<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos was pretty sure that she would take a day off, they way she was looking and with her hands and feet cut. It really made no sense for her to work today, that would be ridiculous, a day off may help her to recover. And he wouldn't have to fear the killer watching them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I have to work..."</span><br/><br/>His eyebrows raised all of the themselves and he looked at her increduluous. But whatever comment had been sitting on his tongue, he had to swallow it down, when her next words shook his world in its angles...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"You know the bag of pills you flushed...? That was a delivery worth a lot of money. I am going to either find replacement pills...which is unlikely. Or pay them back, which means I have to work...I don't have a choice..."</span><br/><br/>Not Lea! Not Lea doing the same shit his brother had done! He didn't want to lose Lea the same way he had lost his brother. His voice was nearly breathless...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You are dealing? Don't tell me that you are into that business, Lea...it may kill you, like it killed my brother. How could you get dragged into such a mess, Lea?"</span><br/><br/>He put his face into his palms and shook his head in disbelief. Damn, Lea had been a cop, she knew that nothing good ever came out if you get dragged into the drugbusiness.</div>