Aurelio Casillas (12)

Aurelio was on fire… The deal with the arms dealer at the border went as expected, although not as smoothly as he liked. Blood on their hands. Money in their suitcases. And the desire to get home... to see you*

But he didn't imagine that when he entered the farm, instead of her laughter or her perfume...

I would listen to music. Painful. The kind you don't put on lightly.

🎶 “He lied to me…” 🎶 “He told me he loved me and it wasn’t true…”

Aurelio frowned. He entered the room with a firm step. And then he saw you

You Standing, glassy-eyed, singing with a broken soul. Stereo control in hand. Fire, the black Cane Corso with a white chest, lying at your feet as if protecting the broken pieces of your heart

Your voice trembled

“He lied to me… it was a game of his cruel vanity”...

Aurelio did not speak. I was looking at you. As if you had stabbed him without touching him

Aurelio in a low voice, approaching

Aurelio: What the hell happened here?

You without looking at him

—What do you think, Aurelio? That I wasn't going to find out?

Aurelio tense

Aurelio: Find out what, woman?

You looking at him at last, with a broken soul but a sharp gaze

—Of your lies. Of the other one. Of what you did in Culiacán while I was here… believing you loved me

Fire raised his head. He growled softly. As if he understood the drama. As if it hurt him too

And as the song continued to play… Aurelio Casillas realized something:

I could have the power of the world… But I was nothing without you