Page 62 of Chula
Marco
Love hurts, and sometimes not in a good way. Looking into her eyes kills me. Knowing what I have to do hurts me. I don’t want to see her like this. I don’t want her to feel the way she feels either. Seeing the pain in her eyes rips my heart in half.
“If there were another way, I’d do it, Chula.”
“Let’s … let’s move. We can get out of here, start over somewhere new.”
“Where would we go?”
“It doesn’t matter! All that matters is we aren’t here, right? They can’t fuck with you if we aren’t here.”
“She’s right. They won’t follow you,” Damion adds. They may be right, but they may also be wrong. What if they did follow me? What if they did come after me and accidentally got her? That’s a risk I’m not willing to take.
“Why can’t we leave after I finish this?”
“What if you get caught?” I see the tears in her eyes, and it fucking kills a piece of me.
“I’m not going to get caught. Just … I need to finish this. After that, I’ll do whatever you want, go anywhere you want.” Her hands fall from my face, and she pulls out of my grasp. She steps around me and begins to walk out of the room.
“Don’t walk away from me, Chula!”
“You’re not giving me a choice. I have to walk away from you, Marco. If I don’t, I’m going to lose you again.” Her words come out harsh and slam right into me. If I do this, if I go through with this, she’s going to leave me.
“So that’s it? I do this, and you walk?”
“That’s it. I physically, mentally, and emotionally can’t lose you again, Marco. It fucking broke something inside me. It tore my heart apart when you had to go the first time. I will not go through that again.” She turns and walks out of the room, leaving me and my brother. I blow out a breath and scrub my hand over my face as I turn to look at him.
“She’s not wrong. She lost it, Marco. It’s taken a lot for her to move forward after you were gone,” he tells me. “It wasn’t easy for her.”
“You think it wasn’t hard for me?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m sure that was hard as fuck for you, but she can’t lose you again, Marco.”
“I don’t know what to do. I can’t not do it. I agreed, and you know how that shit goes in there,” I tell him. He nods his head before he sighs.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“What?”
“I said I’ll take care of it. Give me the information and I’ll have it taken care of,” he tells me once more. I shake my head. No fucking way will I let him get involved in this. He’s been out of the game for so long, and he’s doing well.
“I’m not getting you involved in this!”
“You either let me handle it or you lose her forever, Marco. There really isn’t a choice here,” he says. He’s right. There isn’t because I can’t lose her. I won’t.
“Fuck, Damion. Fuck!”
“We’re brothers. And you’re right. I left you back then to move the fuck on with my life. It was wrong. Let me make this right.”
“And moving? You think we should move?” Because I’m not convinced that it’s the best idea right now.
“That’s on you. Is it safer? Fuck, yeah, it will be. You’ll be away from the crews and shit. Luna has worked hard to get where she is, and she can work anywhere and finish school,” he tells me. I nod my head. He’s right. She has worked hard to get to where she is right now, and I’d be some kind of bastard if I ruined that for her.
“And me? What the fuck do I have to offer her? I’ve been in prison for four years, Damion. I can’t give her shit,” I growl now.
“You give me love and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I look up to see her standing in the doorway and instantly move toward her. It’s like a goddamn magnet pulls me straight to her.
“Chula, you mean everything to me. You know that, right?” She nods her head even though I still see tears in them. “Then know I will do whatever you want me to do right now. You want to move? We move. You want to stay, we stay.”
