was tired of punching, Eduardo lifted his foot and began kicking Carlos all over his body.
âYou threaten anybody that works for me and you die, motherfucker. You threaten my business and I fucking kill you,â Eduardo huffed. Those words struck me like an open-handed slap to the face. I wondered right then if the real reason Eduardo was fucking Carlos up was because Carlos had threatened to tell and to shut down the business. As much as I wanted to believe that Eduardo was doing this to get revenge on Carlos for raping me, something in my heart said he was doing it to ultimately protect himself.
Carlos was barely conscious, but Eduardo wouldnât stop hitting and kicking him.
âThatâs enough,â I said. âHeâs not even moving anymore.â
âEnough? You think Iâm leaving this nigga alive so he can snitch? You think I came here just to beat his ass for recreation? Nah, I wanted him to suffer first, but this nigga gotta go, so go get me a pillow and get a towel,â Eduardo replied, winded and sweating. He was dead serious too. I was frozen in place. Murder wasnât what I had bargained for.
âGo! Do what the fuck I said!â Eduardo barked at me, spurring me into motion. My legs were moving, but they didnât even feel like they belonged to me. I knew my way around Carlosâs apartment, but I wished that I didnât. I came back and handed Eduardo the pillow.
âUse the towel to wipe your prints from this fucking place. But not before you take the laptop and any disks you find that might have any videos on it,â he instructed.
âIfâif you kill himâwho will we have to get the packages done?â I asked softly, too afraid to upset Eduardo any further. It was a valid concern, although I knew it wasnât a big enough concern to save Carlosâs life. I wanted him dead too, I just didnât want the police to suspect us.
âThatâs for you to figure out. This nigga right here ainât no more good to us. He will never stay loyal after this. Plus, if I know Lance, he wouldnât like to know that he threatened our entire operation,â Eduardo said with finality. I scurried away and grabbed up the laptop and whatever else I thought could be holding any incriminating videos. Then I began wiping the hard surfaces clean of my prints. Pop! Pop! Two muffled shots rang out. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tensed my shoulders in response to the noise. I bent over at the waist and threw up all over the floor.
âYo! Now you gonâ have to use bleach or something to clean that shit up. That shit will have your DNA all over this fucking place,â Eduardo yelled at me. I certainly hadnât thought of that when I was hurling up my guts. That scared me about Eduardo. It was like he was an expert on this type of shit. He had just killed a man and his hands werenât even shaking. His face showed no emotion: not fear, not remorse, nothing. He was simply cold, like nothing had just happened. All of the anger he was previously displaying against Carlos had seemed to subside. It was like the murder had brought him some type of calming relief. Me, I was a fucking wreck. Even after everything Carlos had done to me, I was still not really prepared to see him lying there stiff and dead like that. My hands and legs were shaking. I was crying and shivering. I was scared to imagine how I would be all night. Every time I closed my eyes I was sure I would keep replaying the murder over and over again.
âLetâs fucking go, Gabriella. Iâm hungry and I have shit to do,â Eduardo demanded. I could do nothing but look at Eduardo like he was crazy. I had just assisted in committing a cold-blooded murder and this nigga was talking about he was hungry. I couldnât imagine eating one bit a food at that moment. There was blood on my hands. We had committed the ultimate sin. I would never be the same after that and I
âYou threaten anybody that works for me and you die, motherfucker. You threaten my business and I fucking kill you,â Eduardo huffed. Those words struck me like an open-handed slap to the face. I wondered right then if the real reason Eduardo was fucking Carlos up was because Carlos had threatened to tell and to shut down the business. As much as I wanted to believe that Eduardo was doing this to get revenge on Carlos for raping me, something in my heart said he was doing it to ultimately protect himself.
Carlos was barely conscious, but Eduardo wouldnât stop hitting and kicking him.
âThatâs enough,â I said. âHeâs not even moving anymore.â
âEnough? You think Iâm leaving this nigga alive so he can snitch? You think I came here just to beat his ass for recreation? Nah, I wanted him to suffer first, but this nigga gotta go, so go get me a pillow and get a towel,â Eduardo replied, winded and sweating. He was dead serious too. I was frozen in place. Murder wasnât what I had bargained for.
âGo! Do what the fuck I said!â Eduardo barked at me, spurring me into motion. My legs were moving, but they didnât even feel like they belonged to me. I knew my way around Carlosâs apartment, but I wished that I didnât. I came back and handed Eduardo the pillow.
âUse the towel to wipe your prints from this fucking place. But not before you take the laptop and any disks you find that might have any videos on it,â he instructed.
âIfâif you kill himâwho will we have to get the packages done?â I asked softly, too afraid to upset Eduardo any further. It was a valid concern, although I knew it wasnât a big enough concern to save Carlosâs life. I wanted him dead too, I just didnât want the police to suspect us.
âThatâs for you to figure out. This nigga right here ainât no more good to us. He will never stay loyal after this. Plus, if I know Lance, he wouldnât like to know that he threatened our entire operation,â Eduardo said with finality. I scurried away and grabbed up the laptop and whatever else I thought could be holding any incriminating videos. Then I began wiping the hard surfaces clean of my prints. Pop! Pop! Two muffled shots rang out. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tensed my shoulders in response to the noise. I bent over at the waist and threw up all over the floor.
âYo! Now you gonâ have to use bleach or something to clean that shit up. That shit will have your DNA all over this fucking place,â Eduardo yelled at me. I certainly hadnât thought of that when I was hurling up my guts. That scared me about Eduardo. It was like he was an expert on this type of shit. He had just killed a man and his hands werenât even shaking. His face showed no emotion: not fear, not remorse, nothing. He was simply cold, like nothing had just happened. All of the anger he was previously displaying against Carlos had seemed to subside. It was like the murder had brought him some type of calming relief. Me, I was a fucking wreck. Even after everything Carlos had done to me, I was still not really prepared to see him lying there stiff and dead like that. My hands and legs were shaking. I was crying and shivering. I was scared to imagine how I would be all night. Every time I closed my eyes I was sure I would keep replaying the murder over and over again.
âLetâs fucking go, Gabriella. Iâm hungry and I have shit to do,â Eduardo demanded. I could do nothing but look at Eduardo like he was crazy. I had just assisted in committing a cold-blooded murder and this nigga was talking about he was hungry. I couldnât imagine eating one bit a food at that moment. There was blood on my hands. We had committed the ultimate sin. I would never be the same after that and I
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