Crazy•E.D

One

Chapter 1

Maya POV

I wake up to the sun shining through my blinds.

Today's the day. The day I finally get to go back home. I've been traveling around the world taking in different kinds of cultures and handling some international business for my family's business.

I hated my family business but I was born into it so what can I do?

I got out of bed and started my daily routine except this time instead of sitting down for breakfast I packed several bags.

Someone knocked on the door startling me. I quietly walked over to the door looking through the peep hole. I almost squealed at the familiar face. I opened the door and hugged him tightly.

"Ethan!" I squealed. I stepped back and looked him up and down. He was a bit more taller and muscular since the last time I saw him he cut his hair and got a few more tattoos. But the one thing that never changed was his stone cold look. I looked at his emotions less face and smiled.

"You not gonna hug me back?" I raised a brow, he stood silent. "Ethan" I faked sniffled. "You put me in such an uncomfortable situation like you know I'm not happy-" he cut me off.

"If I hug you will you stop quoting that idiotic woman?" His voice was so deep and husky. I nodded eagerly and he wrapped his muscular arms around me.

"Now lets go we are running out of daylight" he commanded stepping inside so he could grab my bags.

"Ethan we are in the sunny Caribbean's why can't you smile and be happy here?" I whined.

"Let's go maya" he sighed in annoyance.

Ethan was a tough person to get along with. He hid his emotions extremely well, he doesn't even let you see his happy side I think the last time I heard him laugh was in the 2000s.

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The plane ride back home was tiring. But my eagerness to see my family kept me awake.

Once the limo pulled up to the house I jumped out leaving Ethan to tend to my bags which I know I was going to regret later but I didn't care right now.

"I'm back!" I yelled entering the house. The first person I saw was our maid Gloria.

"Gloria, como estas?" I asked her how she was.

"Muy bein, pero tu madre esta bein loca hoy" she sighed hugging me. (Great, but your mom has been acting crazy today)

"Thats mom!" I laughed.

"Your dad is in the basement" she informed with her thick Spanish accent.

"Gracias Gloria" I thanked her before going to find my father.

I walked down the basement stairs towards the cells, don't ask.

I heard screams that made me shutter. As I reached an old wooden door I took a deep breath preparing myself for a gruesome sight. I opened the door revealing my father repeatedly punching a man with brass knuckles.

I cleared my throat shifting my fathers attention to me.

"Maya!" He came over to hug me but I stopped him.

"How about you change out of these bloody clothes and then we'll talk" I said icily. I hated what my father did.

I should probably elaborate on what he does. He's kind of a drug lord slash gang leader. He does it, his father did it and now it's our turn. That's what I was doing while traveling setting up drug deals and getting clients.