StanleyI stare at Victor, and he can see that my eyes are smoldering with fierce determination. He knows that I am here with a purpose."What's going on, Stanley? What's with the emergency meeting?" Victor asks cautiously."I need to track down the enemy that kidnapped and killed Molly," I reply without any hesitation.Victor sighs. "Molly. I thought we were done with the subject after she was buried. You didn't want me to bring her up again because it hurt you to think about her. Why are you doing this now?""It's a long story," I say.Victor leans back in his chair. "Well, lucky for you, I have the time. Madison is in charge of the kitchen today.:I tell Victor everything about Frida and what happened to her."Holy shit! Frida kidnapped you, and now you want to help her avenge Molly?" Victor lets out a low whistle, his eyes are wide with shock."Yup. I love her. It's strange that she is Molly's sister and much younger than me, but I can't help how I feel about her. She loves me too
Stanley"Don't play games with me," Alejandro says, his voice low and dangerous. "I know you're not really here to sell cars. So, what do you want from me?"I hesitate for a moment, gathering my courage. "I want to know what happened to Molly," I say firmly. "She was kidnapped by your gang members."Alejandro narrows his eyes. "Molly? I don't know anything about that," he says.I take her picture out and throw it at him. "This is her. Look at her closely."Alejandro stares at the picture for a moment, then shakes his head. "Do you know how many men and women become casualties of gang wars? How am I supposed to remember this girl?" he says. I can feel my anger boiling inside me, but I hold it back. I know I need to stay calm if I want to get any information from him. "I know you're lying, Alejandro. I know your gang took her, and I want to know why."Alejandro raises an eyebrow. "Even if I knew something, why would I tell you? Who are you to me?"I take a deep breath, trying to come up
FridaI am waiting for Stanley anxiously.Part of me is wondering if he meant everything he said to me the other day and if he actually has feelings for me. What if he only says those things to seduce me?No, I don't really believe that. Stanley is a good person, no matter what I thought of him in the past.He asked me to wait for him, so I did. As I wait for Stanley, I fidget with my hair, trying to calm myself down. My mind races with thoughts of what could happen between us. The way he looked at me that day made me feel something different, something that I had never felt before. But what if it's all just in my head?Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door and my heart races. I take a deep breath before opening it, and there he is, standing in front of me, looking as handsome as ever."Hey," he says, a small smile on his lips. "Hi. Did you find out anything?" I ask eagerly.His face turns dark. "Yes, I did. And I am willing to do anything to take down the bastards for what they did t
StanleyThe day of the party has arrived.Today is the day Frida, and I plan to go to Ben's house party and take him down. He is one of the men responsible for Molly's death, so it's time he pays the price for it. Maybe I will be lucky, and the other three men will be at the party too.I anxiously wait for Frida in the living room as she gets ready. And after a few minutes, she comes out looking stunning as always.She's wearing a deep red dress that hugs her body perfectly, accentuating all her curves that every man in the room won't help but admire, I'm sure. It has thin straps with a low neckline, and it reaches down just before her knees. "Wow, you look great," I say, eyeing her up and down in admiration.Frida smiles at me darkly and walks over to the couch where I am sitting. "Thank you, Stan." She takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Are you ready for this?" she asks, the glint of determination in her eyes matching my own.I nod, my heart racing with anticipation. "I'
Frida"Are you okay?" Stanley asks me.Am I okay? I am not sure anymore. I just watched a man die, but I feel nothing but contempt for him. If anything, I feel at peace."Are you?" I ask Stanley, whose face is grimmer than usual. "I haven't done this in years because I wanted to leave my past behind, so I am a bit shaken up," he admits."Do you regret doing it?" I ask.Stanley shakes his head. "No. I don't. I did it for Molly."I smile and wrap my arms around him."Let's go home. I will stay with you tonight," I tell him. He nods, his eyes still dark. As soon as we get in the car, I feel my body relax somewhat. All the emotions that had been coursing through me start to dissipate, and I can finally breathe again. Stanley starts driving, and we make our way back to his apartment. Once we reach home, Stanley informs me that he needs to take care of some business while I go take a shower. The thought of a hot, steamy shower sounds like heaven right now. I head upstairs to our bathro
FridaStan and I are off to Nevada. Victor used his sources to track him down and it turns out Marcel has a bit of a gambling addiction, so we will most likely find him in a casino somewhere in Las Vegas.Stanley and I take our time driving there, enjoying the scenery along the way. It feels like a real vacation, except we know we are not here just to enjoy ourselves. This was a mission.We arrive in Las Vegas at noon the next day. The bright lights and flashing signs greet us, promising a good time, but I try to put that thought out of my mind. Stanley and I try to track down Marcel, but after two days of searching, we have no clue where he is. We are even staying at the hotel where Marcel frequents."Are you sure Victor got it right?" I say, frustrated.Stanley nods. "Pretty sure.""What do we do now?" I ask.He stares at me intently. "We go downstairs to the casino again."I look down at my phone. I had Marcel's picture saved in it, so there's no confusion when I do see him. "Okay.
StanleyI am at Madison's house, having lunch, and she is looking at me suspiciously. I told Victor not to tell her anything about the mission I was on.I know Maddie wouldn't like her big brother to be involved in murders. Victor looked at me with surprise when I told him not to tell her."Me, her husband is operating a whole criminal organization, and you think she will get mad at you for this?" he asked me.I sighed. "Look, I took care of Madison since she was a little girl. She looked up to me, and to her, I am a saint. I don't want to ruin that image for her.""But not telling her would be deceitful. She will be mad if she finds out," Victor argued.We had argued back and forth before Victor finally agreed not to say anything, Madison.And now, I am at her house, and I feel guilty for not telling her.I finish my lunch, pushing my plate away from me and leaning back in my seat. Madison eyes me curiously, her expression telling me that she knew something was up with me. "What's
Stanley"So you want to know where this guy is now? But why? What do you need with him?" David asks."You know where he is?" I reply with another question.David leans back on his couch. "Yes, I do, and he is not someone you need to get involved with.""I have my reasons," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.David narrows his eyes at me. "What are you involved in, exactly?"I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how much I can reveal without putting myself in danger. But then, I realize that I have no choice but to trust him. "It's because of Molly," I confess.David nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Okay, I can help you. But you need to promise me that you won't do anything stupid," he says firmly."I promise," I say, even though I would be lying.David pulls out his laptop and starts typing on it. "Luckily, I still have access to the police database. But you cannot, under any circumstance, tell anyone about this. I could get into a lot of trouble," he says."No on