Thread: Drugs and Money [Chai & DeRe]

drugs money Chai DeRe Don't stop. Keep going. Don't stop. Sofia repeatedly muttered the mantra to herself, even as her legs cried out for rest and her nostrils stung from the dry air and dust. Her calf muscles burned with a dull ache she'd been walking since morning from town to town. It was nearing sunset now, and her last stop was on the horizon line far ahead. Hazy building shapes prompted her to move forward, the promise of rest too great for her to stop now. Distantly, she wondered where she had gone wrong, or what she had done to deserve this. A year ago, she had been a money changer outside a sleazy club in Culiacn, and now she was a girl on the run from one of the most dangerous cartels in North America. The same cartel who had murdered Leo. Leo... Memories of him suddenly came unbidden, stirring a flurry of emotion. She didn't know he worked for the cartel when he'd arrived at the club. He looked American at first, but there was no mistaking the perfect Spanish when he spoke to her. What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here? He'd asked, that damned sexy grin looking even more delicious in the low city lights. That first dance turned into one night, that night into a whole summer, and by the end of it, he'd asked her to move into his gorgeous city townhouse. Of course, by that point she'd known who he was and what he did, but she loved him... The last memory she had of him was his lifeless body slumped over on a couch, the cushions and fabric stained a deep red with his blood. She'd come home early from a friend's daughter's quinceaera only to have her life shattered. Sofia screamed like hell, and that's when she's heard the thumps upstairs. By the time she'd gotten back into her car and sped away, she'd seen their faces in her rear view mirror Guero and Gato, two hit men that she'd met several times on occasion. And she knew they'd seen her car, too. She'd driven through the night to get to the string of small desert towns near the border of Mexico and Texas, finally ditching the SUV on the fringe of the desert, taking a small bag of provisions and dousing it in gasoline before destroying it. All of which brought her to this moment. She reached her destination at last it was only a little pop of life amidst the tanned desert ground, but right now it was paradise. The one-street town only had a few amenities, but there was a convenience store for food, and the little motel of maybe 20 rooms was the perfect place to sleep and catch her breath before setting out again the following morning. Hi, Sofia greeted the woman at the cramped office of the motel, managing a small smile despite her dusty appearance, Could I have a room for the night? 300 pesos. Thank you. Sofia handed her the money, only noticing now that the woman was staring at her intently, studying her face before handing her key. Room 18. She took the key and walked around the building to a vending machine, searching her pockets for some spare change. The sky had fallen into night, and for the first time in days she felt the weight of her exhaustion catching up to her. While she had maintained a fit lifestyle, her body had been in no way prepared to make the miles long trek on foot. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel any bitterness toward the life she was thrown into, and the situation she was put it. But then, she also chose this, didn't she? She knew the risks of getting involved with the cartel. And like so many before her, she'd only had the foresight to think, 'not me, it wouldn't happen to me' . A bottle of cold water tumbled down, and simultaneously, a sharp sting of a needle in her arm. Panic flooded her system, and she whipped her head around to the see the the dark shadow of three figures before she felt the rush of meeting the ground and her vision go black. ... This puta right here. Sofia heard a man chuckle as she came to, her groggy mind taking in the sound of crunching gravel underneath his boots. In the distance, she could hear the gentle cacophany of traffic. A city? She was slung over his shoulder, blindfolded and her hands bound with cable ties and rope, and her long wavy hair bouncing along with each step he took. One of his hands was at her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh over her denim jeans. Pig. Hurry, before she wakes, another man said, and she heard the jingle of keys against a lock before a heavy door opened and subsequently slammed shut behind them. Put her there. Sofia grunted as she was dropped onto the ground, her knees buckling as legs were barely able to support her weight. Cabron , she muttered dryly, finally finding enough strength to make her mouth work even as she slumped the the ground. Tough talk for a dead girl, one of the men said. She didn't know which. She didn't care. I'd watch that little whore mouth of yours, or one of us might do it for you. Last edited Jan 9, 2019