The Heart of A Killer.

5.

But it certainly was for a couple of seconds. Then again, I can't blame her. I am the son of the man who ruined her life.

As she sat in my lap she laid her head on top of mines.

"Maybe we should become the new Bonnie and Clyde?" I mumbled

She giggled, "Yeah... Latina version huh?"

"Exactly." We laughed in unison

"Look, I understand where you coming from. But in order to make this mission we both want to happen, we have to stick together." I continued

"I'm scared."

I lifted my head up in shock.

"You. Savay Suarez is scared?"

She smacked her lips, "Come on if I vent I don't want you judging."

"Okay, I'm sorry ma, go on."

I lit up my blunt as I took a long puff.

She got up sitting face to face with me back on my lap. My heart began to pump uncontrollably but I tried my best to keep my cool. She took it from my hand and did the same movement

"I just don't want Beth to feel bad about Jessica when they eventually find her."

"You're still on that topic? what about Beth does she do to make you feel so guilty?"

"Only person who sees the greater good in me. Tell me that I'm such a sweetheart. If I ever get caught and she finds out what I did to Jessica, how would she think of me?"

Her eyes were low and red by the time she was done. Water started to fill them as we both looked at each other.

"You're a good person who went through some others can't even take. Some kill themselves to not feel the pain. You kill others to not feel it. Whether she finds out or not, when she finds out that Jessica killed your mother... she can't do anything but understand your pain and where you're coming from."

She sat there rubbing her hand over my hair as she listened to me talk. The thought of us being together lingered in my mind.

Which is fucking absurd because I barely know this girl. Personally. But her being her, Savay Suarez... I wanted her to be mine.

"See, this would not make me feel the same if we texted this. Face to face conversation brings out more emotion." She commented.

"Well, I guess I can agree with you on that part. But... your still weird."

"And you're still an ass." I laughed

"My mother told me you can always be an asshole, but as long as you don't become the piece of shit... you're fine."

She laughed loudly as her body vibrated against my pants.

"Uh-uh, stop laughing."

"W-Why?" She continued laughing but stopped

"You're so nasty Orlando." She smacked my chest getting up.

"What!, I told you to stop. I'll be back." I ran upstairs to the bathroom as she laughed.

As I got done fixing myself I went back downstairs to see she was gone. I checked outside but her car was still there.

"Where the hell is she?" I mumbled

I went upstairs to see her looking at my family pictures.

"That's my Abuela. 72 years young." I said lowly laughing.

She jumped up turning around, "You scared me. But she's beautiful."

I nodded knowing she didn't have any family left.

"What was your family like?"

She huffed, "Caring. Fun. No dull moments, especially my Abuela. Only when she's not worrying me about being careful out here."

I grew confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Awe, yeah. She's the only one alive. She's in Guam."

"Well... what are we waiting for? let's go see her." I grinned