Chapter 5

Alex's POV -

"Dude, seriously. I need to get laid. It's been like, three days." I groan, running a hand over my face. My best friend, Caleb is sat on the end of my bed, controller in his hand. He turns to face me as soon as the battle is over on the screen, his eyes lighting up with humour.

"You need to get yourself a girlfriend, the sex is like almost every day." Caleb grins, his smile lighting up his face. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at his head, watching as it bounces off him.

"Fuck having a girlfriend. Girlfriends are a major pain the ass. How many times has Nikki messaged you since you've been at mine?" I question, my eyebrow raised at him. He drops his gaze to his phone, the cockiness disappearing from his features.

"Six? Seven?" I tease him, a smirk plastered on my face as I realise I'm right. My point made exactly.

"It's actually eight times," Caleb mutters, grimacing before turning his phone off. I let out a loud whoop, fist pumping the air.

"See, dude? I'm always right. Girlfriends are crazy. She'll be driving herself insane thinking your cheating on her when really, you're keeping my miserable ass company."

"I agree with you partially but don't tell Nikki that. She'll bite my head off." Caleb mutters unhappily, reaching over for another slice of pizza.

"Is your right hand not good enough anymore? The doctor said you need to rest, sex is not resting." Caleb shot me an amused look and I scowl at him in return.

"Shut up. Sex heals everything." I grin, reaching over for my phone.

"I need someone who isn't crazy. I can't have her going all Karma Sutra on me when I've just been stabbed."

We both turn to look at each other, thinking the exact same thing.

"Kelsey?" I say, already scrolling through my contacts to find her. Caleb nods in agreement -

"She's your best bet man. She isn't adventurous but she'll get the job done."

I can't help but laugh at him, shaking my head at his thoughts towards girls. I couldn't judge him, I'm the exact same. There's never been anyone special enough for me, all they want is to sleep with me and move on. That's more than fine by me.

"He's too dangerous."

"He's not a family guy, he'll cheat and leave you broken hearted."

"Alex is bad news, stay away from him."

I've heard it all.

For women, I'm good enough to sleep with. But, a relationship? None of them have the guts for that. I send her a text quickly, something along the lines of missing her, wanting to meet up... blah blah.

"Done?" Caleb asks me and I nod silently, placing my phone back onto my desk.

*****

"Alex!"

"Alex! Get down here!"

I groan and roll over, my body hitting something warm behind me. I sit up in bed and turn, memories of last night flooding back to me. Kelsey is sleeping soundly beside me, her blonde hair messily sprawled across my pillow. I carefully climb out of bed, hoping she'll wake up soon and leave. I slowly get dressed, wincing as the pain in my stomach increases from the movement.

"Alex! por el amor de Dios!"

I roll my eyes and reach for my door handle, prying my door open.

"Papa, give me a second! And stop using Gods name in vain!" I yell sarcastically, hearing him reply back with multiple curse words. It's a mixture of Spanish and English and I can't help but chuckle. He might be crazy but I still love the son of a bitch.

I lazily walk down the stairs, yawning behind my hand. Papa is in the living room, pacing back and forth. I notice Juan seated on the couch, a joint in his mouth. No surprise there.

"Hola Juan." I mutter, heading for the kitchen. He grunts back at me in response and I roll my eyes, hating he is the only blood we have living in England. Everyone else is back home in Spain, waiting for all three of us to come back. I reach for a banana, peeling it before biting half of it off and chewing it. I can hear Papa's footsteps quicken up and I know if I don't see him soon, he'll burn right through the floor with his shoes.

"What's wrong?" I ask, entering the living room. I walk over to the couch and drop myself down onto it, placing my feet onto the soft leather. Papa turns towards me, his jaw locked angrily. It doesn't phase me, he's always angry.

"The drug deal you did yesterday, where is the money?" Papa asks, his eyes burning holes through mine. I shrug, nodding over in Juan's direction.

"Juan came with me. He took the bag with the fifteen thousand in it, ask him."

Juan's eyes immediately widen and considering he's always high, it's a clear sign of his guilt. Papa takes a threatening step towards Juan, his wide shoulders tensing up.

"Where the fuck is my money?"

Juan glares angrily in my direction and I shrug again, a small smile on my face. I take another bite of the banana and smack my lips loudly, enjoying watching Juan squirm under my father's intense stare.

"Asshole" Juan mutters under his breath and I scowl at him, sitting up to lean towards him.

"If you weren't family, I would have chopped off your dick and fed it to the neighbours dog by now."

My words are meant to be a threat, laced with a sick humour. Juan's jaw locks tightly and he jumps off his seat in one swift movement, charging towards me. I simply sit back, not phased in the slightly. Juan doesn't stop until he's inches away from my face, his dark eyes burning with hatred.

"I am ashamed to share blood with you." He hisses, his spit landing on my face. I grimace and shove at his chest, pushing him backwards.

"You're fucking disgusting Juan. Get out of my face with your frothing rabies."

I anger him further but lean back and grin, my intentions were to piss him off further. I sneak a glance at Papa who is standing behind Juan, his lips twitching from my insult. Papa couldn't stand Juan either, we simply put up with him because he's family.

"Juan, I won't ask you again. Where is my money?" Papa demands, his voice rising. I watch Juan take a seat back in his chair and narrow my eyes at him, noticing his suspicious behaviour. He's avoiding eye contact, with both of us.

"I owed it out jefe. I promise I'll pay you back by next week, with interest!" He pleads, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. Papa takes another step towards him, crouching on his knees so that he's eye level with him. I watch as he stares him down for a few seconds, a tactic he'd also taught me. It broke your victims down, intimidating them so much, they give you whatever you want.

"Never, ever, steal my money again without asking me first. I won't hesitate to get rid of you Juan, do not test me."

His words are quiet yet let Juan know, he's not messing around. Papa is a man you do not play games with. Juan nods profusely, his eyes widening further.

"I w-won't do it again jefe, I promise. I'll have your money back by next week!"

I can see him shaking with fear and roll my eyes once again. This is why Juan doesn't do interrogations. He's a wimp, gives in to fear too easily. I jump off the couch and walk over to him, slapping his shoulders a few times.

"Let's make sure you bring double back, okay Juan?"

He nods again, a little less enthusiastically this time. I can see the hatred for me flash through his eyes once again and I chuckle, amused.

"Oh Juan, you do cheer me up.” He scowls at me in return.