??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON TWO
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Forty
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Meira threw her hat away and kicked her heels off, Neon removed his hat and dropped it in the car. She started running down the stairs before launching into Neon’s arms and wrapping her legs around his waist while her arms coil around his neck. She sobbed and cried like never before.
“Shh, okay now baby, no need to cry,” he hushed her, one arm around her waist and his hands patting her head. “Papi’s here now, and he won’t be leaving ever again. I promise.”
She cried so hard it was near impossible to speak through the sobs, she heard the car door click and Neon sat down in the driver’s seat with her in his lap.
“Baby,” he cooed gently, nibbling her ear as he ran circles on her back. “Stop crying, my love.”
It took a while, but she eventually calmed down and looked up at his face, her hands clutching the shoulders of his suit. Some of Neon’s dirty blonde hair fell over over his left eye, the rest was held back in a slick combover. The roots were still jet black. He hadn’t changed much over the years, but he his face was more chiseled and manly. He’d also developed muscles over the years, his chest felt firm–like a wall of impenetrable muscle. His trademark grin however hadn’t changed one bit.
“Papi,” Meira pouted, the joy in her heart to see Neon again after so many years overflowing in her chest. “I missed you. You don’t–” she hiccuped, another batch of tears preparing to fall. “You don’t even know how much I missed you. I think about you every day. I miss you, please don’t leave me again. I’m begging you. Don’t go…”
Neon chuckled, the sound resonating in his chest. “Baby Snow, I won’t do that again. Not on my own at least. Hey, look at me,” he curled a finger and lifted her chin, her teary eyes met his. “I missed you too, baby girl. The only way I’m leaving you again is through d**th. So, till d**th do us part.”
“No! Take me with you!” she hugged him, arching her back. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Neon closed his eyes, lashes kissing his cheekbones, and smiled. He held onto her waist and rested his head atop hers. They stayed that way for a while, until Neon pried her off him.
“What’s wrong?” she ÇOçked her head in concern.
“We have to go somewhere else, baby.”
“Why?”
“I could get shot d**d right where I’m at. There’s a lot of Gangs in Arkville and they’re not a fan of the Paloma Cartel. And as you can tell, I’m one of the Cartel’s main Kingpins. I’m a wanted man,” he looked around cautiously. “Get in the passenger seat, we’re leaving.”
“Aren’t we gonna go home first? Venom and the others miss you,” she relaxed on him, playing with her fingers.
A glint of pain crossed his eyes. They took him from his friends, his family, and threw him into a world riddled with m*rder, drugs, and bloodshed.
“Of course I do, those are my homeboys, that’s why I don’t want to d**. Go, Meira, we need to leave,” Neon reached behind him under a seat and took out a g*n. He checked if the barrel was full then placed the cold metal on her thigh. “Are you scared, Snow?”
She looked at the g*n and shook her head. “No.”
“Good girl,” he ran the tip of the g*n across her collarbone, making her shiver.
Meira blushed and went into the seat next to him as instructed, Neon strapped the seatbelts over her and started the car engine. Soon the two were cruising on an empty lane, five other white cars joining the drive later on.
“Who’s at the hideout?” Neon said on a phone call, his other hand on the steering wheel and the g*n on his lap. “Tell them to get out. Snow and I should not be disturbed, or else a few ghosts are gonna be sent to hell. Got it?”
“Noted,” the person on the other end replied. “Is there anything else, El Santé?”
“There’s a bank on Bronzewood Street uptown. I want you and the other sicarious to rob it tonight. Devise a plan. Now.” he brought the phone down and cut the call. Afterward, he picked up white glasses and slid them up his nose.
Meira was preoccupied with taking in Neon’s appearance. His handsomeness is incomparable. Not even the best male models had a percentage of his naturally gifted looks. Neon was a Greek God in human form. But wait a second, what did he say about a bank robbery?
“Papi.” Meira said, her voice sound and meek.
“Yes?” Neon made a right turn into a road lined with coconut trees. “Is there anything you want, princess?”
“What were you talking about a while ago?”
Neon sighed and answered without looking at her, “You don’t need to know that. Just stay put. And wh@tëver you hear or see, pretend as if you didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not the person I used to be, Meira, I’m much worse.”
Meira didn’t press any further, she saw his jaw clench and knew it was time to stop talking. Within no time the car pulled up to a luxurious looking bungalow in the middle of nowhere, there was a lake on the left side of it. All the cars parked in the yard and the doors flew open revealing men dressed in sleek white suits. Meira studied them and noticed how they act around Neon. It was clear he was superior to them, however, they seemed deeply afraid of him–no, actually, they were genuinely terrified no matter how much they tried to hide it.
“How much did we make in profits?” he asked in a Spanish accent. Two men came up from behind and helped removing his fur jacket. Another man arrived and held a golden tray with a lighter and cigar. “It should be up to 2.5 million dollars. Right?” he gave them a darkly, pitch deepening.
“Boss, we actually made 3.3 million dollars this month!” one man showed him a calculator. “It was a lot more than we expected. Isn’t it boss?”
El Santé held the cigar between his index and thumb and lit it with the lighter. “Use three quarts of that to restock. Donate the rest to the local high school,” he looked at the man with the tray, “Go get us some drinks. Don’t take too long, you know I lack patience and remorse.”
“Yes boss!” the man scurried if quickly.
“Snow, my darling,” Neon turned to Meira. “Come with me. I don’t want you getting any mosquito bites.”
He held out his hand for her to take, and she giddily did. Meira was all smiles and giggles as she walked with Neon into the bungalow that smelled of cinnamon and oranges. “Do you own this place? It’s beautiful. I love it!”
“I’m glad you do,” he placed the cigar between his lips and drew in smoke from the bottom.
He led her upstairs and into a room. There was a king-sized bed with a three glass dresser across from it, in the right corner of the room was a chair near the curtains beside the dresser. A table was there as well. Neon unclipped the chains around his collar and let the coat fall freely to the ground, he walked to the chair while removing his gold cufflinks and jacket. Once off he threw them on the bed and took a seat in the chair, crossing his legs. Now he was in no more than a shirt, a tuxedo with a deep V, slacks and his white and gold shoes. Neon crossed his legs and looked out the window. There seems to be a lot on his mind.
“El Santé. Sir, your order,” the man from earlier returned with a cart. There was a tray on top with a bottle if orange, grape and strawberry juice. Various snacks and pastries surrounded them and two glass cups. “Is there anything else, sir?”
“Get over here and kneel,” he ordered in a domineering tone.
He shook with fear, but nonetheless obeyed his Kingpin. He kneeled near Neon, hands on his knees, head held down–not daring to meet the man’s eyes.
“How many people are in this room?” Neon looked at him coldly.
“T-two. Sir.”
“Despite knowing there are two people present, you chose to ignore one and speak to the other? Do you think you’re above me?” Neon propped his elbows on his knees. “You’re supposed to pay your respects to a Kingpin’s Queen. Did that rule jump over your head or did you just ignore it?”
“B-boss. It will never again. I swear!” he almost peed himself from the sheer terror Neon instilled in his with his deep and menacing voice. “Please forgive me El Santé! It will never repeat I give you my word.”
Meira watched them quietly.
“Look at me,” he ordered. When the man met his eyes his anger increased. “Swallow it,” he handed him the cigarette.
El Santé needn’t say it twice. The man swallowed the cigarette, every piece of tobacco inside. Leaving nothing left in his mouth. Upsetting the leader of the Paloma Cartel is a death wish.
“Now go back, greet her, and get out. If you and I make eye contact again you’re a d**d man. Got it?”
“I understand sir! Loud and clear!” the man rushed off and bowed to Meira. “Good evening beautiful Miss. I hope you enjoy your stay! Please excuse me,” he ran outside, closing the door behind him.
Meira, who wasn’t surprised, looked at Neon. He had settled back into the chair. “You’re so mean.”
“If you don’t let some people know their Füçking place they’re gonna treat you anyway they feel like, Meira,” he sighed and removed his tux. “Come here.”
She went to him and put one leg over his body on the other side of the chair, she sat on his d_1ck that kicked up at the warmth of her p**sy.
He looked at her and warned in a stern tone. “Watch it, Meira.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she blinked suggestively, hips now grinding on him. She bit her bottom lip as she felt heat rising in her, and his ÇOçk hardening. Meira had waited five years to see him again, and has fantasised about him many times–too many to count. Now that he was here, she wants to feel him inside her. She kept moving on his d_1ck, stimulating it, not minding his warning glare.
Neon grabbed her by the throat and leaned in so their noses touched. He furrowed his brows. “I’ve waited a long time to be here with you, and right now the best thing to do is bend you over this table and Füçk you till it breaks, but I won’t.”
“What? Why?” she was dumbfounded.
“Have you and Ryat Füçked yet?”
“…Yes. About three times.”
“Good. ‘Cause I didn’t plan on going easy because you’re a Füçking virgin. Don’t tempt me, Meira, you can’t handle this ÇOçk.”
“That’s b*llSh|t!” she wriggled out of his grip and pushed him back on the chair. “If I can handle Ryat I can handle you.”
“Ryat and I are not the same thing, Meira, I’ll break you in two Füçking halves.”
She folded her arms. “But I want to do it with you! Don’t make me beg. How come Ryat and I have done it but not you and me? Just one time.”
“You don’t have to beg me to Füçk you. You’ll get this ÇOçk when I deem you ready. If I Füçk you right now and you end up in a coma what the Füçk am I gonna tell Ryat?” he looked away. “Speaking of which, they took him too. Didn’t they?”
“You mean those people who always wear black and his Aunt?” he nodded. “Yes. They took Ryat.”
“Füçking @$$hOles,” Neon shook his head, anger in his soul. “I don’t want this. I don’t want any part of this.”
“What do you mean?” she touched his cheek, he took her hand and kissed her palm. He shut his eyes and continued to kiss all over her hand, he then grabbed her by the waist with both hands and pulled her close. He rested his head on her shoulder, taking in her sweet scent. “Zayde, are you okay?”
“Do you love me, Meira, be honest with me. It’s okay if you don’t, I’m used to not being loved anyway.”
Meira rolled her eyes. “Of course I do! You do some questionable things but I love you regardless. I wish I could open my heart and show you how much I do.”
“Hmm,” he hummed and sighed again, now moving from her shoulder to look into her eyes. “Would you still love me if you knew the things that I’ve done?”
“Neon–”
“Meira. Years ago an initiation process was held, thousands of people in full white showed up to watch me. Baby, they made me drink red wine mixed with blood, and eat bread dipped in blood and honey,” he gulped. “You know what else they made me do? They made me k!ll five people. An elderly person. A four year old. A pregnant woman, and a blind sickly teenager. I shot them d**d. Three times in the skull, each. That night I slept in a cold, lightless basement naked. I don’t know if you know this, but I h@të the darkness.”
She watched him close his eyes. When they reopened they were filled with tears.
“I’ve seen things, that no man should see. I’ve done things that even Satan would be disgusted by. Baby, I’m a horrible, horrible man. In my second year of training, I walked into a church with a congregation of about one two hundred poeple and shot everyone d**d. We were having a turf war with a local Cartel, we did that as a warning. I watched them throw live babies into barrels of acid. Meira,” he shut his eyes tightly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold onto my sanity anymore.”
She hugged Neon as he cried, his fingers digging into her waist.
“These men are ruthless. They made me watch two hours of gore videos every night. I always slept in darkness. Within just two years, I was made to k!ll at least three hundred and fifty people. I can just imagine what Ryat is going through, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want this,” Neon placed her hand on his cheek and looked at her. “I dism*mb*r people every day and leave their bodies in freezers all around the streets of Mexico. Sometimes, darling, sometimes I can’t feel my heart in my chest. It’s gotten so…numb. So cold. I feel heartless sometimes, baby girl.”
“Why can’t you just leave?” Meira cupped his cheeks.
“Once you’re in the Mexican Mafia you can’t leave the Mexican Mafia–the only way out is d**th. I can’t run away either, because they will find me. I’ve seen these people do things that God would think is impossible. Baby, my love, my sweetheart, I’m damaged. Do you still love me, even now?”
“None of this is your fault, Neon. You had no choice but to do these things. I still love you, and nothing or no one will make me stop,” she kissed him on the forehead. He gulped and nuzzled into her neck as she hushed him. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m so sorry.”
“I hope to God Ryat is okay, this Sh|t, the Mafia, it ruins lives. Permanently. On some days you’re gonna want to cry but can’t. You’re not allowed to react to anything. Y’know what’s really Füçked up? The fact that there’s a nine-year-old in the Cartel that decapitates people.”
She gasped. “What?”
“He does it with cold eyes, sometimes smiling. No one even stops him. El Diablo said it’s common, I say that’s Füçked up. That’s a child.” Neon leaned back on the chair, hurriedly removing a cigar from the red and white box on the table. He lights it and smokes his pain away. “My mind is tainted. All I ever wanted to do was become an Artist, not a dr*g Kingpin. I won’t say I’m innocent either, I’ve done things in the past that are bad, but life in the Cartel is truly horrifying. I wish I had no father, or at least one who wasn’t big in the drug ring.”
Meira can hardly believe his words, but from the looks of him she knows its true. ‘What have they done to my baby?’ she kissed him on the cheek, he holds her by the waists and continues smoking as if tomorrow is just a word.
“I’m scared to go back.”
“To where? Mexico? I don’t blame you,” she laid on his chest, not minding the smoke that leaves the end of the cigar and floats out the open window.
“Mexico is as scary as it is beautiful. I love it there, despite the crime and v**lence the Cartels cause. I’m talking about the mansion where the boys are at. I’ve done some things that are inexplicably evil, and completely unforgivable. I’m scared. What if they h@të me?” he rests his head on his wrist and sighs heavily.
“You’re acting as if they’re innocent people. Bandit poisoned the water system at Lukeville High in a neighbouring town–k!lling almost one hundred and fifty students. He also put Piranhas in all the pools and lakes around the area. Korpse let loose five twenty foot maneating alligators into a community that has their houses on the water, they ate almost eighty people. Venom is the most innocent one amongst you all, but he’s also done bad things. He k!lled the wife of a pastor at fifteen and filmed it on live TV–the only reason he hasn’t been caught yet is because he wore a mask,” Meira rolled her eyes but snuggled closer. “Stop worrying so much and just go back. Things weren’t the same without you and Ryat. We miss you guys dearly. Welcome back, Papi.”
Neon sighed. She was right, he’d even witnessed those crimes, but he was still worried. He loves his friends with all his hearts–he’d rather d** than have them h@të him.
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