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I got a call from Patricia after I impatiently listened to her mom's rants about Aline. She wouldn't stop explaining to me about Aline's mom betrayal and why I shouldn't do thesame to her daughter. I got just another headache seeing Patricia's call.
Patricia probably told her she saw I and Aline together. Who the hell cares?
I picked up her call, "Fernandéz".
"Did my mom called you? she insisted on talking to you personally". She said softly.
I dropped two ice cubes in the full glass of scotch I'm about to take, Patricia cleared her throat.
"Are you even trying to take that headline of you and Aline together down Marquez?".
"No".
"I knew it! I knew it would've been long gone if you wanted it to but no worries...... I'll do that myself! Marquez why were you even with Aline of all people this morning?".
"And at a public place? a picture of you laughing with her is going viral, I've never even see you laugh at me before". She complained reminding me of a spoilt child.
Aline's facial expression when I busted out laughing at whatever she said had me bemused. It's weird how my lips would never stop twitching just remembering her. How strange!
This shit has never happened before!
Her voice cracked up on the phone, "Marquez please say something! I'm about to cry right now, Aline is the last person on earth I would want to see you laughing with.......I hate her Marquez, I hate everything about her".
"You can't like her Marquez, you simply can't! I love you Marquez! I fell the first day I saw you and.....",
My headache kicks in suddenly; a sharp pain tumbled down my head and I felt every one of her rants left my brain instantly, I immediately loosen up...... I groan as my hands shook despite my struggle to release myself, the glass of scotch dropped and shattered into pieces.
"hello? are you even listening to me?I said I love you! Reply me at least!......hello?".
I heard Patricia say something below her voice, I couldn't hear her properly. I needed my painkillers or else I would just pass out again! Fuck shit!
"Marquez? you in?". A knock on my study room gave me some strength, I stood up from my desk and immediately landed to the floor.
Fuck!!!..
My younger brother Lopéz came in as quickly rushed to my aid, "Fuck Marquez! What happened? you okay?". lol
I took it and felt better. The headache and the pain was gone and I quickly took a grip of myself, I hate being weak! It angers the fuck outta me!
I sat back on my desk with my legs crossed and turned on my lighter.
"This headache of yours is getting fucking much! You need to go see a doctor".
I looked up at Lopéz, "Shut it and get outta here".
He passed me a file, "Anyways, Sam came by and asked me to give you this, who's this Aline girl you're investigating?".
I opened the file gave to me. It was a full background check I needed to do on her, this will probably satisfy my curiosity and I can finally rid of her.
"I saw that picture online too". Lopéz rubs his chin out of curiosity. "Oh fuck Marquez you were laughing and smiling with her at that small coffee house, how did she managed to do that?".
"Get me a bottle of scotch". I ordered.
"Hell no- not until you tell me who this Aline Mendes is to you". He sat on my table trying to piss me off.
"Lopèz get out of my face right now or I'll kick you out of my house and render you homeless".
He laughed instead.
I raised a brow meaning every word I said, he quickly stopped laughing. "Fine I'll go". He did as he said.
I was alone in my own space, thinking again about Aline Mendes. I studied her profile, she was born into an average family of three- her dad died when she was nine in an accident and Aline and her mom was taken in by the Smiths later on as a caretaker for Patricia.
She was Patricia's best friend till she was nineteen when the whole cheating incident between her mother and Eugene happened and they had a huge fight and all seperated.
Oh she's a college dropout too?...
This was a deep rooted personal information Samuel got for me, I shouldn't be invading her privacy this much but since I find myself curious about her this whole information should sort my curiosity out. I've no business thinking about her again.
Good!
I sharply closed the file and opened my drawer, I remembered Aline forgetting her worker's card at the table because she was in a rush to leave the awkward situation I placed her in! Hell she's always out of touch with herself! That's an irritable sign! I hate it!
She had me upset! What the hell?!
I took her card out and saw her smiley face on it, her work information and number was there too.
hmm Aline....
Should I call? or not?
It's so fucking strange I'm having a thought about this! Why the hell do I wanna call her for?! The lady probably has a relationship with her 'boss' considering the way she was livid when Hector Rodriquez touched her shoulders! I'm fucking sure they don't have just a work relationship, its more than that!..
I don't fucking interact with my personal assistant like that. Hell I don't even know her last name!
I turned on my lighter again deciding whether to call her line or not to bother.
I dialed her line number. This should be quick!
The hell she didn't pick my call!
What the fuck!
I dialed again and still no response.
Fuck! Did I just get ignored?
No living person on earth ever ignores my call!
My phone vibrated, she was calling back.
Good!
"Aline Mendes, who am I speaking with?".
Her voice rang in my ear like a sweet music. Aline Mendes....
"Hello? who am I speaking with?". She repeated this time impatiently.
"Your worker's card is with me, should I trash it?",
"Wait! what? who?...", I heard a short gasp, she's probably livid to hear me!
"Marquez Fernandéz!.....umm Mr Fernandéz!".
She seem to always stammer whenever we talk...hell
"How did you get my number? I didn't remember giving it to you". She said. Her voice a bit bolder.
"Should I trash it or not?".
"What?of course not! I can't resume to work on Monday without it".
"I totally was forgetful", she sighs, "How can I get it?".
I smirked. "I'll send you my home address".
I hung up instantly. She called back, my lips twitch in a small smile.
"Hi! Umm what do you mean your home address?....w-why?". She stammered again.
"You don't expect me to come to you do you?".
She fell short of silence, is she gonna speak or not? "I-I mean that won't be bad either".
I almost laughed. How's she effortlessly funny? Me come over to a woman's place? Hell would reign!
"Come get it tomorrow morning or I'm trashing it". I hung up.
I placed my hand on my chin and gaze at her smiley face, she's smiling down at me. Even her smile makes me want to smile, hell I won't be controlled!
She called again.
"Mr Fernandéz...I mean Marquez, please can you reconsider? I don't want to get on Patricia's bad side, she's your fianceé".
She's definitely reminding me on purpose.
"2pm tomorrow". I hung up and dropped my phone.
Lopèz entered with two bottle of scotch and two glasses,
"Are you done investigating that innocent girl? let's drink brother".
I grabbed my bottle and glass walking out of my study room, he followed behind.
"You not drinking tonight?".
"I'm good".
"How're you going to sleep properly without drinking?". He blurted.
I turned and faced him for a good explanation, "What the fuck did you just say?".
"There's no need hiding it Marquez, I know you can't sleep well without getting drunk, those yells and-",
"Shut your hole and disappear".
"Marquez c'mon....",
I left to my room. I dropped the bottle and glass on my bedside table and took a night shower. I laid on my king size bed and stared straight at my ceiling, it's so hard to sleep off without getting high and drunk...... I've been so used to this for a long time.
I needed to try sleeping without being drunk. Let's see how it goes.
I shut my eyes closed and felt darkness surrounded me suddenly,
"Marquez? Marquez? Where are you my boy?".
"You've only a minute to come out of your hole or else I'll get real mad at ya".
"Marquez!!! Stop being a coward! You're twelve now! Don't be a weakling my boy".
I hid behind the small cottage shaking profusely, my knees hugged my chest as beads of sweats ran through my forehead.
"Marquez!! Marquez!! Marquez!!".
I heard his footsteps so close-close and closer, I tried keeping my breath as if he could hear that little trace. The cottage door swung open and I saw his deadly face,
"This is where you're my boy, you see? I'll always seek wherever you hide my little boy".
His huge hands wiped my sweat away, I shook more. I panted.
"What is it Marquez?".
"I-I-I...... I'm s-so s-scared....",
"Of what?".
"Y-you".
"I promise you're safe with me, I need you to trust me....... I'll never harm you Marquez, you're my little boy".
"B-but I saw you...I saw you with a gun.....b-blood......you killed that family".
"Oh that? don't pity them my boy, they wanted to betray me...... it's not good trying to bit the hand that feeds you".
"What about me then? W-what if I try to run and-",
He immediately pointed a pistol onto my forehead, I saw his eyes changed from a loving man to a merciless murderer.
"Your younger ones will come first.......boom!the little one Pedro and then Lopéz......boom!again Alfonso".
I panted heavily.
"A-and me?what will you do to me?".
He smiled. "You will receive a hell so better than that of the devil".
I gasped and shut my eyes opened trying to catch a breath.
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