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Sold to Diaz Cartel She has suffered through it all.
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 14: She has suffered through it all..Janina wakes up, her heart beating incessantly and her erratic breathing puffing out of her lungs strongly, heavy with all the sorrow of a hunting nightmare.—The moment she nears the door she hears the unmistakable sound of pained screams, heart wrenching, soul breaking screams. A shiver travels through her spine as she knocks on the door.Nothing.Another scream breaks through the air and she can’t avoid reacting this time. Her muscles move almost autonomously as she opens the door and is met by a sad scene that strangles her heart with a silent cry.Althea is lying on her stomach over the kitchen table, her back open like a fruit without peel leaving the red muscle in contact with the air. Her skin is impossibly white and creates a gruesome contrast against the bright red of blood dripping down the side of her torso. Jana walks slowly towards her, all the air trapped inside her lungs as she waits for the figure
Sold to Diaz Cartel They all lived only for Diaz Cartel.
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 15: They all lived only for Diaz Cartel..“I miss him,” Diaz announces sighing. He puts the papers he has been reading down, stretching his sore muscles.“You have no right to talk. We are in this situation because of you.” Clyde responds, annoyance sipping in his voice. "And to think that even I was dragged into this.”“Don’t be dramatic.”“I haven’t been able to sleep with my wife in 12 days! Lucius probably gets to snuggle her as I lay sleepless on my bed.” The older complains to his brother with the same mannerism as a child making a tantrum. “I started smoking again, you know? It’s the only thing that helps me cope,” he confesses with a dramatic sigh. “I even got scolded by Jani.”“Maybe this is good. You are too dependant of her.”“It is love!”“Whatever. I’ll buy you nicotine patches,” Diaz brushes it off with a hand gesture.“You are still smoking?” Lucius shows up in the door, his hair a mess and blood splattered all over his face. “Jani will
Sold to Diaz Cartel why do you do the things that you do?
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 16: why do you do the things that you do? .The nights are getting warmer as the winter is slowly replaced by spring. The mansion is quiet, as it gets after the clock hits midnight, most of the random guards taking their leave. Even after all this time, Althea still can't find it in herself to sleep properly, specially now that she can walk again, always rather choosing to roam the empty corridors at night.She really tried tonight, she tried harder to stay still and sleep but nothing seemed to work. As the clock hit 3am, Althea finally gave up on sleep. She got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise, keeping a vigilant eye on Jana.The older had been extra caring lately, after she found the bed devoid of a certain blonde last week. Althea is not sure why Jana had become this worried about her, keeping her sleep light so she could wake up if Althea needed anything or if she wanted to leave unannounced.Once out of the room, she walked straight
Sold to Diaz Cartel One Word
Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 17: One Word .“Tell me, Lucius, why are you loyal to Diaz?”“Because I love him,” Lucius answers as if it was the only logical response. “He is my dearest friend. He has helped me so many times I wouldn’t be able to count them. I might be younger than him but I have the need to protect him, to shield him from any danger and do everything in my power to make him happy.”Althea’s mouth is dry. She never imagined how brutal words can be, yet, here she is. Being repeatedly punched while any hope warming her heart is being annihilated.“Even if it means...” She purposefully doesn’t finish the sentence, letting the question hang over Lucius.“No, no,” answers the raven. For a split second Althea lets herself claw to her fading hope. Deep down she knows but still, she wants to believe her anchor, her saviour, is on her side. She doesn’t want to let her light go. “Althea, Diaz breaking you is only his way to love you, to heal you into a better version of yo
Sold to Diaz Cartel The beginning of the end
Sold to Diaz Cartel .Chapter 18: The beginning of the end .“A dance studio…for me,” She repeats, unable to believe her ears. “I can dance again.”“Yes.”One word.That is all she needs to hear for her eyes to fill with tears.Althea twirls around the studio with tears falling down her face while she giggles happily. Diaz has never heard anything more beautiful, truly the laugh of an angel. Not wanting to interrupt, he walks silently towards the corner of the room where the sound system stands, connects his phone and presses the first song he finds.“Since you haven’t been exercising in a while I will only allow you to stay here for the next 20 minutes,” announces the older as he sits down on the only chair near the speakers.Euphoric, Althea nods fervently, thankful to even be allowed to stand anywhere near a studio. The blonde starts stretching without wasting a single second, eager to start dancing. Even in all her excitement, she takes extra time to warm up her muscles, her b
Sold to Diaz Cartel It is what it is.
Sold to Diaz Cartel .Chapter 19: It is what it is..During the next weeks, Harley sits on the corner of the studio, managing the music for the younger while she dances. Althea tries to talk to him multiple times, not being used to people not warming up to her sweet personality. She doesn’t understand why the older goes to such lengths as to avoid her entirely during the day, materialising out of thin air once the clock hits 6pm.The cook omits the dancing blonde in exchange of looking at the million drops of water breaking against the glass of the window, silently ignoring Althea when she smiles at him.“Uh, could you...” Althea mumbles in a whisper. Her voice is so low Harley barely hears it. He looks at the blonde standing shyly in front of him, a light blush covering her cheeks and ears as she tries to speak clearly.“What?”“The song. Could you...repeat it?” Althea digs her nails on her palm. Talking to Harley makes her uncomfortable, specially since he ignores her so ferven
Sold to Diaz Cartel It is what it is.
Sold to Diaz Cartel .Chapter 19: It is what it is..During the next weeks, Harley sits on the corner of the studio, managing the music for the younger while she dances. Althea tries to talk to him multiple times, not being used to people not warming up to her sweet personality. She doesn’t understand why the older goes to such lengths as to avoid her entirely during the day, materialising out of thin air once the clock hits 6pm.The cook omits the dancing blonde in exchange of looking at the million drops of water breaking against the glass of the window, silently ignoring Althea when she smiles at him.“Uh, could you...” Althea mumbles in a whisper. Her voice is so low Harley barely hears it. He looks at the blonde standing shyly in front of him, a light blush covering her cheeks and ears as she tries to speak clearly.“What?”“The song. Could you...repeat it?” Althea digs her nails on her palm. Talking to Harley makes her uncomfortable, specially since he ignores her so ferven
Sold to Diaz Cartel it is only a matter of time.
Sold to Diaz Cartel .Chapter 20: it is only a matter of time..It takes Harley until almost midnight to finish cleaning the kitchen once more after dinner and organising everything for the next day’s breakfast. He is tired, every muscle in his legs screaming for him to sit down and rest as he slowly walks to his room, ready to jump on his bed. If he goes to sleep immediately he can still catch four hours or so of sleep.“Hey!” Exclaims a voice that turns his sore muscles into stone. “What was the only thing I told you to do, hm?”Diaz is standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest and gloomy expression hardening his, otherwise, youthful features.“Make a four course dinner that includes stake and pork,” Harley whispers keeping his head down.There isn’t many times when Diaz speaks to him other than to give vague orders as to what he wants to eat, which only allows for short interactions between them. Having to stand in here, alone with him in the kitchen, scares Harley the
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