Humanly love.
1301 Words
Josephine
Manuel was in trouble. I wanted to tell him that I was with Charles now, but just hearing his voice...my heart was beating hard.
I still had feelings, I hated that I had feelings for that man.
But, he was in trouble now. I knew I had to go get him. Charles had left for Mexico.
I tried to call him and Blue, but it went to voice-mail.
My mind was working very fast, thinking about what Manuel said. He had been kidnapped, just like I had.
I knew I had to rescue him. I could never let another human go through what I had.
I called my sister and asked for advice, I spoke with David.
" s**t, we gotta go get that dude!" He cried, hearing about my husband.
" Brea and I will drop the kid off with your folks and pick you up, be ready Jo. We can't let Ben down."
He was a very good man that brother in law of mine.
My mom and dad loved having Sophia with them, plus Estella loved to play with another little girl, she held hands with Sophia and played dolls with her. It was super cute.
I kissed my folks goodbye and went into Arturo's room.
" I need you to keep them all safe, besides you owe me." I pointed my index finger at him.
Arturo walked towards me and towered over me, leaning down he kissed my cheek.
"Jo, I told you I was sorry for hurting you. Everytime I catch a glimpse of your back, it makes me ill. I will never do anything to hurt you again, I swear it."
I put my hand on his chisled chin. "I trust you Arturo, I need you to trust me.
I am not holding that against you.
I meant you owe me for taking the kids in as my own, because we both know you would be stuck with these brats all by yourself." I smiled up at him.
A slow grin appeared across his big mug. He nodded.
"Jo, be careful. I can't lose you. I will go nuts with these boys running all over my stuff. Fighting, getting dirt everwhere." He shuddered.
I laughed. "Come give me a hug then. I'm going to get their daddy back to them."
Arturo hugged me and picked me up, cracking my back.
I gasped, but when he set me down I admit I felt pretty good.
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Grislan
That f**k took my kid! She was mine, not his the damn pedifiler.
I know Angelina wouldn't leave me, she was too timid. He probably hurt her too, no way she went willingly.
I had to capture him back before the cartel found out I had their money launderer.
Manuel was one of those smart crooks, he never actually got his hands dirty, he just made sure the money was cleaned up a bit before the cartel got it back.
I had no idea Manuel Ortega was my s*x slave, I wonder why he never told me this before.
I found out from my drug contacts that he had 7 children and an American wife.
I could leverage this somehow.
I had put up a 5 thousand dollar reward, someone would find him. I was nervous about it all.
I would kill him myself once my little girl was returned to me. I needed her.
If she knew that her daddy was paying me to keep her safe, she would be very upset.
I had told her he left me and I had to keep her with me to entice him to come home.
The truth is, he wasn't really her father, she belonged to some big wig lawyer named Jorge Armani.
The guy lived in South America and had to be kept under the thumb of the Southern cartel.
The girl was the key to my financial security. Without her, her father would no longer be controlled.
Everything depended on finding Ortega and Angelina. I went to my closet and pulled out a syringe.
I would give Manuel one final injection and he would pay for escaping from me, no one leaves me...ever.
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Manuel
The phone went dead, it was so old. I could hear static on the phone line. I didn't have time to tell Josephine where to find us.
Little Angelina was pretty smart, she suggested we go to the airport and watch the incoming flights. It was a slim chance, but we had to try.
I held her hand and walked with her towards the airport.
She never complained, even though I knew she was tired, and hungry. I held her the last mile, she fell asleep on my shoulder. I would protect her with my life.
When we got to the airport, I sat down at the baggage claim and waited, watching and waiting.
I fell asleep too. My eyelids refused to stay open. We slept for a long time. When I opened my eyes again, David was standing over me.
" Damn, you look rough man." He said, as he picked up my wrist and took my pulse.
I saw Angelina was in Brea's arms now. My wife wasn't anywhere around.
" Jo?" I asked, maybe she decided not to come afterall.
I felt crushed to my very tired soul.
" Naw, don't go there dude, she's renting us a car. You two can't fly with us without ID. So stop looking like a kicked, orphaned puppy. You look like s**t by the way, what are you on? Heroin?"
David checked my pupils, he was a doctor.
" I think so, I need some now if you got any doc." I squeezed his hand.
" I can write you a script for some Methadone. Synthetic, takes the edge off makes it so you can't get sick from withdrawals."
I nodded. "I need help doc, I feel like dying." My eyes welled up.
" I got you bro." He said, making a few phone calls.
I was holding my head in my hands when I saw her coming my way.
" Jo." I whispered.
The gentle sway of her hips moving as she approached made my heart speed up. Will she reject me, seeing what I've become?
She came right up to me and hugged me tightly, moving my long, stringy hair behind my ear.
She kissed my neck and my chin, then my lips. She held them there for a moment and inhaled me.
" Your sick, so thin husband. We better go, I got us a car." She wrapped her arms around my thin waist. My pants slid down.
I had lost most of my muscles. I looked like a junkie, I was a junkie now. I felt self conscious of how she saw me.
" Listen, David said we need to stop at the pharmacy. Remember when I had the withdrawals, you gave me some pills?" She smiled putting her hand on my eyes, wiping my tears.
I nodded. "I don't...Jo...I don't deserve your kindness. I have decided I want to give you a divorce. I want you to start over with...someone else. Is...is Charles who you love now?"
She wouldn't meet my eyes. I knew then that she was in love with him, not me...never me. How could she be with how badly I hurt her.
I was such a proud fool back then. Now look at me...I wasn't even man enough to keep my pants up.
" Don't talk now. When you are safe, we can talk about stuff." She said kissing my hand.
I saw it in her eyes, she felt pity for me. She only felt humanly kindness towards me, nothing more. I do not blame her.
I still love her so very much though.
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