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5% The Dark Side / Chapter 3: Chapter 3

บท 3: Chapter 3

Alex's POV

I let out a distressed groan, my eyelids fluttering open. They immediately meet bright lights and I raise my hand, shielding them.

"Where the hell am I?" I mumble unhappily, my body aching in ten different places. I blow out an annoyed breath, the familiar sounds of beeping surrounding me.

"A hospital? Are you kidding me." I mutter, reaching up to rub my eyes.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?"

I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He's sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on his other leg. He doesn't look happy.

"Father." I mutter, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. He hates it when I call him that, I always do it on purpose. Papa lets out an annoyed huff at my tone of voice and I knew if I wasn't lying in a hospital bed, he'd slap me over the head for it.

"Watch your tone. You were stupid tonight Alex, even you should realize that." He snaps, raising his hands as he speaks. He's the type of person to talk with his hands, it's beyond irritating.

"I didn't know he was going to stab me, did I? Otherwise I never would have agreed to meet him in the first place! This has been going of for years now Dad, it needs to end." I snap back, unable to believe he's pissed off at me. Not the other guys, me.

"Don't act like you don't want revenge just as much as I do. Don't you remember what they did to us, what this entire town did to us?"

His questions are rhetorical, aimed to remind me of the reason behind our actions. I tense my jaw up, the anger inside my stomach bubbling away, beginning to rise to the surface.

"We will continue to stay on top Alex. We have worked too damn hard for us to give it all away now!"

I don't like the way he's speaking to me but I know he's right. I simply nod, turning to face away from him. I don't want to see the fire in his eyes, I don't want to accidentally look closer and see the pain behind that fire.

It scares me because he's me.

I see myself in his eyes.

"I know Papa. I'm sorry."

He pauses, knowing my apologies are rare. A comfortable silence falls upon us and he sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair. He looks tired, the creases around his eyes deepening further than usual. I reach over, wincing from the pain in my stomach. My hand wraps around a spare hospital blanket and I pass it over to him silently.

"Thank you Alex."

I don't reply and instead sink further into my covers, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. Flashbacks of me lying on the floor enter my mind and I sit up straighter, glancing out of the hospital room window. There's no-one there.

"The girl is gone."

Disappointment settles inside me and I push it further away, making myself emotionless. Why do I care if she left? I barely remember her anyway.

The truth is, I'm lying.

If I close my eyes, I can see every beautiful feature. Her dark hair that fell around her shoulders, falling in loose curls. Her heart shaped face, complete with a set of grey eyes and long, flirty lashes. I remember gazing at her lips, in awe of how plump and full they were. The kind of lips where if you press against them, it feels like your sinking, further and further. The corners of my lips tug upwards as I remember how she threatened to stab me, with a friggin' house key. A key.

The fear in her eyes didn't last long and I knew behind the innocent freckles scattered across her cheeks, she is strong.

"Did she say anything to you?" I ask, making my words sound emotionless. I silently pray he doesn't hear the enthusiasm behind my voice. I couldn't help it, I'm intrigued. I want to know more about her.

"She said her name was Ariana."

Ariana.

Sweet but feisty. It suits her perfectly.

"What did she tell the police?" I ask, changing the subject. I push Ariana's face to the back of my mind, focusing on my main goal instead. First of all, it's going to take weeks to recover my strength and muscle. After that, I need to get revenge. My hands curl up into tight fists as I begin to plot my vengeance.

"I have no idea. I do not know how much she saw. Let's hope it wasn't much, we don't need the feds sniffing around us."

Even though Papa is partially sleeping, his words are still pronounced perfectly, dropping from his tongue in a smooth voice. I remember spending endless days listening to him talk before he finally began to teach me English. A few months later, I was fluent.

"Juan mentioned something to me earlier on in the day. He said you were planning to go back to Valencia. Is this true?"

My voice is emotionless, my words blunt. Inside, I'm hurting. Valencia is our home town in Spain, we left when I was five. I remember my multiple aunts and uncles, cousins and friends. I still remember them. Papa remains quiet, his eyes looking straight ahead at the wall.

"Juan never should have told you that."

That's all he could say to me.

"You promised me Papa! You promised me that we would both go back after we seek revenge. You're breaking your promise."

The five year old little boy inside of me begins to break down, his voice broken. Papa doesn't flinch, his features cold and distant. It's who who is, his cold heart is what makes him the man he is today.

Moments of silence pass between us and I scoff, turning to face away from him. I can't bear to look at him, the disgust and disappointment overtaking my expression. I remind myself of who I am, remind myself of my own strength. I don't need him. I can do this myself.

"I won't be gone for long."

"Whatever Papa, whatever." I snap, my jaw clenched tightly as I stare up at the ceiling.


บท 4: Chapter 4

Alex's POV

"Dude, seriously. I need to get laid. It's been like, three days." I groan, running a hand over my face. My best friend, Caleb is sat on the end of my bed, controller in his hand. He turns to face me as soon as the battle is over on the screen, his eyes lighting up with humour.

"You need to get yourself a girlfriend, the sex is like almost every day." Caleb grins, his smile lighting up his face. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at his head, watching as it bounces off him.

"Fuck having a girlfriend. Girlfriends are a major pain the ass. How many times has Nikki messaged you since you've been at mine?" I question, my eyebrow raised at him. He drops his gaze to his phone, the cockiness disappearing from his features.

"Six? Seven?" I tease him, a smirk plastered on my face as I realize I'm right. My point made exactly.

"It's actually eight times," Caleb mutters, grimacing before turning his phone off. I let out a loud whoop, fist pumping the air.

"See, dude? I'm always right. Girlfriends are crazy. She'll be driving herself insane thinking your cheating on her when really, you're keeping my miserable ass company."

"I agree with you partially but don't tell Nikki that. She'll bite my head off." Caleb mutters unhappily, reaching over for another slice of pizza.

"Is your right hand not good enough anymore? The doctor said you need to rest, sex is not resting." Caleb shot me an amused look and I scowl at him in return.

"Shut up. Sex heals everything." I grin, reaching over for my phone.

"I need someone who isn't crazy. I can't have her going all Karma Sutra on me when I've just been stabbed."

We both turn to look at each other, thinking the exact same thing.

"Kelsey?" I say, already scrolling through my contacts to find her. Caleb nods in agreement-

"She's your best bet man. She isn't adventurous but she'll get the job done."

I can't help but laugh at him, shaking my head at his thoughts towards girls. I couldn't judge him, I'm the exact same. There's never been anyone special enough for me, all they want is to sleep with me and move on. That's more than fine by me.

"He's too dangerous."

"He's not a family guy, he'll cheat and leave you broken hearted."

"Alex is bad news, stay away from him."

I've heard it all.

For women, I'm good enough to sleep with. But, a relationship? None of them have the guts for that. I send her a text quickly, something along the lines of missing her, wanting to meet up... blah blah.

"Done?" Caleb asks me and I nod silently, placing my phone back onto my desk.

"Alex!"

"Alex! Get down here!"

I groan and roll over, my body hitting something warm behind me. I sit up in bed and turn, memories of last night flooding back to me. Kelsey is sleeping soundly beside me, her blonde hair messily sprawled across my pillow. I carefully climb out of bed, hoping she'll wake up soon and leave. I slowly get dressed, wincing as the pain in my stomach increases from the movement.

"Alex! por el amor de Dios!"

I roll my eyes and reach for my door handle, prying my door open.

"Papa, give me a second! And stop using Gods name in vain!" I yell sarcastically, hearing him reply back with multiple curse words. It's a mixture of Spanish and English and I can't help but chuckle. He might be crazy but I still love the son of a bitch.

I lazily walk down the stairs, yawning behind my hand. Papa is in the living room, pacing back and forth. I notice Juan seated on the couch, a joint in his mouth. No surprise there.

"Hola Juan." I mutter, heading for the kitchen. He grunts back at me in response and I roll my eyes, hating he is the only blood we have living in England. Everyone else is back home in Spain, waiting for all three of us to come back. I reach for a banana, peeling it before biting half of it off and chewing it. I can hear Papa's footsteps quicken up and I know if I don't see him soon, he'll burn right through the floor with his shoes.

"What's wrong?" I ask, entering the living room. I walk over to the couch and drop myself down onto it, placing my feet onto the soft leather. Papa turns towards me, his jaw locked angrily. It doesn't phase me, he's always angry.

"The drug deal you did yesterday, where is the money?" Papa asks, his eyes burning holes through mine. I shrug, nodding over in Juan's direction.

"Juan came with me. He took the bag with the fifteen thousand in it, ask him."

Juan's eyes immediately widen and considering he's always high, it's a clear sign of his guilt. Papa takes a threatening step towards Juan, his wide shoulders tensing up.

"Where the fuck is my money?"

Juan glares angrily in my direction and I shrug again, a small smile on my face. I take another bite of the banana and smack my lips loudly, enjoying watching Juan squirm under my father's intense stare.

"Asshole." Juan mutters under his breath and I scowl at him, sitting up to lean towards him.

"If you weren't family, I would have chopped off your dick and fed it to the neighbors dog by now."

My words are meant to be a threat, laced with a sick humour. Juan's jaw locks tightly and he jumps off his seat in one swift movement, charging towards me. I simply sit back, not phased in the slightly. Juan doesn't stop until he's inches away from my face, his dark eyes burning with hatred.

"I am ashamed to share blood with you." He hisses, his spit landing on my face. I grimace and shove at his chest, pushing him backwards.

"You're fucking disgusting Juan. Get out of my face with your frothing rabies."

I anger him further but lean back and grin, my intentions were to piss him off further. I sneak a glance at Papa who is standing behind Juan, his lips twitching from my insult. Papa couldn't stand Juan either, we simply put up with him because he's family.

"Juan, I won't ask you again. Where is my money?" Papa demands, his voice rising. I watch Juan take a seat back in his chair and narrow my eyes at him, noticing his suspicious behaviour. He's avoiding eye contact, with both of us.

"I owed it out jefe. I promise I'll pay you back by next week, with interest!" He pleads, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. Papa takes another step towards him, crouching on his knees so that he's eye level with him. I watch as he stares him down for a few seconds, a tactic he'd also taught me. It broke your victims down, intimidating them so much, they give you whatever you want.

"Never, ever, steal my money again without asking me first. I won't hesitate to get rid of you Juan, do not test me."

His words are quiet yet let Juan know, he's not messing around. Papa is a man you do not play games with. Juan nods profusely, his eyes widening further.

"I w-won't do it again jefe, I promise. I'll have your money back by next week!"

I can see him shaking with fear and roll my eyes once again. This is why Juan doesn't do interrogations. He's a wimp, gives in to fear too easily. I jump off the couch and walk over to him, slapping his shoulders a few times.

"Let's make sure you bring double back, okay Juan?"

He nods again, a little less enthusiastically this time. I can see the hatred for me flash through his eyes once again and I chuckle, amused.

"Oh Juan, you do cheer me up." He scowls at me in return.


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