His Saint, His Jewel ✔️

51. Confronted

Alejandro and Ivan looked at me and scoffed when I looked at them back. They never liked me because they hate the fact that I'm the most protected of the gang but I never joined the gang. It's not like I asked to be born as Manny's little brother.

"There'll be a lot of pieces at play. But I trust you all to behave if I'm gone. No matter the outcome of the fight, I need you all to respect the agreement."

I wonder if they'll keep that peace when they find out Mike and I ran away because we love each other?

"But once I leave, all decisions will be up to Rafa and how the gang will go on. Any medical decisions will be left to Antonio and Dolores to decide. All my possessions will be given to them also. I hope you all understand my choices." Manny said.

There was silence in the room. "Yeah, but I doubt you'll lose." Someone from the table said. Everyone shook their heads and cheered Manny on.

The doors opened and in came the women holding several trays of food and set them on the table. Dina walked in with cups and soda.

"Eat up, ninos. I bet all that cheering made you hungry." Dolores rubbed Manny's stomach. Manny blushed a bit. Like I said before, Dolores is the only one who can do that to him.

"¿Vas a comer? (Are you going to eat?)" Dina asked me. She had a plate of food and sat in an empty seat next to me.

"Nah. I'm not hungry." I said to her. Besides, I looked at the table and the guys had taken everything.

Dina is right next to me. I could easily tell her right now about my plans to run away. Now's not the time, though. Anyone can hear our conversations.

Finally the meeting ended. Most had already left. Manny was in the entrance talking to people while me, Dolores, and Flaca were cleaning up the meeting room. They made quite the mess. I'm not surprised.

"Dolores, can you take the trash out, por favor?" Flaca said. Dolores nodded and exited the room to get the trash bags and dump them outside.

There was an eerie quiet in the room now. I was wiping down the table but didn't hear Flaca doing anything. I turned around and saw her leaning on the table looking at me.

"¿Necesitas algo? (Do you need something?)" I asked her. She just let out a small chuckle.

"How'd it feel?" She asked. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"What feel?" I asked.

"You know, getting fucked in the ass?" She asked. I dropped the rag on the floor. My knees started shaking. My forehead began sweating. I'm sweating everywhere!!

"I-I-I wha- What are you talking about?" I asked her in a shaky voice. Oh God, I'm giving myself away!

"Don't act like an idiot!" She walked closer to me. I leaned back but my hip hit the edge of the table. "I know about you and Michael. I know that he entered Manuel's home, sat on his couch, ate from his plate, and had sex with his little brother." Flaca had this horrible and terrifying look on her face.

"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about!" I told her.

"Really?" She asked. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a folded up paper. She unfolded it and showed me another picture I hadn't seen yet. It was me and Mike kissing while we were naked.

"What do you know?!" I asked her angrily.

"I know that you and Michael have been dating for what? Three months? You've lost your virginity to him. You've been on a few dates. That's all I know, honestly." She smiled at me.

"What do you want?" I asked her. She let out a small laugh.

"Oh, Antonio. Nothing." She chuckled out. I was breathing hard, trying not to pass out.

"I'll give you anything!! Money! Mike'll give you millions! Anything!!" I pleaded with her. She just folded the picture back up and slipped it into my pocket.

"Watch yourself, Tonito. Who knows what'll happen if you keep this act up." Her eyes were filled with mischief.

"I-I-" I stuttered out.

"¿Que esta pasando aqui? (What's going on here?)" Dolores asked when she walked in. I could tell she was wondering why I was leaning on the table and Flaca was so close to me.

"Oh, nada. His hair was messy. That's all." She gave my hair a pat and handed Dolores the empty trays. "Ya es tarde. I'll see you later, comadre. Adios." She picked up her handbag and walked out right after giving me a wink.

My breathing was more shallow. I felt like I was losing air by every second.

"Do you like her?" Dolores asked.

"Hmm, what? No! I don't!" I said quickly. No, I don't like her. In fact, quite the opposite. I don't know what Flaca's endgame is here. Since we met, she's kinda been like a distant cousin of some sorts. We said hi and had talks occasionally. But she isn't like Dina-close with me.

Therefore, I'm just baffled at why she even has those pictures. I know that out of all the women in the west side, she's the most involved one. She's fought several Jewels girls and has earned a reputation for being a fighter. So she's probably taking these pictures because of her loyalty to the Saints.

Whatever it is, at least I now know she's the person behind the pictures. I have to update Mike about this new finding. Because this also affects him. Maybe he can corner Flaca and try to get her to delete them.

I'm just gonna go home and go to sleep. My entire body is exhausted and I really don't need to keep thinking about this. This'll just be a problem for tomorrow.

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