Cartel Queen by Chelsea Camaron

Author:Chelsea Camaron [Camaron, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carolina Dreams Publishing
Published: 2018-04-18T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Mari Belle

The water engulfed my body. It felt heavenly to sink down in the tub as I tried to push all my worries away. While I couldn’t shake the thoughts flooding my head, my body found comfort submerged in the hot liquid.

Behind us was Chicago, and ahead of us were a road unpaved and a path unknown to find my brother. It felt good not to be confined to Javi’s house sitting and waiting.

We were finally going after Maricio. I wasn’t anxious as in nervous, but rather in a hurry to get to him. I wanted justice for my daughter. There were many times I wanted to question Javi on why he wasn’t tracking Maricio, but I knew better than to push the issue.

In our culture it wasn’t a common thing for a woman to question a man in the first place, much less the completely fucked up situation Javi and I were in.

I also wasn’t sure he would give me an answer if I asked anyway. Mainly because our situation was rocky, at best. It was easy to get lost with him. It was hard to face the thoughts of a future with or without him.

I went into this wanting Javi to hurt. I wanted to inflict as much pain as possible. Except as time passed, I saw he was hurting far more all on his own than he would from anything I was capable of doing. I could sense his struggles. Even after all this time, somehow we were still connected enough that I managed to read some of his emotions.

Like tonight. I could feel his confliction about me, about us, and his pain became my pain about Yesnia. We were both hurting and broken. It was like our souls were scorched, seared, and dying off from sadness.

Javi left me alone after our shared moment. While my body craved more from him, my mind was thankful to have some time to process things. Sometimes everyone just needed time alone. It was a chance to press the reset button on my emotions.

In a matter of time, I would be face to face with my brother again.

The man who took everything from me would be sharing the same space and the very same air as me.

The same man I once looked up to.

Our mother used to tell us, we only had one brother/sister. We only had each other and we needed to rely on the other for strength and be encouraging. She didn’t tolerate fighting between us.

When we were kids, Maricio did so much for me. Like teaching me to ride a bike. I remember the times Javi and Maricio spent holding the bike up and running beside me until I got comfortable. They found my bike in a dumpster, so I didn’t have training wheels and we certainly couldn’t afford to buy any. Those two put their heads together to teach me. Maricio always said he didn’t want me missing out on anything because of our situation. If our father wasn’t going to be the man of the house, he would.

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