"Mr. Martinez, the gaurds out front have just infomed me that there's a suspicious person wanting to meet with you."
"Damnit Nando, can't you see that i'm a little busy?"
"Sir, I think lifting weights can wait. The person won't leave nor will they talk. All we know is that the demand to speak with you face to face."
"And how do you know that if they won't speak?"
He pulls out a slip of paper and hands it to me.
"Just read it."
'New place huh? It's nice but I think it's a little over the top, just like you. But that's not why I'm back, big brother.'
"What the fuck is this? Some kinda messed up joke?"
"No sir. We've tried to get a better look at their face but anyone gets too close they get injured...three of our men were hurt so we have reason to belive that whoever this is must want to speak about something very important."
"Very well,"
I sit up and grab my shirt from the gym floor,
"All right, have them moved to our spare building."
***
The room is filled with an uneasy feeling. I made sure that the room is heavily gaurded yet I still feel a little unsafe.
"So, you wanna pipe up and speak or waste more of my fucking time?"
The stange mysterious hooded figure slowly stands up and pulls off their cloak.
"Hey. Long time no see big brother. How ya been?"
"What the hell are you doing here? I thought that-"
"That you'd never see me again? Well it's been so long since i've seen you so I thought that i'd drop by and see what's up."
"Pedro, why are you here?"
I can feel my blood begin to boil just looking at him. I want nothing more than to hop across this table and beat the shit outta him. But I have a have an image to maintain and doing so wouldn't be wise...but mainly because Fernando warned me that if I did, that I would have to go to anger management.
"Aw, don't look so mean big brother! I just wanted to see you again, it's been years!"
"You injured three of my men and caused unnecessary panic. I should take your fucking head off right here, right now."
"Escucha, solo estoy aquí porque necesitaba hablar contigo sobre algo importante."
(Listen, I'm only here because I needed to talk to you about something important.)
I get up and head for the door,
"Fuck you. I'm leaving."
"Se trata de mamá!'
(It's about mom!)
"You could've called my assistant."
I look over at my security team,
"El es todo tuyo."
(He's all yours.)
They nod and grin, slowly moving in closer to Pedro,
"Wait! Antonio please, she needs you!"
The door slams shut and make my way over to my car.
"You don't think that they'll kill them do you?"
"Don't know, super don't care."
"But he sounded serious."
"So why don't you go talk to him?"
"Really?"
I swat his shoulder, "No stupid!"
"OW!" He rubs his now bruised arm, "Well can I at least know what the story on him is?"
"Listen Nando, you know that your my favorite assistant in the world but I really don't wanna get into deatils about my shitty past."
"Well first of all, i'm your only assistant, and second, you know that they'll beat the living shit outta him or possibly kill him."
"Like I said before, I don't care."
I hand my ticket over to the valet, "Hey bud, we came in the 2022 cadillac eldorado."
He nods then hurries off to go find my car.
"But he's a blood relative Carlos, or does that mean nothing to you?"
"Exacly, we're blood. But to some people that means nothing and it fucking sucks because if you can't trust your own family, then who can you trust?"
The valet steps out of the car, "Your car sir."
"Thanks kid."
I hand him a large wad of cash and he eagerly takes it.
"Ah shit, thanks man!"
I nod and get inside the car while Nando hops into the passenger side.
"Look chico, I don't like remembering where I came from because it took so long for me to get outta there and seeing him just brought back a lot of mixed emotions and taking it out on you isn't right. I apologize for that, Fernando."
"Don't be sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it wasn't my place to comment on something that doesn't concern me."
"So, you up for a drink?"
"Like at a bar?"
"Where else dummy?"
His phone suddenly starts ringing.
"Hello?"
The look on his face drops and his eyes fill with worry. "Tell me your fucking lying..." He looks at me with panic all over his face, "CARLOS WE GOTTA GET HOME!"
He takes hold of the steering wheel and swerves the car. "What the hell?! Are you trying to kill us?!"
"I'm sorry man but this is urgent. We've gotta get back to the hotel."
"Okay okay, who the hell was on the phone and what did they say?"
"It was the new maid, Maria. She said that Yoyo showed up with a whole gang of his men."
"Shit..."
I press down harder on the gas,
"She's the one with the sweet rack right?"
"Are- are you serious? We might be facing a gang war and all you can think about are her boobs?!"
"Sorry mane, but i'm not good with names, it's the only way I know who you're talking about."
"Omigod, whatever. Please just hurry!"
***
"Oh shit, there's a ton of them." I turn off my headlights and load my gun. "Stay in the car."
"But-"
"That's an order Fernando."
I get out the car and slam the door loud enough to draw attention to me.
"You putas wanna tell me why your here?!"
Yoyo shoves his way through the crowd and pulls out a pistol aimed towards my head, "You wanna tell me why I haven't heard from that son of bitch Ricky in months?!"
"You dumbass! He left ages ago, I run this shit now! You'd know that if you didn't act so bitchy and kept in contact with HT!"
He points his gun at me, "So you run this now? That don't change shit. Get my sister out here. Now!"
"Oh dios mío, have you been living under a gotdamn rock?! SHE'S GONE, THEY BOTH LEFT FOREVER AGO!"