> Writer's POV
- 09:32 am
Someone was knocking on the door, aggressive knocking as if it is a police officer.
Carlos was in the kitchen, he just woke up and he was trying to make breakfast, as soon as he heard knocking he hurried to open the door nervously
As soon as he opened the door he saw that tall guy who was with Miguel last time, it is Pedro, Miguel's bodyguard. Carlos recognized him from the first look so he just stayed silent and didn't say a word
" Mr. Miguel is asking if you accepted the offer or not "
" I did, I think it is the best thing for me "
" Can I get in? "
" Well since it is your boss' house now, you can get in "
Carlos said and let Pedro get in, he seems annoyed with the way that guard talk, Pedro looks so serious, serious in a provocative way.
They both headed to the living room and sat on the couch
" I am Pedro, Mr. Miguel's bodyguard "
" Nice to know you Pedro, I am Carlos "
" Yes I know "
Carlos nodded as he looked at the other side, he is nervous now and don't know what to do or what to say, this is awkward
" You have to know something, when you start working for Mr. Miguel... there is no going back, you work for him till the day you die "
" Even if I am old enough to not being able to move a leg? "
Carlos asked sarcastically as he laughed, but Pedro quickly answered him with a serious voice
" No, because you are not going to live till that age anyway, you are not going to be an actor's bodyguard, but a gangster's "
Carlos swallowed his saliva as he started sweating, the fact that what Pedro have said is completely true makes him worried about himself and his brother too
" I don't care anyway, but if I die Miguel is going to be responsible of my brother "
" Don't worry about it, Mr. Miguel is so generous and kind, he told you before he will provide a good life to your brother and protect him you better know that he is loyal. Mr. Miguel is known with his fidelity "
" All I want from Miguel is to protect my brother with all costs "
A moment of silence remained for a while till Pedro started talking again with a calm confident voice as if he is the one on control
" Shall we go now? Mr. Miguel doesn't like waiting for so long "
" Am I going to start working from today? "
" That is obvious "
Carlos didn't like the idea of working since this day, he kind of feel nervous about it and has many doubts, can he really trust a man he met less than a week? can he really believe that he is going to provide a good education and good life in general to his brother and protect him?
Many questions were confusing Carlos' mind, the fact that he is going to work with Mafia makes the idea more difficult to be accepted, but the main question... the confusion is... is Miguel trust worthy?
Fact is Carlos is fine with everything Miguel would do, but his brother... red limits! Carlos raised Chiqui since he was five, since the day their parents died in that accident, Carlos considers Chiqui as his son, his little son, he is ready to die for him
" I have to tell... my brother to arrange his... clothes, excuse me "
Carlos said stuttering, and as soon as he stood up, Pedro stood up to and put his hands together then said
" You don't really need them, Mr. Miguel will buy everything for you guys, do you think his richness is a joke? "
" I... "
" Just call your brother, that is enough "
Carlos hurried to Chiqui's room and opened the door to find him getting up of his bed, Chiqui looked at him in confusing
" Wash your face and change your clothes, we are going to Miguel's house "
" What? "
" Hurry up! "
Chiqui ran to the bathroom to wash his face and quickly fixed his messy hair, then changed his clothes in less than a minute, Carlos saw his cute acts, they both deserve the world...
" I am ready "
He looked at Carlos with a little smile, this is... a sad smile, Carlos knows his brother, he knows this smile... his heart hurts, it hurts so bad... it hurts him so much that he wished he could pull his heart out from behind his ribs and scratch it so hard
Carlos' eyes are filled with tears, he tried to hold them back and not show his weakness again in front of his brother, but his tears betrayed him like every time, he sat on his knees in front of Chiqui, looking at the ground and his tears falling
" Please Chiqui, don't do this to me, you're the only reason I do this, let me work for him "
" Am I really the reason? I am not forcing you to work with Mafia Carlos "
Carlos hid his face in his palms, and continued crying silently, unable to tell his brother the truth, the truth... that Miguel threatens him to kill his little boy, the little boy... the only remaining member of Carlos' family
Chiqui feels guilty, the fact that Carlos would sacrifice his life, his freedom and his well-being for him makes him feel a heavy guilt on his shoulders
He sees his brother kneeling in front of him crying like a teenage kid, the teenage kid who has been wronged by life, life took everything from him, his rights, his freedom, his dignity, his childhood, his adolescence, his family...
" I am sorry Cali "
Chiqui gently patted Carlos on the head and then hugged him tightly and said in a low voice
" Don't get hurt big brother... "
Carlos wiped his tears and straightened up to smile at his brother and grabbed his hand to pull him outside where Pedro was standing and waiting for them outside the house next to a luxurious black car
" Let's go? "
Pedro smiled at them and opened the car's door for them, they get in it holding each others hands. Pedro is happy in a weird way, happy because Miguel finally got what he wanted...
Pedro got in the car too in the front seat, and started driving to the destination... Miguel's house
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TO BE CONTINUED ;)