Previously on TOUGH LOVE….
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Blood, SA, abuse, etc.
Mrs.hellings:” You’re not a child anymore, Damon! Everything you do now will affect you in the future. You can either tell him or he will find out on his own…….Or you can …let him go.”
Damon:” You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Ivan:” Damon isn’t who you think he is!”
Rhea:” Who is Ivan? He’s just sounds like a narcissistic jackass.”
Oliver:” he kinda swore vengeance on Damon. so he could be saying that just to turn me against him. Anyway, let’s finish this painting.”
She nodded and continued to paint.
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Oliver’s pov
I waited outside the school.
Rhea:” You sure you don’t want me to stay til Ron gets here?”
Oliver:” I’m sure, rhea. I’ll be fine.”
She nodded but was hesitant.
Then she left with Alex.
I texted Damon to let him know that I’m ready to be picked up.
He said that Ron is on his way. I waited…as every car passed and the trees move with the windy breeze.
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“Hola Chico”
I turned around only to see two men standing at least two feet from me.
I kinda looked around and then back at them.
Oliver:”Me?” I say, pointing at myself.
“You,”
one of the rugged men that had scars on his face, missing teeth and rings all over his knuckles.
He pointed at me.
Uh nope..
I took a step back.
Oliver:”I have someone coming to pick me up.”
“No need, Chico. We will give you a ride.”
The other man with the more professional look grinned at me as he said this.
” This kid took out José? Don’t seem like it…”
The rugged man looked at me confused.
Wait, what? Took out José? What the fuck are they talking about?
Oliver:”I don’t know what you’re talking about, and no, I’m good…. You can leave me alone, though. “
” we weren’t asking…”
The rugged man’s voice was raspy, and he pulled out a gun from his pocket…
I took a step back. Shit…
I turned and started to run.
The men didn’t waste any time and started to run after me.
Fuck fuck fuck!
I ran down the street where more cars are shown. I crossed the street where on coming cars kept going. Honking and cursing at me.
I didn’t stop. I passed people accidentally bumping into them.
I have my phone in my pocket . I need to try and call Damon. Whenever I can get away from these fucks! What do they even want from me!?
I turned my head a bit. They were close. I looked around as a ran. Wait, I recognized this street! Maybe if I hide in a shop or something!? I turned the corner and I saw a small cafe. I ran at the door but slowed my pace. I don’t want people panicking because of these guys..
I went to the furthest booth table, passed a couple of book shelves, and sat. Some people were looking at me. As well a mother with a little kid. I peeked my head out from the booth to look outside.
The two men appeared from the shops window. They looked around. The rugged man flares his arms around angrily. The professional one looked calm. Said something to the rugged man that made him calm. But what? The rugged man nodded, and they both went out of view.
I took a deep breath.
What the fuck!?? What the fuck just happened!?
My heart was beating fast, and my legs kinda lost the adrenaline. I placed my bookbag down and took out my phone. My hands were shaking. I was about to call Damon till.
“HI, welcome to our café, where you relax and read to your hearts consent.”
I jumped a bit from her sudden hi.
Waitress:” Apologizes, I don’t mean to scare you. Would you like anything to drink or eat?”
Oliver:” y-your okay, um no thank you. I’m good.”
Waitress:” Of course, let me know if you need anything..”
She nods and walks away.
I took a sigh. I placed my head on my arms that layed on the table.
Fuck.
” Thirsty chico?”
I quickly looked up, and the
two men were there…
My heart drops.
They both slide in across from me.
I flinched about to go out from the booth.
“Ah ah…run…and we will make a scene. Not only for you… but for every lovely people you see in here.”
The professional man slightly pulls the gun out from under a napkin.
I sat still. I couldn’t move.
Fuck I didn’t call Damon!
Why didn’t I call damon!?
The rugged man looked at me with a unsure face.
“Now… let’s start over, shall we? Let’s start with our names. My name is Angel. This is my brother here. Marco.”
The rugged man slightly chuckles.
Angel:” Now we already know who you are, but it’s only kind if you tell us.”
They know who I am?…
But why? How?? Shit. That text. Could it be from them? Or that guy that was arrested?
Angel:” Hey. Focus.”
He slightly moves the gun under the napkin.
Do they actually know who I am, or are they just bluffing??
Oliver:” If you already know, why do I have to tell you?”
Marco:” Don’t get smart with us, Chico. Just listen to what we say, and no one has to get hurt.”
Mhmm..
Oliver:” Oliver..”
Angel:” Very good. Smart boy. Now oliver…..get up. You’re coming with us. Understand?”
But I didn’t move.
Then the waitress comes back to the table.
Waitress:” Hello, does anyone need anything?”
Angel:” we don’t need anything. In fact, we’re just about to leave. Right, Oliver?”
I nod.
The waitress backs up as the men gets out from the booth.
Angels lead the way while Marco waits for me to get behind Angel.
I grabbed my phone, placed it in my pocket, and carried my bookbag.
Marco:” Thank you, have a nice day.”
The waitress nods, but she seems concerned.
All three of us go out the door.
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Angel:”We got him. Pull around. “
Soon, a car came from around the corner. Shit what should I do?…
Then I felt phone being slipped out from my back pocket and my bag being taken from me.
Oliver:” Hey!”
Marco:” You won’t be needing these.”
The car pulled up, and angel sorta pushed me into the car.
Then the two men sat on the right and left side of me.
Angel looked at the driver.
Angel:” Go to the point.”
Driver nods.
And we drive off.
Oliver:”What do you want from me?”
I looked at Angel.
Angel:” we don’t want you… but someone else does.”
Oliver:” Who?”
Angel snapped at the driver, and the driver handed Angel something black.
Angel:” You aren’t supposed to know where we are going.”
Oliver:” You do not need to do th-“
He put a black mask over my head and binded my hands to the front of me.
Leaving only feeling minor bump from the cars movement and hearing the car accelerate.
The fuck?! They don’t go this far! What can I do!? I’m already in their fucking car!
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Damon’s pov.
Retailer:” This would be a great offer. I don’t just give this to anyone, Mr.hellings.”
Damon:” I understand that. You would deliver them safely, yes?”
He nods.
Damon:” Very well then.”
He smiles and shakes my hand.
Retailer:” I won’t let you down, Mr.hellings.”
Then, one of my agents walked in.
Agent:”Apologies, Mr.hellings.”
I nod.
The retailer walks to the door.
Damon:”Oh, and if you do fail me..”
He turns to me.
Damon:” It will be your life that will pay.”
He avoided eye contact.
Retailer:” Yes….Mr.hellings “
And leaves out the door.
I look at the agent.
Damon:” Well?”
Agent:” we have him. Tigre Blanco. we’ve figured out exactly where he is. A strip club. Apparently, he started to own it 5 years ago.”
Damon:” How far?”
I got up and took my coat.
Agent:” Half an hour.”
Damon:” Let’s go.”
I got outside the office and went into the car.
My men come up in two different SVUs.
Then my phone rang.
Ron.
Damon:”Ron?”
Ron:” He is not here Master Damon. I’ve tried his cell, but there is no answer.”
Damon:” Shit…..”
I hung up and yelled at the driver.
Damon:” Go! Drive!!”
The driver accelerated off.
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Oliver’s pov
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Soon, we stopped.
I could hear the gravel crunching as we did.
The car doors opened, and I got more space as Angel and Marco got out. Til I was pulled out of the car.
Angel:” Alright, open the doors!”
I felt a hand on my shoulder just pushing into a direction.
The sounds of muffled music became louder. With the booming of the speakers.
I could see lights flashing through the mask.
People cheered and yelled through the music.
My steps are almost stumbling from moving blindly.
Soon, we got somewhere a bit quieter. I hear some men talk in another language. Like Spanish.
Angel:”Just open the door fuckface. This is who the boss is looking for.”
I hear a door opening.
Now I feel an aggressive pull as I walk forward.
Angel:” we gottem boss. He was at the school. Like you said.”
Then, someone forced me to sit on a chair.
Things were quiet besides the slight movements.
Shit what now….
“Remove the mask.”
A raspy but tough voice commanded.
My wrists were first binded to the arms of the chair before the mask was pulled off my head.
My eyes squinted and blinked from the lack of light. Took some time to adjust.
In front of me is a man. A man whose face looked like he’s been in serious fights. You could see some scars trailing from his eye to his jaw. A cigar rested on his lips as the smoke from the tip of it builds. He wears a black suit with a golden chain around his neck.
He looks at me with an unsure face.
“Mhm.. Oliver hillings..”
I looked at him with furrowed brows.
I can’t look scared.
Oliver:” Who’s asking?”
He gives a smirk.
Tigre Blanco:” Many call me Tigre Blanco. The head of this establishment and of “The Locos.” You’ve met my men, mhm?”
I turn to see Angel and Marco.
Oliver:” Yeah. We’ve met. The fuck is this about? What is going on!?”
I turn back at Tigre.
Tigre Blanco:” Looks like someone has it out for you, Oliver. He didn’t tell me the reason why, and quite frankly, I don’t really ……care. The thing is. You killed one of my best men.”
Oliver:” Whoa, whoa, what? I didn’t kill anyone! What makes you think I killed someone?!”
I felt a knife at my neck.
Tigre:” Don’t talk over me..
Anyway, José was supposed to grab you a couple of nights ago. He was following you around for a couple of weeks until he had found the perfect time to do so….but never returned. Later, I found his body a couple of blocks from here at one of my clubs. Stab wounds ….one through his head.”
I swallowed hard.
That night? Wait…I..what? Damon told me he was arrested..
Oliver:”A couple nights ago? That was him? I thought he had gotten arrested…”
The man looked at me with curious eyes.
Tigre:” Now, why do you think he got arrested?”
Oh shit.
Oliver:” Because there were police….so I would think he was -“
Tigre:” Tell me, exactly what happened, mhm?”
He burnt out his cigar on a small tray as he moved to the front of his desk facing me.
Oliver:” I-I saw a guy that night, one with a scar on his right eye. After I got a creepy text. Most likely from him. Then I had called the police and they were looking for him. Later, the police went away, so I assumed he was arrested! I swear that’s all I know.”
The man chuckles.
Tigre:” You know, I don’t like people who lie to me -“
Oliver:” I’m not lyi-“
WHAM!!*
Oliver:”ARGH!”
FUCK!
He punches me across my face.
Tigre:” Dammit, I probably shouldn’t damage that face of yours…”
Oliver:” The…fuck?..”
I moved my jaw a bit, but a sharp pain was sheering through my face.
Tigre:” A life for a life. I’m not going to give you to the buyer. No, no, no. For now on. You work for me.”
W-what??
Oliver:” Fuck that. Fuck you!”
WHAM!!*
FUCK!
Tigre:” That mouth of yours is going to get you in lots of trouble. The men here at my club don’t take too kindly to talking back. Heh, some men actually get off from that.”
I felt something warm dripping down my nose. Blood.
Shit!
Marco:” Ah! We should give him to Enrique. We know he won’t stop til they are broken.”
Tigre:” Great Idea”
He goes closer to me.
Tigre:” it’s the fighting he likes the most. And we know this one. He has a lot of fight in him.”
What the fuck..
Then I hear the door open.
Man:” Boss, Hellings is here.”
Hellings!?!?
A familiar voice is heard.
Damon:” The fuck do you think you are doing?”
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To be continued….
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