"Everyone can stay at one of the Castle's apartments" he told Isabelle
"Apartments? What apartment?" She asked.
"Well, I'll explain that later but right now, we should get to somewhere safe and warm"
They all got into the car and Jameel drove them to an estate not too far from the company's building.
"Here we are" Jameel said and opened the car for them.
"Wow. What is this place?" Rosa asked.
"Where are we Mr. Castello?" Mr. Brannon asked and just then, he heard a thud from the trunk and looked at Dominic.
"God damn this bloody trunk. Keeps making this popping sound, and it doesn't even open" Jameel came in to save the day with his smooth tongue.
"Why don't I answer your questions when we're inside Mr. Brannon. We must leave the cold" Dominic said.
"Very well then" he replied, and Dominic rolled his wheelchair in.
"I own half of the houses in this estate. A house gets given to a staff that has been very efficient at the office, sometimes it comes with being promoted"
"Oh" Isabelle's dad as he looked around the house, it was beautiful.
"And all houses are fully furnished" he added
"Well, I guess I'll leave it to you then" Dominic said and went outside the house, Isabelle escorting him.
"I don't even know what to say" she said emotionally.
She had never received so much love or care or concern before.
"You could say you're happy. I always want you to be happy" he said.
"Dominic" she said, hugging him. He hugged her tighter.
"It's okay Isabelle, you should get back to your family now. Take the rest of the week off"
"Alright, and thank you"
"You're welcome. Call me if you need anything"
"Sure" he said and waved her goodbye. Jameel held the door open for him.
"I can go wherever knowing they're safe here. No one can have access to them once they're within this estate" Dominic said.
"When I saw the smoke in the sky, I didn't think it would've been her house. Thought maybe you wanted me to drive some random person to the hospital"
"I'm going to make that little shit regret the day his mum pushed him out. Take me to the warehouse"
"On it" he said and made a turn, changing course.
Security opened the gates and Jameel drove in. Luiz ran out of the warehouse.
"Welcome Jameel, but this is rather an unexpected visit"
"We're here to torture someone who messed up" he said and Luiz shuddered at the sound of that,
"Don't worry Luiz, it's not you" assuring him. "Thank God. And my daughter?"
"Go talk to the boss"
"Good evening, Jefe" he said, closing the door.
"Amigos!" Dominic exclaimed madly, scaring Luiz.
"Good day Jefe"
"Good day to you too my friend. How's my money coming up?" He asked.
"It's complete Jefe"
"En Serio?"
"Si Jefe" He nodded shakily.
"Excelenté"
"Get two men inside to clear some trash from my truck. Afterwards, dismiss everyone for the day. And then you go home"
"Okay Jefe"
"Well, what the fuck you staring at? Get to it, will you?" Dominic asked.
"Mi hija, Jefe" he said, and Dominic reached for the plier once more. Luiz ran out of the car before Dominic could even pick it up.
"You two, come with me" Luiz said to some workers and they went to the truck. All three of them were surprised when the trunk popped open.
"Well, what the fuck y'all looking at, get to work?" Jameel shouted. And they carried his body into the warehouse.
"Alright. We're done for the day. Till tomorrow" Luiz announced and the workers packed up and left.
Dominic got out of the car and went into the warehouse.
"Here you go boss," Jameel said, handing him a jug of ice-cold water.
"Wake up puto. Nap time is over" Dominic said as he poured it on the man from Isabelle's place.
"Now. You're going to tell me your name, who sent you, and why?"
Dominic said as he placed a seat in front of the tied-up man.
"Vete a la mierda"
"Nigga, I told you already. English!" Jameel said, stepping in.
"If you won't talk to him, then talk to me" Dominic said, but in Spanish.
"Qué?" The man said in disbelief.
"Why. You're surprised?"
"You're Mexican, but you betray your own kind, your brother and choose to stand with this nigger" he said, and Dominic smacked him, not with his palm this time, but with his knuckles which had iron rings on all fingers, its sharp edges, poking from all edges.
"One more word about brother this, brother that, or the N word, I'll give you a punch to the throat with this" Dominic threatened.
"Get me his phone Jameel"
Jameel searched all over him for a phone and got it.
"You will not find my name or who sent me there?" He said waspily and laughed.
"Who said anything about your name or who sent you?" Dominic said and turned his phone to face him, showing him a picture.
"Non, non, esperar" he gasped at what he saw.
"You ready to talk? No wait, what was it you said again. Ah yes, "vete a la mierda", right?"
"Non, please" he begged,
"Pretty, your girlfriend I mean, not you. You look hideous" Dominic said, crossing his legs, having his fun.
"Tell me again Jameel, what was that style we tried last with that lady?" Dominic asked, a situation that never happened but Jameel understood his ways.
"You mean the doggy style?"
"Si! Doggy style" Dominic said and shook his hand and they laughed maniacally.
"Your pretty girl over here will get fucked. Right before your eyes. Just over there" he said, pointing to a spot in the warehouse.
"Mi nombre es Mucho" he started talking, as tears flowed down his eyes.
"Nigga what?" Jameel asked, not understanding.
"English amigos, English" Dominic told him.
"My name. Mucho"
"Oh, your name is Mucho" Dominic asked and he nodded his affirmative.
"Okay Mucho, as I was saying, your girl is really pretty. I shall do you no harm, but her succulent body will pay for it dearly"
"It is not you I attack" Mucho went on, without waiting to be asked.
"Wait what?" Dominic asked, sitting up straight.
"You not the target" Mucho said, doing his best to speak English they would understand.
"Then who is?"
"He is"
"What! Me?" Jameel asked, surprised, he and his boss exchanged glances.
"If not me? Then why set that house on fire?" Dominic asked.
"Because I see him at the door, and I confirm the car. It is his car"
"Why come for him at all?"
"He attack someone we know"
Dominic looked at Jameel and back at Mucho.
"Who?"
"Name is Ryan"
"What! That little prick" Jameel exclaimed.
"Is Ryan one of you?" Dominic asked, knowing fully well Ryan was white collar Job man.
"Then why risk your life for him when you know he won't do the same for you"
Mucho was silent and he dropped his head in disappointment.
"Orders," he said.
"Orders from who?" Dominic asked again.
"From Jefe, of El Cartel del Sol"
"There's only Jefe here you little shit" Jameel said, poking his forehead.
"Fuck you" Mucho shouted, charging for Jameel on his seat.
"Stop it! Both of you " Dominic yelled and they behaved.
"I'm gonna make you a deal, Mucho. One that doesn't involve giving orders to go on a suicide mission" He said,
"One that doesn't involve putting your lover at risk, now it all depends on you"