2024-11-20 19:10:59“Follow us,” one of the guy says when Weston gets to them.
“To?”“You'll know when you get there.”“I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me where it is.”One of the guys took off his sunglasses. He has a tough look with that scar on his face. He looks into Weston's eyes. “You want us to drag you there?”Weston looks around. He has nothing to lose. He might as well follow them. The only problem is that he's damn hungry. Thanks to that fucking Coben's sister, he won't have to eat the precious food the chef chose for him.“After you,” Weston says.He walks with them. For more than five minutes, they walk. Weston is going to complain about his aching legs when they stop some feet away from a black car.“Go to that car,” one of the two guy says.Weston walks over to the car. The car door opens as soon as he gets there.He looks in. A guy he can't recognize is in the back seat.“Come
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“Um…nothing out of the ordinary. We just recruit people and we teach them stuff…” he brings out some papers from his briefcase and shoves it across the table. “There are about ten communities doing similar things to what we want to do in that document. You can go through them. I got every information you need to know about them already.” Weston picks the document. He flips through it. He can't identity any of the names in the document. “They're just ten here.”Thinking that Weston already agrees to them plan, the man glances at his son. They both smile.“For now, we have ten communities there. Most of them are making millions daily by just getting new members and collecting money from them in cunny ways,” the man explains.Weston nods. The man and his son smile at each other again.“The founder of most of the communities are just a few years older than you. You won't even need a job after college if you start now. I mean, what
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“We could discuss,” she says. “I'm not interested,” Weston say bluntly. He bites on his lower lip when he notices her fallen expression. “You're beautiful, but I'm not interested.” The waitress smiles. “It's okay.” She takes the piece of paper and leaves with it.Weston is halfway through eating when he hears some noises in the restaurant. Soon, people are running. Weston looks toward the door. He sees some men in black clothes, their faces covered with masks. Who the hell are they here for? Like hell, he should be allowed to finish his food without any drama. “Who is in charge of this place?” One of the men in black asks loudly. A woman runs over to them. They say some words to them that Weston doesn't hear. The woman nods her head obediently like a scared kid.“Heads down,” one of the men in black says. “If you look at us, you're dead.” There is shifting sounds of tables and chairs as everyone places t
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“You're so funny, Tiago,” one of the girls says. “Can I give you a massage? Like full body massage with mine? I'm sooooooo good at it that you'll be craving it another two seconds later,” the other weird girl says.“I kinda love that idea,” Santiago says.“San!” Weston calls. Santiago smiles when he sees Weston. He walks over to him. “Will you say hi to my girls?” Santiago asks even though he's already dragging Weston to them.“Girls, this is Weston. My best brother,” Santiago says.“He looks cute…” the girl who suggested the ‘full body massage’ earlier purrs like a damn kitten. “I need to talk to you,” Weston says. “Now?” Santiago glances at Weston.“Yeah. Now.” Santiago leans on the two girls, he kisses them one after the other. “Just a second.”“Alright.” The full body massage girl winks at Weston. Weston rolls his eyes on her.Outside, Santiago looks around
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“Don't smoke. You can get cancer from it,” he says.“You believe that bullshit?” “It's not bullshit. I won't want anyone around me to go through that creepy illness.” Lorette grunts. “I thought you needed something to calm your fucking nerves.”Weston takes out two wrapped things from his pocket. He gives one to Lorette and tears the other one.“Gum?” she laughs. “Am I supposed to chew this instead of my precious stick?”“It keeps you preoccupied. All you can get from it is a decayed tooth and that's still fair by me. You get to change that easily.” Lorette looks like she's going to protest but then, she shrugs and opens the wrapper and throws the gum in her mouth.“What are you doing around here?” Weston asks.“Doing some research.”Weston chuckles.“What?” “Well…nothing…just that I can't believe you're taking this seriously. We might leave anytime.”“I have alwa
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From outside, Weston swears the hotel looks normal, like the normal one you can pass the night. But getting inside, Weston shakes his head. Cigarette smokes mixed with some damn funny smell fills the air. How can a sane human survive in the midst of all these smell? As if reading his mind, Liam chuckles and pulls out a nose mask. He gives it to Weston. Weston quickly slips it over his face. They both go to the receptionist desk. The receptionist winks at Liam, say some words that sounds to Weston like code before giving him a note. Liam covers his head with his hoodie and they both walk down the hallway. They stop in front of a room. Weston reads the number of the room. 17. “I'm going to knock on the door, you wait for me outside and stop anyone from coming in,” Liam says in a quiet voice. “Okay.” “I trust you,” Liam says. Weston
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“You run and he dies!” Weston shouts. To rub in what he said, Weston takes out another gun from his pocket and points it at the fat belly man's head. “I can take care of myself!” The fat belly man says. At once the two men run off.Weston delivers a punch that sends the fat belly man crashing against the wall. He moves closer to the man's and kicks him until he is sure the man has has enough for the time being. “What…the hell do you want?” The fat belly man asks, breathing heavily.“Who are you?” “Fuck that stupid Sandra…you can't trust a bitch like her, I swear it. She might look…harmless but she isn't.” “You still haven't answer my question,” Weston says.“I'm not someone important. If you want money—”“Weston?” Weston hears Liam's voice.He turns around. “Let's go.”“I am—”Liam grabs Weston hand and runs with him out of the place. “Get in right now,” Liam sa
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Wow. When did it get to this? “I was just asking about your well-being.”“Thanks but it is none of your business,” the girl says, give him another warning glare before walking off angrily.Weston scoffs. What's wrong with her? “I guess you just got rejected,” Lorette's voice makes Weston to turn around.“Hey. Did you have a good sleep?” She shrugs. “Last night was crazy. Spent it outside the dorm.” Weston smirks.“By the way, how do you know her?” Lorette nudges in the direction the girl went.Weston walks over to her. “Saw her at a crazy hotel last night. Honestly, I thought she was hurt or something so I tried to ask her if she's cool.” He snorts. “Can't believe she threatened me.”“I have met a bunch of them in the last few hours. Their boyfriends are drug Lords and they are too ashame to admit it, so, why not? You know how rich those guys are?” Weston shakes his head. “I have something
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“A fool calling someone stupid,” the guy mutters. “Weston, can we discuss?” Before Weston can answer, Jose is already pulling him away. “Man, where are you taking me to?” Weston stops walking.“Staying with a fool like him will only make you like him in less than a second, the sooner we leave him the better.” “Is this the kind of guy you chose to move with, Weston?” The guy asks.“Um…I was so tired that day, I'd have attended your party. Do you still have another one coming up?” Weston asks ignoring the angry stare Jose is giving him.“Since you missed it—”“Just shut up already and let him go. Can't you tell he doesn't want to have anything to do with you?” Jose fires.“Talk to me again and you're dead.”“Fuck you and that dumb mouth of yours.” The guy walks over to Jose and grabs his shirt. “Do you want to die?” “If you don't get your hands off my shirt, you'll regret it for the
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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
