Hector threat, that Jimmy would start cutting throats if she didn't speak… didn't really understand because she was still vomiting, she was still out of her little world as she realized that they truly had fucked up with all of this and now the butcher ca to them to collect the debt of them… which is their life.
Second, she knew too very well, as everybody, that even if she spoke they were going to kill all of them, so talking anything about their plan and business would an nothing, just death… but that's what Hector was genius about.
He didn't threaten her directly, but at the sa ti he did. He planted that seed in her mind, the idea that if she didn't speak, her little friends who were ready to attack the family one by one, would die in the most brutal way possible, and she would have to watch all of it.
She would see the blade cutting their throat and with it the blood gushing out, she would see their bodies falling into their own blood, and worst of all, she would feel the guilt about it, because it was clear to Hector, to Ramirez, to everybody in the room that she was one of the very clever persons who planned all of it.
And what made it even worse was Hector's attitude and deanor.
He didn't raise his voice, he didn't move closer, he didn't even look angry, nor Ramirez.
His calm tone, that fucking smile on his face, made everything much worse and put her into the position of being the one who decides everybody's life in the warehouse. Hector wanted her to imagine it, to picture every horrible mont and she did.
She pictured their faces, their screams, their blood, and their families waiting for them ho… where they will never go ho, or maybe they will too would end in the dirt chopped up for the sins their loved ones committed.
Yeah, Hector didn't need to threaten her.
He just made her believe the nightmare was already waiting behind the door, ready to step in the mont she chose silence.
"So do you want to talk or should we start—"
"T-talk." She interrupted him as she looked up still with those eyes of a demon, of sobody who knew she lost everything and the only thing waiting for her is death… not a simple one but one where they want her to speak, to betray those who she believed in, to betray herself too, but she knew she needed to talk.
"Good." Hector said as he clapped his hands together. "Then can you tell what the fuck is this, because I do not understand it. I wanted to believe it, that a war is upon us started by our own but looking at y'all is everything but a war… it is sothing laughable."
Hector was right, at least he was right with his own belief. He almost got killed by the cartel and then all of it ca back to the family, to Xavier, and from him it looked like there are rats in the family that are powerful and ready to truly shake up everything… but it all collapsed the mont they talked with Xavier.
This whole master plan and initial war just lost its aning with him, because he folded the mont he saw Hector and Ramirez and moreover realized what was going to happen to him and just talked it out, snitched everybody.
And there is no fun in that, there is no fun hunting them where they don't even can run, can't even stand up for themselves… it is just a hunt that has already been over with only one thing that needs to be answered.
What is this? What did they want to accomplish with it? What was their plan?
And the key to it was her.
"H-ope…" She said as she still held eye contact with Hector.
"Hope?" Now Ramirez asked back. "What hope?"
Silence. For a minute or so she didn't say anything, just closed her eyes knowing that is the mont to maybe sohow influence them… or just to tell the real truth she feels.
"In the beginning… it was hope… we all ca because of it, that was Jas' goal… he gave us hope." She continued "He gives us hope, gives us work and a life to live without worrying about anything…" Her smile died as she looked into Hector's eyes. "... and we believed in it like sheeps."
"What?" Hector asked as he was confused, like he didn't understand what she ant by it… because it was true Jas indeed gave hope to everybody who joined the family, he granted them everything they needed to live a good life and still does.
He could find the connection.
We all believed him… we knew what the job was, we all knew it was a mafia that supplies the country with drugs, that has its hand in everything… but… "She looked up at Hector."...we noticed sothing."
"What would that be?" Ramirez asked again as to him this all looked like bullshit, like if she is just lying, making bullshit up.
"That he's losing his mind… that innocent people like us, people who were supposed to give hope, are dying because of him… that he's turned into exactly what every other family becos a family obsessed with money, obsessed with profit, obsessed with keeping power… instead of giving hope, instead of being what it was ant to be. And you two know it as well." She let out a small laugh, shaking her head."You, Hector… the one closest to him. You've noticed it, haven't you?" She looked deeper into his eyes. "That he's changed, no, he's beco unstable, beco insane. He went from being a man who calculated every move, a man who stood for the people… to soone who turned against everything he originally fought for."
"How many innocent people have died?" Another man joined in. "The massacres in the city, the shooting at the restaurant, the numbers… does he know about it? Does he know that twenty three innocents were killed and four children? Does he know that you personally ordered families to be wiped out to protect him? Hector, your n killed children and won, innocents who had no business in anything… you lied to him."
"This whole family for hope… is a joke." The woman joined in again, shaking her head. "We thought we knew what it ca with… but with Rafael's death, Jas stepped over the line of what is acceptable… he turned into sothing that is not for the people a long ti ago."
They say when belief breaks, a man changes, not suddenly but piece by piece, and as the weight of disappointnt settles on his shoulders he discovers that the person he becos afterward is nothing like the one he spent ti pretending to be.
But what if… that person doesn't care about it? Doesn't care about what he has beco, but does only one thing… he adapts to it?
Jas Bellini, the Don of the Bellini family, lost himself a long ti ago, and what he beca from the broken pieces can be described with one word…
Greatness, with all of its darkness.
He saved more than he ever killed for the family, he did more for the people than the governnt… he actually forced the governnt to take steps for their own citizens, and one thing is certain.
Nobody is going to decide what is right or what is wrong for a man who holds a country in his palms.
"Ohh… that was cute." Hector said, a curled smile forming on his face. "... but I didn't co here to listen to your emotional struggles… Jimmy, do it."
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