2024-11-25 19:10:21From 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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The anger in Jose's eyes lessens by a percent. “What?” “No one has ever beat me in video games.” “Are you kidding me?” “It's much better to try to win against me than to spend your energy on that guy.” Jose doesn't say anything for some seconds. He shakes his head. “If not for you, man…Rex would be dead tonight. I ain't capping.”“I know.” Jose withdraws his hand from Weston's. He looks up at the sky. He doesn't talk for a long time which Weston assumes he's using to calm himself.“Let's see how good you are,” Jose finally says and goes inside.Like hell, Weston doesn't know how, but he might as well say he's never felt this kind of feeling before. Like the feeling of achievement. Okay, maybe he's felt it once. When he first got the news that Hannah is born.What happened just now, Weston needs no one tell him it could have resulted in a clash between the Big Boys and Rex's group.“Are you
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“If anything happens to my laptop, you'll have to replace it,” Weston warns. He grabs the next guy, holds him tight, his fingers digging into the guy's flesh. With his leg, he kicks the third guy. It isn't up to five minutes before all the guys give up. Weston takes the towel he dropped on the bed and continues drying his hair. “Who sent you here?”When none of them answers, Weston crouches to the level of one of them. “You want me to repeat the question?”“Rex.”“Now, go tell Rex that if he ever tries to talk to Jose the way he did yesterday, I'll personally come for him. Now, get your asses out of my room,”Weston says.The guys scramble on their feet. Two run out of the room, the last one limps outside, cursing under his breath.Some minutes later, Weston locks the door and goes to the lecture room. He can only hope that the lecture isn't as boring at yesterday’s own because it might actually be the last o
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Jose smiles. “Just a second, guys.” Jose hangs his hand on Weston's shoulder and they walk away from the place. “What did you do to make him apologize?” Jose asks. “Nothing serious. By the way, who are those guys?” “My buddies.” “Thought you said you don't have friends,” Weston says. “Yeah. They are more like a family. We Big Boys care for each other and take each other's backs.” “By smoking this early morning?” “Come on, man, we're just chilling out.” “Smoking is bad.” “You sound like a nudnik,” Jose mutters. Weston takes off Jose's hand from his shoulder. “Quit smoking, it isn't good for your health.” “Damn it, man. Is that why you're wearing a face mask? So you don't get any cigarette in your lungs?” Weston stares at Jose for some seconds. He wants, for the first time, to tell someone
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“Hey,” she says. The other two nods. Clearly hearing her from the covert earpieces.“Clear,” Weston says.She gets out of the car, walks to the gate. She presses the doorbell. The gate opens and a man comes out.“What do you want, ma'am?”Lorette gestures with her specially painted manicured red fingers for the man to come closer, as expected, the man looks around, a grin on his face.“Is your boss in?” Lorette asks.“Yes, but…” he gulps hard. “You're hot.” “What's your boss up to?” “Who knows? He got home late this morning, drunk as hell, best bet is he's still snoring on the bed.”Lorette smiles at him. The man kicks his lips. “You're my type,” the guy says.“You too. I kinda like people who are attracted to me.”“We could be of benefit to each other.”Lorette glances inside and frowns. “Won't your boss find out?” “Don't worry about that, babe
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Weston looks at the man on the ground. His coming here is totally useless if he can't get the man to sign the damn letter.If the man dies without this letter circulating, it is easy for the cult to get another leader. So, what the hell is the gain if the fire burns this son of a bitch? Weston tucks the paper in his pocket. He drags the man outside. The whole house might as well burn down, but this man isn't burning until he (Weston) gets the letter signed.Before Weston manages to drag the man to the sitting room, fire already engulfs the kitchen. Weston kicks the man severally until life is desperately begging to say a goodbye to him. It's getting do damn hot now.“Either you sign the letter or not you're going to die, the amount of time and pain only varies depending on your damn choice,” Weston says. “I'm not signing any fucking…fucking…letter…” “If not for your stupidity, come to think of it, of what use is your
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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
