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Juarez popped a pill into this mouth and followed it with two energy drinks. He cracked his neck and jogged slightly waiting for the energy drinks to pump through him. He went into his closet and dressed in an all-black sweatsuit. The moment he got the call from the doctor at the facility he knew people were going to die.
This was not how he wanted to become reacquainted with Natasha. He had a meticulous plan set in place but this idiotic team of his wasn’t going along with the plan. Trying to avoid his parents who were still in town; he silently went down the back steps of his home and out the door into the car waiting for him.
Natasha drew him like a bug to a light. No matter how he told himself he was going to break her the deeper she wormed her way into his heart. He had a couple of days to think since he last saw her, he figured the best revenge would be to get her pregnant and keep the baby.
Wilson’s family would always have a reminder that someone was missing.
The energy drink mixed with the pill, alcohol and the dope that he had been using since the previous day now surged through his veins giving him a rush of adrenalin. His mind raced back and forth with hundreds of solutions for getting Natasha in his car. Juarez took the time to attach the silencer to the gun once he made it to the front door of the stash house. He jiggled the lock and the door came open. Juarez was anxious. A loud tv was playing in the background while two of the men sat on a beat-up couch. He walked up to both men and shot them. Next, he made his way through the kitchen and searched each of the seven bedrooms downstairs.
The old stairs creaked under his weight. Juarez softly sucked his teeth itching to pistol whip whoever beat Natasha. He went to the command room where two men were asleep inside.
Juarez couldn’t believe what he saw. Good help really was hard to find. This was his third crew this year and his patience had run out months ago.
“Stand up.” He kicked the back of the chair of the tall thin man.
The man jumped up and placed his hands in the air. “Wait, wait, wait a second Juarez, I didn’t do nothing.” His hands trembled in the air.
Juarez glared at the man in front of him. “What happened?” He said with a stern don’t lie to me voice.
“I. I...I don’t know. I wasn’t here at the time?” He stammered.
Juarez turned and pointed the gun at the larger man, who was now awoke. “What happened?”
The man spoke so fast Juarez almost had trouble keeping up. “Munch, the fat guy downstairs tried to rape her.”
“Really.” Juarez stared at the man. “Was Munch the fat guy from downstairs successful?”
“No, No... Umm no.” He stammered out the words. “We saw it on the camera and went in immediately and snatched him off her.”
Juarez waited a few moments while making up his mind whether to kill them or not. He needed to move her tonight, but it would be a few more days before the compound he built would be ready for any guests.
“You do realize this is probably not going to turn out well?”
Both men began babbling at once. “Give us another chance, we swear it will never happen again.”
A bright brilliant resolution came to him. He sucked his tongue into his perfectly lined capped teeth. He clenched his hands and flexed his chest muscles. Time was up... he needed to see her now.
He smiled slightly. “Take me to her.”
Juarez watched as the two hustled out the door and up the stairs to the third floor.
They walked down the hall, the taller man took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
He waited behind him as he opened the door.
He watched as Natasha turned her head towards them. He pushed the man further into the room and then shot him in the back of the head. Natasha began screaming. She jumped up from the bed and ran straight into his arms. “Uncle J, thank God you ‘re here.”