**Fallon**
It is the middle of October in New England. It is cold for this time of year, something I was not used to living in Missouri and then Mexico. I held myself from my oversized cardigan. Miles’s friend Anthony flew us to his family’s private estates in New England. They have a huge farm and no neighbors for over five miles each way, so no one would just stumble upon us staying here.
I am six months pregnant. I have been running from the Hernandez cartel for almost five months now. I no longer go by Fallon Hernandez. I do not go by my maiden name either. I go by Fallon Lloyd. James, Miles, and Claire, all helped me throughout this time, but I knew they didn’t want to be here. They couldn’t go home, either. If they went home, they could be killed or tortured to find me. They all knew this, so they mumbled around behind my back and kept me out of their circle. I felt like an outsider, so alone. I missed my old life. I haven’t even been able to run my clubs, farm, or distillery. Miles had Anthony update all my managers and my best friend, Amber, that I would be out of the loop for awhile, that they would have to manage the businesses on their own.
**Maximo**
I’ve been a mess ever since Fallon left. I’ve had crews out looking for her all over the United States. I’ve checked every lead and nothing. Even Fallon’s best friend, Amber, didn’t know where she was. Amber had said some man had called her and told her that Fallon would be out of the loop for awhile and needed her to help check in on her businesses and manage them until she came back. Fallon never passed her business dealings aside, so she was in hiding. Hiding with my child.
I pushed the ‘girl of the night’ off me. I no longer slept at home, everything reminded me of her. Everything smelt like her. None of these whores even fucked like her.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my wife. I had treated her so poorly and let my business associates and father talk me into punishing her the last month she was with me. I had treated her like shit the last month she was with me.
I shook my head trying to stop thinking about how bad I treated her. The girl I pushed off me rolled over. Julie? Jamie? I can’t even remember her name. She sat up and tried to kiss me. I moved my face away from her, “get out.” I said. She backed up and just looked at me. “Get the fuck out!” I yelled. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her things, leaving quickly and naked.
I checked my phone. Nothing. I decided to call Julio.
“Boss?”
“Julio, any leads?”
“No, boss, nothing in Chicago. Nobody at the clubs have seen her. Not in Kansas City, New Orleans, or St. Louis either. Nobody has seen her or heard from her boss.” I could tell he was upset. Julio had a soft spot for Fallon. It wasn’t based on sexual feelings for her, but rather brotherly protective type feelings.
“Keep looking. How the fuck did they even get out of the hospital? How could they evade boarder patrol and TSA? Think about how they could have gotten anywhere without the government tracking them, they have to know somebody. Look into James and Miles, they both have military backgrounds, look into military friends they keep in touch with. And keep me updated.” I hung up before Julio could answer me.
I pulled out my cigarettes and poured me a glass of whiskey. All I did anymore was drink, fuck whores, and snort cocaine. I wanted to feel nothing. I wanted to feel her. Ouch, fuck! I had burnt myself with my cigarette. I couldn’t get her out of my head.
She kept flashing through my mind. I dreamt of her every night. I sat straight up in the hotel bed, unable to fall back asleep after dreaming of her.
Her social media had gone dark for the last five months. Her business dealings cold and unchanged. No new clubs. Nothing. It is as if she vanished from the face of the earth.
I had to find her. Tell her I was sorry. Tell her I love her.