to.

Taking one last glimpse at my father, the look of resentment consumes him as he shoots up and out of his chair then storming out of the room; leaving the rest of the room in silence. I can feel all of their eyes burn into me, trying to ignore them, I start to eat me food again. Soon after, they all do the same; everybody attempting to avoid contact only making the awkwardness even worse. Once I have had enough, I consider sneaking out the room but then I remember I am a bad bitch. So I walk out the room with confidence acting like I give zero fucks; the best family reunion ever. Oh god, how awkward is it going to be tomorrow?

At last (half an hour later) I reach my new domain, bursting into the room, the first thing I do is through myself on my bed landing face first into the covers.

"Screw you awkward family reunion you fucking whore!" I scream in my pillows to relieve some of my built up frustration.

Thankfully, sleep takes over me relatively quickly ending this intense day and letting me escape from my stress for a couple of hours.

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Who is your favourite brother?

I think mine is Alejandro.

Hope you enjoyed.

Until next time - N