asked.
“I'm twenty-six,” she said, still looking at Esteban with disgust.
Trista quickly did the math and realized Esteban was roughly twice Rosita's age.
“Did your husband tell you the whole story?” Rosita asked. “I bet he did not.”
Trista couldn't help but notice the striking beauty of Rosita. Her skin was very dark, along with her silky hair, so black it shined. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, both of them hugging every curve of her perfect body.
“Rosita, let's not speak of such things, not on our first day together,” Esteban said, his happy mood starting to fade.
“He killed my fiancee when I was sixteen. Shot him in the head and buried him in the desert,” Rosita said.
“He stole from me! Even worse, he stole from my bosses! I did what I had to do!” Esteban said, the veins in his neck standing out as he exploded.
“He did not! That bastard Rodolfo did it, and you know it! You killed Leandro to cover up for your no good fucking friend!” Rosita said, exploding as well. She became even sexier when angry, her Latina fire adding a new layer of sensuality.
Just as fast as it had flared, Esteban's temper cooled. “This is all very long ago, let us put the past behind us and look forward to happier times.”
Rosita stared out of the window, her eyes empty. “To me, it may as well have been yesterday,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.
Finding Ed Sharp was easy, and Axl walked up behind him calmly as he walked down the street. It was late, but not so late the streets were entirely deserted. Then again, in Diablo Vista, the streets were never completely deserted. Axl was glad, as he didn't want too many witnesses, but at the same time didn't want to stand out so much Ed noticed him. As they passed an alley, he grabbed Ed and tossed him over a Dumpster.
“What the fuck,” Ed said, rolling to his feet and pulling out a small .25 automatic pistol which Axl easily slapped away from him.
“Hello, Ed,” Axl said, stalking towards him as Ed backed deeper into the alley.
“Axl? Axl Dane?” Ed said, his voice cracking a little.
“Damn, you recognized me even in this dim lighting? I didn't know I was so famous,” Axl said, keeping a close eye on Ed for more weapons. That turned out to be a smart idea, as Ed pulled a switchblade and made a clumsy slash at him. Axl caught Ed's arm and twisted it back until he dropped the blade, which he then kicked under a nearby dumpster.
“Shit, Ed. You try to shoot me, then try to stab me? I'm beginning to think we aren't friends!”
The lighting in the alley was bad, a combination of moonlight, neon, and fluorescent lights coming from a few of the windows. But he could still see Ed had gone pale. He knew Axl's reputation, and also knew odds were against this visit being anything but bad.
“What do you want, Axl? Are you just gonna kill me in a damn dingy alley?” Ed asked, almost crying.
“Not yet, but that may be in your future if you don't shut up and listen to me,” Axl said.
Ed was still backing his way down the alley, eyeing the end and contemplating making a run for it.
“Stop moving, right now. If you run, I'll shoot you,” Axl said, meaning it.
Ed stopped. “What the fuck, Axl? What the hell have I ever done to you?” Ed's mind was racing as he thought of what he possibly could have done to Axl. He screwed a lot of people over,
“I'm twenty-six,” she said, still looking at Esteban with disgust.
Trista quickly did the math and realized Esteban was roughly twice Rosita's age.
“Did your husband tell you the whole story?” Rosita asked. “I bet he did not.”
Trista couldn't help but notice the striking beauty of Rosita. Her skin was very dark, along with her silky hair, so black it shined. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, both of them hugging every curve of her perfect body.
“Rosita, let's not speak of such things, not on our first day together,” Esteban said, his happy mood starting to fade.
“He killed my fiancee when I was sixteen. Shot him in the head and buried him in the desert,” Rosita said.
“He stole from me! Even worse, he stole from my bosses! I did what I had to do!” Esteban said, the veins in his neck standing out as he exploded.
“He did not! That bastard Rodolfo did it, and you know it! You killed Leandro to cover up for your no good fucking friend!” Rosita said, exploding as well. She became even sexier when angry, her Latina fire adding a new layer of sensuality.
Just as fast as it had flared, Esteban's temper cooled. “This is all very long ago, let us put the past behind us and look forward to happier times.”
Rosita stared out of the window, her eyes empty. “To me, it may as well have been yesterday,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.
Finding Ed Sharp was easy, and Axl walked up behind him calmly as he walked down the street. It was late, but not so late the streets were entirely deserted. Then again, in Diablo Vista, the streets were never completely deserted. Axl was glad, as he didn't want too many witnesses, but at the same time didn't want to stand out so much Ed noticed him. As they passed an alley, he grabbed Ed and tossed him over a Dumpster.
“What the fuck,” Ed said, rolling to his feet and pulling out a small .25 automatic pistol which Axl easily slapped away from him.
“Hello, Ed,” Axl said, stalking towards him as Ed backed deeper into the alley.
“Axl? Axl Dane?” Ed said, his voice cracking a little.
“Damn, you recognized me even in this dim lighting? I didn't know I was so famous,” Axl said, keeping a close eye on Ed for more weapons. That turned out to be a smart idea, as Ed pulled a switchblade and made a clumsy slash at him. Axl caught Ed's arm and twisted it back until he dropped the blade, which he then kicked under a nearby dumpster.
“Shit, Ed. You try to shoot me, then try to stab me? I'm beginning to think we aren't friends!”
The lighting in the alley was bad, a combination of moonlight, neon, and fluorescent lights coming from a few of the windows. But he could still see Ed had gone pale. He knew Axl's reputation, and also knew odds were against this visit being anything but bad.
“What do you want, Axl? Are you just gonna kill me in a damn dingy alley?” Ed asked, almost crying.
“Not yet, but that may be in your future if you don't shut up and listen to me,” Axl said.
Ed was still backing his way down the alley, eyeing the end and contemplating making a run for it.
“Stop moving, right now. If you run, I'll shoot you,” Axl said, meaning it.
Ed stopped. “What the fuck, Axl? What the hell have I ever done to you?” Ed's mind was racing as he thought of what he possibly could have done to Axl. He screwed a lot of people over,
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