Carlos was out late. He messaged Alaina yesterday saying that he would be staying at the club house over night. She wasn’t too worried because she knew that club shit really got to him sometimes and coming home just to leave early in the morning again was too much work. Alaina trusted him.
It was roughly around 10 pm, and Alaina finished making herself dinner, she didn’t prepare anything for Carlos because she wasn’t sure when he’d be back, if he was even coming back that night.
As she was cutting into the brownies she made, she heard a motorcycle revving in the driveway. She put a few brownies on a plate and then set it on the coffee table, then she rushed to the front door and unlocked it.
She heard his heavy footsteps walking on the porch, then she opened the door for him.
“Hey, baby.” She says quietly and then holds her arms out.
“Uh, hey.” He says, seeming a little distracted, he gives her a quick side hug and then walks around her and heads upstairs.
He was never one to avoid her, she thought back to think if she had done anything to upset him, but couldn’t think of anything.
She followed him upstairs, he was in the bathroom getting undressed. She peeked through the opening in the door and saw him without a shirt and bending over the sink, his hands on his face. He stood and rubbed his hands harshly down his face. His eyes were red and glossy, his nose was getting a little red as well. He unzipped his pants and kicked his boxers off, then hopped in the hot, steaming shower.
Alaina opened up the door slowly but then stopped herself once she heard soft sobs coming from the shower. She slowly backed up and closed the door.
About an hour later, he walked out in a towel. Alaina was slouching in a chair, her fist to her head to keep it up, she was mindlessly staring at the ground until he walked in. She sat up straight and brought her attention to him.
“You should go home tonight, baby.” He says in a low, husky voice as he stood in front of her and stroked her chin softly, then he walked to the bed and dropped his towel to get some clothes on.
Alaina stood up and walked over to him, her arms went around his muscular abdomen. She softly left two kisses on his back before resting her head against his back. He stopped what he was doing and put his hand over her hand.
“Baby, please go home.”
“I haven’t seen you in two days. Stop trying to kick me out.” She says and tightens her embrace.
Carlos turned around and leaned against his dresser. Alaina stood in front of him, maybe a foot away.
“What’s going on?” She whispers, crossing her arms.
He bit his lips and looked around, shaking his head. “I don’t know what y- nothing. There’s nothing wrong.”
“Juan Carlos.” She says loudly. “Stop keeping things from me. What is going on.” She strictly says.
Carlos stared at the ground and let out a very heavy sigh, chewing on his bottom lip.
“I killed someone today.” He finally says, staring into her eyes.
Alaina’s heart dropped. “Who.. who was it?” She whispers.
“She was a mother of three. She witnessed Jax kill someone so he told me to take care of her. I did. I smothered her and then shot her up with some heroin so it looked like an overdose.” His eyes were watering at this point, he bit his lip again out of habit.
“I don’t want you to look at me. Please leave, Alaina.” He says with the feeling of self loathing buried deep within.
Alaina, instead of obeying, stepped forward and put her hands on both sides of his face and turned his head to look at her.
“I’m so, so sorry, baby.” She whispers and stands on her tip-toes to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight embrace.
Carlos was going to push her away, but the more seconds that went by with him thinking of what to do, the more comfortable he became. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. He buried his face into her neck.
Alaina felt wet tears against her neck. She let go of him and pulled him to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and he fell to his knees, sobbing. He rested his head on her chest and bawled.
Alaina held him and kissed the top of his head. “I’m here, Carlos. I’m here, baby.” She whispers.
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