Look how much shit me been through wid har…
Given our history… mi nah get that shit.
Denique’s brows pulling closer. “Do you know her?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ve just heard the name.”
“She’s a public figure, a beautiful girl. Sweet too. She’ll enjoy working with someone like you.”
If only she knew the backstory. The trauma. The stains I’ve left on that girl’s life.
“She lives in Mexico now,” she continues, but I can barely hear the rest. My mind races. Talia doesn’t have to sign this. I’ve come too far. But deep down, I know she won’t. Not for me.
I try to keep my composure. “And if she signs it, I’m good?”
Denique nods. “Document finalized. The land is yours.”
I scratch my head, lost in thought.
How do I even approach her? I sent her away like a stray dog. I killed her father. She’s probably still haunted by my face. I can’t ask her for a favor.
But I need this land. I need it desperately. I start sinking into my own thoughts.
Nickoi, this isn’t like you. You always find a way.
I take a deep breath.
No, I won’t give up. Not like this. Even if I feel desperate. Even if I feel vulnerable.
Denique stands, smoothen her skirt, and offers her hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll get that land. I can feel it.”
I force a smile and shake her hand. “Thanks, Denique.”Even if it doesn’t work out.I don’t say that part out loud.
57
Contrite
Somewhere in Mexico…
“Hoy fue divertida, tenemos que comprar allí de nuevo,” I hear Talia say as I
get closer to her door.
[Today was fun, we have to shop there again.]
I take a deep breath and press the doorbell.
Getting to Mexico wasn’t challenging, thanks to Genius keeping tabs on her. But getting her signature after all the shit I’ve put her through? That’s the real challenge. After two minutes, my patience starts to wear thin, so I press the doorbell again.
What’s she doing?
Another minute passes and finally, the door opens to reveal a Latina I don’t recognize. I glance past her, looking for Talia, then back at her.
She checks me out with a smile.
Another one!DJ Khaled’s voice.
Not now.
