Adam stepped out of the house with his heart in his mouth. He broke into a jog as soon as he was out of Jessica’s sight. He needed to get her out of there. The nightmare he had been running from was back in his pursuit. His mind was flooded with negative thoughts. A part of him was furious, wondering where he went wrong. Jessica needed to be away from what was coming her way. He tossed the envelope on the backseat and drove off. He could feel the air thicken around him. Adam had never been in such a panic since that fateful day. It started to drizzle. The rain drops skidded across the windshield. They were getting heavier and heavier by the minute. He took deep breaths and tried to calm himself as he drove on.
Jessica watched the movie as it neared its end. There were a lot of classic comedy scenes on the trot. She laughed and instinctively searched for Adam. It made her feel holl
An overly decorated muscle car rolled into a seemingly deserted suburb in Stuart. It attracted all sorts of attention because of the appearance but the blind would turn their heads because of the deafening music being blasted in it. It was daytime so the people didn't seem to mind the noise but the appearance of the car and the two thugs in it spoke volumes of how much they cared about people’s opinion. The vehicle drove to the back of a hardware store at the end of the street. The back garage door of the hardware store slowly lifted and a man stepped out of the way to let the car enter. The car slowly vanished inside and there were only echoes of the bass left in the street. The interior of the hardware store was another story. Dozens of men ran around obeying orders of their superiors. Meth was being tossed around and packed in different sizes of plastic bags. It looked like a legitimate sweatshop with employees working a conveyer belt. The place was dimly lit. The employees carefu
It was another sleepless night for Jessica. Adam also stayed awake on the other side of the bed but both of them were oblivious to each other. They had problems of their own. The only thing in common between them was the wish for the ordeal to end soon. Jessica’s head throbbed with pain every now and then. None of her pills seemed to work. The rain had lasted the entire night. It only added to their stress. Each flash of lightning triggered the flashes of what Adam had run away from. They both got up from the bed at the first sight of sunlight. The storm had vanished and the sky looked as clean as it could ever be. Both of them sat across one another at the table and stared at the breakfast. Neither of them had the appetite for it. All they could do was poke it around the plate with grim thoughts while checking the clock every once in a while. Finally, it was time. Jessica excused herself and walked to the door. “Let me drop you there,” Adam offered as he got up and grabbed his keys.
Two years ago in Colombia…The clouds shrouded the cornfield and the old farmer stood at the edge of the field with a hoe and a sack on his back. He hadn't touched the bottle for two whole days, awaiting the fateful day. There was no doubt that it was about to rain. The arrow had already left the bow. It was just a matter of time. The clouds rumbled and yielded a faint flash. The first drops fell and one of them landed on the farmer’s head. The old man smiled. It was time. The impact of the light droplets on the leaves echoed. The farmer was ready to dig new drains through the field and check if the old ones were in functioning condition. “Papa!” he heard behind him. He turned around and found his youngest daughter running toward him with an ear to ear grin. At first, he was irritated and angry at her as it was dangerous running around in the field at that hour and it would waste a duration of the invaluable rain in taking her back to the house. But just one glance at her blissful sm
The sun rained fire and Casa Ortiz glowed like it had gemstones encrusted in its outer walls. Mateo Ortiz didn't care about the money when he commissioned the building. It just had to be perfect. The servants ran around serving juices to the guards deputed on the gates and in the open grounds of the mansion. It was Hugo’s order. There had been a few instances of servants passing out because of the heat. The servants on the inside were also given time off to spend in the air conditioned rooms. Hugo’s right hand man, Gabriel, was sitting under an umbrella in the yard taking care of the Ortiz family’s businesses. A pedestal fan whirred a foot away from him yet it failed to make any difference. He had over a dozen ledgers with unintelligible numbers and codes. There was a lot that only Gabriel could understand in case someone grew a pair to get their hands on the ledger and betray Hugo Ortiz. He looked over every single entry on every single page and occasionally left a mark on them befor
Camila reluctantly accepted the glass of water and slowly gulped it down. Her mind raced to nowhere. When she left her house, she expected to be treated with a gun to her forehead but the warm welcome had left her utterly speechless. She realized that the cartel boss was squatting in front of her, warmly looking into her eyes. He had her hand softly clasped in his hands. It was getting too much for her to handle. She wasn't accustomed to such respect. All of it was infuriating for Michelle. Camila was feeling like a fish out of water. Her adrenaline had worn off and now she was sitting inside a mansion owned by a man who was famous and infamous for a lot of things. The reality of her situation had started to kick in. The couch she was sitting on seemed to be worth more than her father's annual income.“What troubles you madam?” Hugo softly spoke in his mesmerizing voice. Camila wa
Moments ago, Mario’s men were confident enough to take on entire armies yet there they were, shivering with fear of a man younger than most of them. “If the farmer is not here within ten minutes, I will skin you all alive!” the cartel boss shouted and the men understood the assignment. They ran to the cars and disappeared. There was smoke and dust everywhere. Such was the urgency. The men returned with the old man in what seemed like a blink of an eye. They escorted him into the mansion like royalty. The man who had beaten him up was the first thing the old man saw as soon as he was inside. Seeing him in such a state made his doubts fade away. It diminished his anxiety. Camila ran to him as soon as she caught a glimpse of him. They both embraced each other passionately. The father and daughter shed a river of tears. The farmer was confused. The thugs had tried to improve how he looked but they couldn't pull off any miracles. The old man had an unmistakable blackeye. He was wearing a
No paved road led to Camila’s house. The car moved swiftly yet smoothly through the rocky and uneven road. Silence had been dominant in the car through most of the journey. Camila stared out of the window, lost in her thoughts. A part of her was sold to the cartel boss. She had expected to find an indifferent man ignorant to the feelings of the poor but in reality she ended up meeting one of the most empathetic persons she had ever seen. All those stories and rumors about him taking innocent lives and being cruel in general had no truth in them. He had gone out of his way to address Camila’s grievance. She felt a spark for him in her heart. But the man was ruthless. Although he cared for the poor, he still took lives mercilessly. The man was feared and Camila was also burdened by the crippling fear of what the man filled with so much empathy could become in an instant. Camila hadn't seen Hugo fire the hand cannon but she could imagine him doing so well enough to run a shiver through h
Camila was not accustomed to having a godlike figure in her house. She had all the right to be nervous. Hugo was seating himself when she almost gave herself a facepalm. She had forgotten all the etiquettes of hospitality. “Tea or Coffee,” she asked as she disappeared into the kitchen.“Just a glass of water.”Moments later, Hugo was getting fascinated with the handicrafts and painting on the walls. Everything in the house was linked to Colombian culture and it all looked hand made. He picked up a doll from the floor. He had never seen anything like it. His entire childhood had been flooded with imported toys and European devices. He realized that he was getting stalked by two little devils from the doorway. As soon as he looked at them, they disappeared. “Come on out. Don't be shy,” he said in a soothing voice. Two little heads emerged from behind the wall and reluctantly made their way towards Hugo. “What are your names?”“I’m Sofia and she’s Eleanora.”“And her?” he asked, point