03-20-2024, 11:44 PM
He thought all this cartel shit was behind him. It was a weak thread to pull, but dammit Jay’s sanity was hanging by it.
Cayli. His dad. Mom. The explosion of a gun. The spray of blood. Natalie’s face, sweaty and dirty, next to die. Utterly powerless to save her, twisted by the desire that Zacarías just get it over with and finally end it all. His chest tightened into a cage; his ribs frozen to steel. Breath was hard to swallow. Placaso’s laugh, and the drip of that fucking water, rang in his ears.
"Carpenter!”
Jay blinked.
His palms curled to fists to hide their shaking, but Michael’s voice was a guide through the dark. The power was a void of peace, he realized, and focusing on it diminished the panic.
His voice was gravelly and tight. “If you want to test Amengual’s loyalty, force his hand, and show him my face.”
Cayli. His dad. Mom. The explosion of a gun. The spray of blood. Natalie’s face, sweaty and dirty, next to die. Utterly powerless to save her, twisted by the desire that Zacarías just get it over with and finally end it all. His chest tightened into a cage; his ribs frozen to steel. Breath was hard to swallow. Placaso’s laugh, and the drip of that fucking water, rang in his ears.
"Carpenter!”
Jay blinked.
His palms curled to fists to hide their shaking, but Michael’s voice was a guide through the dark. The power was a void of peace, he realized, and focusing on it diminished the panic.
His voice was gravelly and tight. “If you want to test Amengual’s loyalty, force his hand, and show him my face.”
Only darkness shows you the light.