2025-02-08 19:10:48“That's not what I mean.” Santiago sits beside him. “You know, like, there are some women you'll see and your heart will flutter. You'll feel butterflies in your stomach, that kind of shit.”
“Man, if you have those symptoms, you need a visit to the hospital right away. No normal person feels some butterflies in his stomach,” Weston says.“No. Look.” Santiago adjusts on his seat to get Weston's full attention. “There are some girls that you see, like, you might even kiss them and feel—”“What the fuck are you doing right now, San?” Lorette cuts in.“Look at her face, Weston, you'll see that she has feelings for you,” Santiago says. “You see how red her face is?”Weston glances at her. “Why won't her face be red when you're talking about what doesn't make sense.”“Like, Weston,” Santiago says. “You can kiss her to know if you have feelings for her. I can excuse my—”“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Lorette shouts. <
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“This guy had a website where he wrote about celebrities dating scandals. Like I was shocked. I mean, he told me he might decide that today, he'd post about two celebrities that never had any public relationship that had them together in the past and boom, he'd edit their pictures and make it look like they're kissing.” “Fuck! What sort of guy is that?” Santiago laughs. “I mean, sometimes, he'd pair celebrities that were already married against some other celebrities.” “I don't see how that makes him money,” Lorette says. “I'm not done,” Weston says. “So, he told me those celebrity's agency would reach out to him and ask him to take the post down or something like that and they'll pay him. He showed me how much he was making. It was nothing less than ten thousand dollars per day.“So, I asked him to teach me. You know, he's a cool guy so he taught me. I created my website and all that shit. I decided to post about these two people. Yo
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“I…” Weston chuckles. “I had no idea this is the type of person you think I am. Honestly, I just can't say I'm disappointed but what I feel is something close to it.” “I'm sorry.” “Look, man.” Weston drops the remote in his hand and looks at Santiago. “I get that we have personal secrets, I get that there are some personal shit we can't tell anyone but anything that relates to this fucking mission, we have to tell one another about it. It's not like I want to spend the rest of my life doing this shit.”Santiago swallows hard. “I'm really sorry. I promise to tell you everything from now on.” Weston sighs. “I'm really sorry.”“I heard the first time,” Weston says. “About that guy, that guy I was telling you about?”“Jace?” Weston asks. He hears a gasp from Santiago. “How come you know his name?”“Coben told me about him.”“Coben?” Santiago frowns. “I had no idea you're close to tha
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“I guess. You could say that. So, any other plan?” Weston says, changing the topic as fast as he can. He isn't about to start explaining his shitty life to Lorette and Santiago right now. “That's the only thing I have in mind.”“How about in the meantime, we do more research on Jace?” Weston asks. Well, he really can't put it past Jace to be up to that shit but he can't allow his differences against Jace to judge right now. “Since we're done with the campus, I'll have to go get some of my things,” Weston says. “Anything I can't help you get?” Santiago asks.“What?” Weston glances at him. “Even myself , I'm not going to the campus. I already arranged for some people to get my things.” “But…why? It isn't too much for us to do.” “You know, I was just thinking it'd be better to have people get our things for us. That way, we won't have to explain why we are suddenly leaving. Does it make sense?” Santiago asks.
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“And about Wesley,” Santiago says. “He's going to create problems for us in the future. He's getting too stupid. How could he appear on the stage with a fucking dead baby?” “I know, right? He probably thinks because he's famous, he can do shit as he likes. I warned him not to do crazy stuff but he clearly doesn't listen.”Santiago hisses. That's what he gets for turning a fucking murderer into a ‘singer’. “You know what, sir? I think it's time to end his fucking life. How much has he made us so far?” “I checked two hours ago, from his concerts and fan meets, he's made about three hundred and seventeen million dollars.” “I guess he enjoyed the fame.” Santiago taps a finger on the steering wheel. They don't have anything to lose if Wesley dies now. “Send two people to poison him tonight. Make it look like some staff poisoned him. So that he can make money for us even in death. Those fucking fans need some sob story to continue making money for
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Weston looks around. What the hell is going on? “Sir, I-I am sorry. This car isn't mine. My boss sent me on an errand with this,” the man says. “My boss will surely kill me if I go home with the car like this. My wife and daughter are waiting for my salary to have their meal tonight and there is no way I'm getting a salary if I return the car to my boss like this.”“So, what do you want me to do?”“Anyway you can be of help, I'll appreciate it.” Weston nods. “I'll help you by walking away. Because if I were to react based on what you accused me of, you'd spend a day or two in detainment for accusing me of what I didn't do.” Weston goes around to the driver's seat, ignoring the man's plea. Some people surely are daring.He hisses and drops the grocery bag in the passenger’s seat. Yeah, the man is desperate. Yeah, the man needs help but he shouldn't have done that. Weston pulls out of the parking lot. He's on the road,
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“She turned five some weeks ago,” the man says. Weston notices a smile, this time a big smile on the man's face. “She's very good at arithmetic. Sometimes I'm watching her solve arithmetic problems and I'm wondering where she got her brain from.” Exactly, Weston thinks. Hannah loves mathematics. Sometimes he'd be the one to force her to get some food down her stomach once she starts to solve those questions. “She's also good at talking, boy oh boy. She…” the man chuckles. “She says things that are bigger than her age. And, I just realized some other things about in the last few weeks and it's her love for cooking. She's been turning my kitchen into a mess.” “That must be tedious,” Weston mutters. “It's nothing to me. The fascination I get from watching her is enough not to mind the mess.” Weston chuckles. “And now, she's been begging me to take her to a museum. I think she just found some crazy passion for artifac
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Ivy looks at him sharply. “Who said I still find you beautiful?” “If you're not going to get married to me, don't talk shit—”“I didn't love you when I met you back then,” Weston confesses. “I'm being honest with you right now, it wasn't love I felt for you. I admit I was infatuated, I was just fifteen, I get infatuated by women from time to time but the reason I agreed to allow you to live with me was because I was sorry for you.” “Shut—”“I'm not done,” Weston says. “I ran away from home too when you saw me. But, did…” Weston laughs drily. “I was hoping you'd ask me why I ran away from home but you never did ask me.”“I…asked…I…didn't I ask?” “When did you ask?” Weston counters. “Don't tell me you're holding a grudge because of that shitty thing. You're not a kid—”“You never did ask, Ivy. I was hoping you were going to ask me.” “Sorry about that but it's in the past now. As you said, w
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The man walks closer to Weston. “I have met a lot of guys like you who prove stubborn at first but the moment I whip them the first time, they're screaming their mom's name. On the second whip, they're peeing in their pants. On the third whip, they faint. On the fourth, they're back to consciousness. On the fifth, they're begging me, apologizing to me as if I am the one they wrong. So this whip—” the man shakes the whip in Weston's face. “—This whip is a miracle worker. I'm guessing, with your stubbornness, you're going to get more than five of these. I haven't gotten past five whips before but it doesn't hurt to experiment, huh? I'm whipping you eight times.”Weston walks closer to the man having had enough of the chatter. The man laughs. “What are you doing—” a loud groan fills the air. Weston gives the man one more punch in his big stomach near the kidney area. The man falls backward, crashing on the ground like an eighty kilogram bag of ric
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“I have now,” Weston drops the picture frame on the sofa and carries Hannah in arms. “How is that? Did they disappear and come back?” She asks. “Daddy, how do people become people? I have not seen anyone jump down from the sky. Are there places where people go to pick babies? Daddy…answer me…” she whines as he carries her in the car. “Which of them should I answer first?” “When I grow up, can I become an actor? I will be on the screen. Will you watch my movies?” “Of course. Why won't I?” About two hours later when Weston drives to his parents house, Hannah is sleeping in the back seat probably tired of rambling for hours. He smiles as he parks the park and wakes her. “Have we arrived?” She asks, looking at him sleepily. Weston nods. “Big pop and lala are waiting to see you.” He helps her get out of the car and holds her hand. He's barely climbed the first step leading to the house when his mother rushes
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Later that evening, Weston is in the sitting room, watching Lorette and Hannah have one of their long funny conversations as they prepare for a visit to his parents. “When I grow older, I want to be a museum tour guide,” Hannah says. “Didn't you say you want to be a make-up artist some minutes ago?” Lorette asks as he helps her into her shoes. “I can do that as a side job. When I don't have clients in the shop, I'll quickly go to the museum,” Hannah says. “What about the online cooking tutorials? How are you going to have time for that?” “Oh…that? Daddy, I can shoot videos at midnight, right?” Weston frowns. “When are you going to sleep then?” “I can sleep for two hours.” “Two hours?” Weston asks in horror. “Yes. I am going to shoot the cooking tutorial videos for like two hours. Another two hours, I'll use it to shoot videos for my dance clas
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Three days later, Weston knocks at the door of a hospital room before going in. The patient on the bed raises his head. He stares at Weston then at Hannah whom Weston is holding.“You're okay?” Weston asks before realizing it's the dumbest question to ask a person on a hospital bed. “Yes…?” Jose answers. Weston can't really tell if Jose is trying to play dumb too or he doesn't know what he's saying. “Hannah, meet Jose, he's one of the best friends that daddy has,” Weston tells his daughter. “And, Jose, this is my daughter.” Jose's mouth parts slightly. He closes it a few seconds later and smiles. “She…she looks young.” Weston chuckles. “Young? What's a five year old supposed to look like? Old?” “I…sorry. I mean. Shit. You have a sure way of taking me by surprise.” “You think so?” Weston strides to Jose's bed. He drops the fruit basket in his hand on the table. “Last time I checked, you did some
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“Hey, Santiago,” his godfather says once there is an answer at the other end. “How are you, sir?”“I…I'm sorry.” His godfather shut his eyes. “What the fuck did you do again? I already told you I got Weston and Lorette covered. I have Weston's kid with me, I'll use her to—” “That's not it,” his father cuts in quickly. “I…um…I told Weston about Dylan.” For a lot of seconds, there is silence at the other end. “Where are you?” Santiago's voice is unbelievably too calm for the revelation. “Home, of course.” “Let's talk face to face.” Then the line goes off. The phone falls from his godfather's hand. He runs his hand through his grey hair. “You have a kid?” “Am I supposed to answer that?” “If I knew you had a kid, I'd have abducted her and used her against you. I had no idea at all.”What? Is he out of his mind? His godfather raises his head and looks at Weston. “Once San
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Weston can tell from the look on her face that there is something more. He waits for her to tell him. “I stumbled in on San and his father arguing one day, San was kind of telling his father to keep shut if he doesn't want his ass in the pool.” Weston waits. He's sure she isn't just telling him just for telling sake. There must be something more. He waits a while longer, forcing his damn brain not to think his daughter is five and she's with fucking Santiago. “He hates it when people snitch on him,” Lorette adds. “Kind of…he…” she lets out a deep breath. “Sorry. I just…I had no idea I'd be telling this to anyone.” For some seconds, she stops to get her emotions back together. “Even if San tells me something as little as what he ate last night that nobody knows about, he doesn't want me to tell anyone. When…I think we were sixteen when I first realized it. He told me he was fooling around with a girl and I kind of jokingly told the girl to tak
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Weston stops the car and runs his hand through his hair. “I begged you, apologized to you, did all sorts of things but you still didn't agree to get married to me, so why do you keep asking about your daughter?” “When did you apologize to me?” There is silence at the other end before Ivy starts to talk. “Okay, since you want to hear it, I'mma tell you. If there is anything I regret, it's having Hannah. I thought you would dump me for some other women later if I didn't have a child for you since you don't really seem all that ready to get married to me. I needed something to assure me you're not going anywhere and getting pregnant seemed like the best deal.” Weston bites hard on his lower lip. “You must have figured this out but I stopped using contraceptives without telling you. But I'm starting to realize it's all stupid now. If I knew Hannah was going to be a burden to me, I wouldn't have gotten pregna
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With rage, he dials Santiago's number. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” He shouts. “Hey, you wanna make me deaf or something?” “Whatever shit you're up to, you should know better than to involve my daughter.” “What can you do?” “Where the hell are you?” “Not so easy, bro. Not so easy. I need to spend some time playing with Hannah and getting to know her before we come to an agreement of what to do. Till then, stay anxious.” With that, the line goes off. Weston dials the number again, it doesn't ring. Obviously, Santiago blocked him. He dials another number. “Find out where that fucking bastard is.” “Alright, sir.” He dials his father's number. “I need to find out where Santiago is.” “Okay. Is everything okay?” “No but I don't have the
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Weston comes out of his car. It's been more than thirty minutes since the cop pulled him over but he's not responded to him since then. The other cars he pulled over before Weston's are long gone and the cop doesn't seem like he has anything he's doing at the moment. “Excuse me,” Weston calls the cop’s attention. The cop glances at Weston. “I'll attend to you soon, I'm quite busy.” “If you're not going to come check whatever it is that you want to check, I might as well start going. I didn't do anything wrong in the first place.” “You didn't do anything wrong?” The cop scoffs. “Was that how you were supposed to put on your seatbelt? Was that how you were supposed to fasten it?!” Weston frowns. “What?” Is there a certain way to fasten seat belts? “Come with me,” the cop says, already walking to Weston's car. They get to the car and t
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“Daddy was smiling in the picture Abigail gave to me. And, daddy only smiles when he is with people he likes.” Santiago chuckles again. “How old are you?” “I am five years old. How old are you?” “Me? I'm the same age as your father.” “Daddy is…um…twenty five. You're twenty five?!” She asks in surprise.Santiago nods. “Yeah. Why?”“Daddy said monsters are old, like five hundred years old. And Father Richard said only monsters kill people. Does that mean you're a young monster?” The smile dies off Santiago's face. “I'm not a fucking monster.”“‘Fucking’? What does that mean? Do you have a dictionary? I'll look up the meaning.” “I mean, I'm not a monster. That's the meaning.” He glances at Hannah to see her staring at him. The glasses on her face feel like some gadget she's using to scan his thoughts. “What…” he clears his throat. “You can't see without your glasses?” She sighs. “It's a lon
