Nash took the 100 peso he got from Zes and kept it for just in case. He slipped the worn bill carefully into his pocket and patted it once. "It's a good thing I saved this."
He walked over to a nearby sink and turned the rusted knob. A weak stream of water trickled out.
Nash cupped his hands and splashed his face, rubbing away the grime and sweat. He ran his fingers through his hair and wiped his face with his sleeve. The cold water helped him feel a little more human.
After that, he made his way to the bus stop. He stood there quietly, shifting his weight on the rough pavement, his bare feet scraping lightly against the ground.
A few minutes later, the bus finally arrived with a loud rumble. The doors opened with a hiss.
The bus driver looked down at Nash, his eyes narrowing. He leaned forward slightly, clearly thinking Nash was just another beggar trying to hitch a free ride.
"I'm not taking you if you don't have cash, pal," he said bluntly.
Nash reached into his pocket and pulled out the 100 peso note, holding it up without saying a word.
The driver raised an eyebrow. "Mierda, you should've said something. It's 5 peso for a ride."
"Deal," said Nash calmly.
The bus driver took the 100 peso and counted out the remaining change. He dropped the coins into Nash's hand, the metal clinking softly. Nash nodded once and stepped onto the bus.
Soon the bus drove off, the engine groaning as it made its way out of Mexico City. Nash sat quietly near the back, staring out the window as the crowded streets slowly gave way to quieter roads. He leaned back in his seat, letting out a slow breath.
After some time, the bus came to a stop. Nash stood up and stepped off. The bus doors shut behind him, and it drove off, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
"Shit, it's been awhile since I last been here," he said to himself, looking around.
Nash walked with his bare feet across the rough ground. Small stones pressed against his soles, but he ignored the discomfort.
He followed the familiar path until he finally made it to Nestro's home. Nestro's place looked like a beat up dump, with cracked walls and a sagging roof, but it was still adjustable.
Nash knocked lightly on the door.
The door creaked open. Nestro stepped out, his eyes widening the moment he saw Nash. His jaw dropped as he leaned forward, squinting as if he could not believe what he was seeing.
"Dios mio, Nash?! Brother, is that really you?" said Nestro in disbelief.
"Yeah, bro. Got out just a few days ago," said Nash, giving a tired smile.
Nestro stepped forward and grabbed Nash by the shoulders, looking him up and down. Then he pulled him into a quick, tight hug before stepping back again.
The two talked for awhile. They stood near the doorway, occasionally glancing around the quiet street.
"Bro, how did you end up like this?" asked Nash, his eyes scanning the worn down house.
Nestro scratched the back of his head and sighed. "Who else, Torhec learned about my release. After I was out, Don did shit on me. But he knew I didn't sell him out. So he let me go, but I can't find a job cause that fucker blacklisted me. So I make ends meet doing illegal package delivery," said Nestro.
Nash frowned slightly. "Wait, like drugs and shit?" said Nash.
Nestro gave a small smirk and shrugged.
"Hell yeah," said Nestro.
"Dad, who is this person?"
Nash turned toward the voice and saw a young woman standing at the front door. She leaned against the frame with her arms crossed, her expression guarded and slightly annoyed. Her eyes moved up and down, sizing him up without trying to hide it.
"Sofia!" said Nestro quickly, turning his head toward her. "Get inside. I'm talking to an old friend of mine."
Sofia clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "Tch. Don't tell me this guy here is my uncle? Whatever, I'm heading inside."
She brushed her hair back over her shoulder and gave Nash one last unimpressed look before turning around. The wooden floor creaked softly under her steps as she disappeared deeper into the house. A moment later, the door shut with a soft thud.
Nash raised an eyebrow, then looked back at Nestro with a slow grin forming on his face.
"You never told me you have a daughter, Nestro?" asked Nash, clearly waiting for the full story.
Nestro rubbed the back of his neck and let out a long sigh. His shoulders slumped slightly, as if he already knew what was coming.
"Sigh, bro. She is adopted," said Nestro.
Nash blinked once, then frowned. "The fuck? Like before or after jail?" said Nash, tilting his head.
Nestro looked away for a moment. His jaw tightened, and he scratched his chin before answering.
"...Before."
Nash froze for a second. Then his eyes widened, and he threw his hands up in disbelief.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" said Nash, his voice rising as he stepped closer. "You motherfucker, you could've said no stating you got a stepdaughter eight years ago to Don and left the assignment to me and Paul. How old is she now, Nestro?!"
Nestro raised both hands slightly, trying to calm him down. "20 years old, bro."
Nash stared at him, still processing the numbers. He slowly dragged his hand down his face and shook his head.
"Dios mio, Nestro. That's like what? 12 years old? Who took care of her when you were 5 years in jail?" asked Nash again, his tone softening slightly but still filled with disbelief.
Nestro leaned against the wall and folded his arms. "Vivien, remember her?" said Nestro.
Nash's expression changed instantly. His grin faded, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He looked away for a moment, his jaw tightening.
"...I don't wanna know," said Nash.
"Anyway, I need your help. You said something about delivering drugs and stuff. How much do they pay?" said Nash.
Nestro shifted his weight and glanced around before answering, lowering his voice slightly. "Around 10K, bro. If you wanna do this work, I'll give you 2K for every delivery you do. What do you say? You can crash here at my place. It's not much, but it's the least I could afford since this is my land, Nash."
Nash rubbed his chin and looked down at the ground. The risk was obvious. He had just gotten out of prison, and the last thing he needed was to get dragged back in. But he also had no money, no job, and nowhere else to go.
He exhaled slowly and nodded.
"Fuck it, I need the money. Where, when, and how do I start?"
Nestro gave a small grin, relieved. He stepped closer and began explaining the process, pointing toward the road as he talked. He went over the routes, the contacts, and the simple rules. Nash listened carefully, nodding every now and then.
Soon, Nash began working. There were four deliveries, and four deliveries earned Nash up to 8K pesos. The work was simple, quiet, and quick. No questions asked, no names mentioned.
Nash crashed at Nestro's place for a few weeks. During that time, he chatted with Nestro and helped around the house. He fixed loose boards, cleaned up the yard, and occasionally cooked when Nestro came home late.
Nestro eventually told his daughter Sofia to call Nash uncle, since he was like a brother to him.
Sofia did not care at first. She barely acknowledged Nash and often ignored him. But Nash somehow managed to break through her cold attitude. He listened to her problems, gave advice on her life choices, and warned her about her terrible boyfriends.
Slowly, she began to warm up to him.
"Thanks, Uncle," she said one evening, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. "I spoke to one of the prostitutes you told me about. I can't believe my boyfriend cheated on me with a whore," she said, her voice filled with frustration and hurt.
Nash frowned slightly and stepped closer. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You're better off without him," he said calmly.
Sofia looked away, her expression softening. Nash stayed beside her, offering quiet comfort. From that day on, she began treating him like family.
Soon, Nash decided it was time to move out and get his own home.
"Bro, if you ever broke, you can still live here, man," said Nestro, standing near the doorway.
Sofia nodded beside him, crossing her arms but clearly agreeing.
Nash gave a small smile. "Don't worry. I kinda signed up for this job as a security at a bank. Apparently one of the receptionists recommended me cause I beat up their previous security job."
Nestro burst out laughing. "Puhaha, fine then. But still though, short on cash, come back and help me deliver shit. Easy money," said Nestro.
Nash chuckled and slung his bag over his shoulder. He gave them both a small wave before turning around and walking away.
Soon, Nash made it to the bus stop. The bus arrived and stopped in front of him. Nash stepped inside and handed the driver 5 pesos.
"Mexico City, please," he said.
The bus driver nodded and drove off. Nash sat down near the window and looked outside. The road stretched ahead as the scenery slowly passed by.
Nash leaned back slightly, his expression calm.
Ready for a fresh start.
"Told you, you dress like a whore!"
Nash overheard an angry man badmouthing his own wife for dressing provocatively. He sat quietly at first, leaning against the window and trying to ignore the argument. The tension in the bus grew as the man's voice got louder, drawing attention from a few passengers.
Nash rubbed his forehead, clearly annoyed. After a moment, he sighed and got up.
"What's going on? I'm trying to sit in peace, yet you keep slandering this lady," Nash said, his tone calm but firm.
The man turned his head sharply. "Mind ya own business, faggot. I'm talking to my wife."
Nash narrowed his eyes slightly, then glanced at the man's wife. He could clearly tell she was dressed for attention. Her outfit hugged her curves tightly, and she did not seem embarrassed by it.
Nash shrugged casually. "Oh, come on. Look at her. If I had a woman like yours, I'd clearly show her off. Hell, I'd grope that fine ass tight just to show who owns it."
The man and his wife were both stunned. The husband frowned in disbelief, while the wife blinked, slightly surprised. But unlike her husband, she seemed amused. A faint smile formed on her lips, clearly intrigued by Nash's boldness.
She slowly stood up and walked toward Nash, her hips swaying slightly with each step.
"You like pawg girls like me? I'm 40, baby," she said, her voice playful as she gently pushed Nash down onto the seat.
"Oh... shit," whispered Nash, caught off guard.
The woman smirked and turned around in front of him. "Like what you see?" she asked, slowly twerking in front of him, right in front of her stunned husband.
Nash blinked in disbelief.
First thing coming back to Mexico City, and he was getting a lap dance from a hot milf.
He leaned forward slightly, studying her figure. "Such wide hips. You bore children?" Nash asked.
The woman giggled softly. "Two, estimado," she answered, clearly entertained by his boldness.
"Wanna touch?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"Do you want me to?" Nash replied calmly.
She raised her brow. Then, without warning, she lowered herself onto his lap.
"Mierda!" Nash muttered, his eyes widening.
"Dios mio!" said the husband, completely stunned.
The woman adjusted herself comfortably on Nash's lap, leaning back slightly against him.
"Mmm... something is definitely poking my walls, and it's bigger than my husband. Hihihi..." she whispered teasingly.
Nash exhaled slowly, still surprised by the sudden turn of events.
Soon, the bus came to a stop. The woman stood up, smoothing her clothes as if nothing had happened.
"I like a man who treats a woman right. Unlike some pendejo. Name's Barb, and this is my husband, Vatos," she said, glancing back at Nash.
"If we meet again, I'd like to get to know you better. Hihihi..."
"Barb, enough! You're getting off," said the husband as he grabbed her arm and dragged her away.
She gave Nash one last playful smile before stepping off the bus.
"Fuck, free lap dance on a bus? Once in a lifetime," Nash said to himself as he grabbed his things and stepped off shortly after, finally entering Mexico City.
Soon, Nash looked for an apartment to rent, somewhere close to the bank for his interview.
After walking around for awhile and checking a few worn down buildings, he finally found one that seemed decent.
The place was simple, but the location was good. He contacted the owner and waited outside.
A few minutes later, the owner arrived. It was a red headed woman wearing a simple blouse and jeans, carrying a small folder under her arm.
"Greetings, I'm Abigail Viaplandro," she said politely.
The two shook hands. Abigail raised her brow slightly, impressed by the firm handshake.
"Nice grip," she said.
"Back at you," Nash replied with a faint smile.
Abigail turned and gestured for him to follow. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside to let Nash walk in first.
Abigail showed Nash the apartment. It was modest but clean. The walls were slightly faded, but the floor looked sturdy.
"It's one room with two doors. One is the bathroom, and the other is the kitchen. Starting rent is 500 pesos," she said.
Nash walked around slowly, inspecting the corners and lightly tapping the walls. "What about maintenance and stuff?" Nash asked.
Abigail shook her head. "Nothing to worry about. The maintenance will be covered by your rent. Plus, forgive my advice, but the next neighbors are well... perverts. So forgive them if they make a lot of noise," Abigail explained, looking slightly embarrassed.
Nash gave a small shrug. "No worries. If they get rowdy, I'll just renovate the walls to make them thicker. With your permission and all," said Nash.
Abigail looked appreciative of Nash's approach and gave a small smile. "Well, if you're willing, I wouldn't mind. Just don't tear down my apartment, Nash," she said lightly.
"Oh, also," Abigail added, flipping through her folder, "there are two more tenants. One is, well, living a high life by night while normal by day. And another one is a family. I think the husband's name is Vatos or something."
Nash paused for a moment, recognizing the name immediately. He kept a neutral expression, but internally, he found the situation amusing.
"I think I know who the family is. Anything else? If not, let's sign the papers. I'm loving this place and your professionalism," said Nash.
Abigail brightened up with a smile and began the process, pulling out a few papers from her folder. "It's cash or cheque. Either one is fine. You can personally give it to me or bank it at the bank two blocks down," she said.
"Cool. I'm new to Mexico City, and I got a job interview tomorrow as a security at the bank," said Nash.
"Excellent, you made my day easier, Nash. It's kinda annoying personally to come request rent money door to door," said Abigail with a small chuckle.
With the paperwork done, Nash handed 500 pesos to Abigail in cash.
"Thank you, Nash. Here are the keys. Next rent is next month on this very same day. Don't forget," said Abigail.
Nash nodded and took the keys. He watched as Abigail left, then turned back toward the apartment.
He began moving his suitcase and bags inside. He placed them near the wall and stretched his shoulders, letting out a slow breath.
Soon, he finally settled in and relaxed for awhile.
Later at 5 PM, Nash went out and bought some groceries and small furniture sets. He carried a couple of bags in both hands as he made his way back to the apartment, walking steadily through the evening crowd.
Then he bought a second hand TV for entertainment on his day off and relaxation. It was not the newest model, but it worked well enough. After everything was settled, he stepped back and looked around his small apartment. The place finally felt livable.
He walked toward the mirror and stared at his reflection. His hair was messy, uneven, and slightly overgrown. His beard looked rough and untrimmed.
"Dios mio, I need a cut. I look like Bigfoot," he said to himself, rubbing his chin.
Nash grabbed his wallet and stepped outside again, looking for a nearby barbershop. After a short walk, he found one with a modest sign hanging above the door. He pushed it open and stepped inside.
"Greeting, I'm Lisandra, and this is my boyfriend, Geno. How would we be of service?" said Lisandra, smiling politely.
Nash nodded. "Hola, I'm Nash. I'm new in Mexico City, and tomorrow I got a job interview. I'm starting a new life here. I want to dress to impress," Nash explained.
Lisandra and Geno studied Nash's looks and appearance carefully. They walked around him slowly, examining his face shape, posture, and overall build. Nash stood still, slightly confused but letting them do their work.
Then the two exchanged a nod.
"Very well, we got just what you need," Lisandra said confidently.
The two got to work. Geno draped a cloth around Nash's shoulders while Lisandra prepared the clippers. The buzzing sound filled the small shop as they began cutting. Hair slowly fell to the floor while Nash watched quietly in the mirror.
An hour later, they were done.
Nash's new look was straight up bald.
Nash blinked slowly, running his hand across his newly shaved head.
"Care to explain?" he asked the two, raising a brow.
"We studied your face and sculpted figure, and we decided to give you this look. You did say a fresh start," Lisandra explained carefully, glancing at Geno. They both looked slightly nervous, thinking they had gone too far.
But to their surprise, Nash nodded slowly, then gave a small grin.
"Cool. Do this style every time I come in," he said.
He paid and left the barbershop, leaving the two individuals frozen on the spot as the door closed behind him.
Geno looked at Lisandra, still holding the clippers.
"What did we just do?" asked Geno.
Lisandra blinked, still staring at the door.
"Even I can't explain this," said Lisandra.
The next day, Nash went to the bank. The woman that recommended Nash to her boss walked up to him as soon as he entered.
"Nash, just in time," said the woman, smiling.
"Hola, Franka," said Nash, giving a small nod.
"You got your portfolio, new look, and full black clothes like a professional? Nice. Follow me."
Nash followed Franka through the bank. Employees moved around, some glancing briefly at Nash's imposing figure and clean bald look. The sound of keyboards and quiet conversations filled the air as they walked toward the boss's office.
"I already told her about you," said Franka.
"Wait, her? The boss is a female? Wow, she must be strict," asked Nash, slightly surprised.
Franka gave a small chuckle. "Well, she is very strict and has a spoiled daughter which all the staff hates, but we keep our heads down just to keep our job. Don't tell that to her. Well, here we are. Knock first before entering. She likes professionalism."
Franka stepped aside and left. Nash adjusted his collar, smoothed his shirt, and straightened his posture. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Come in," said the boss from inside.
Nash opened the door and stepped in. He immediately noticed the boss. She was another red headed woman, but older, with sharp features and high cheekbones. She had a thick figure and an aura that made men instinctively behave properly, almost like calling her a mistress without saying it aloud.
"Hola, soy Nash. Vine a la entrevista para el puesto de guardia de seguridad," said Nash confidently.
"Hola, Nash. Soy Brenda Velázquez, la dueña y jefa de este banco," said Brenda calmly.
She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. Nash nodded and took his seat. He handed over his portfolio, and Brenda began flipping through it.
"Hmm... you took down our security twice," she said, raising a brow.
Nash scratched the back of his bald head awkwardly. "Ahhaha... I just wanted to put my money into my bank account. But your security guard kept blocking me, telling me I'm not fit the bill cause I dressed like a beggar. I was in a bad place, so I wanted to start fresh," said Nash nervously.
"A former cartel member?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Was a cartel member. I know how to use a gun and know how to brawl," said Nash calmly.
Brenda leaned back slightly in her chair, studying him. "That's good. Not many men nowadays like you. We need more masculinity to show how serious we guard our bank."
Brenda continued looking through Nash's folder. His skills and IQ results were solid. She nodded slowly.
"I don't wanna know about your education background based on your past. Plus, Franka strongly recommended you. Overall, you pass. Congrats, Nash. You got the security job," Brenda said.
Nash sat up straighter, clearly relieved. "Thank you."
"Your hourly earning is 30 pesos. Eleven hours plus a one hour break. Anything else?" Brenda asked.
Nash thought for a moment. "Can I start today?"
Brenda smiled slightly. "Sure. It makes me very happy to see you're eager to start. The previous security you beat up, well... he asked if he could start tomorrow a few months back on his first day. But now I fired him cause of judging a book by its cover, if you know what I mean."
Nash nodded, understanding immediately.
Soon, Nash began his first day as a security guard. Nothing much happened, but he went for routine checks around the bank. He walked through the halls, checked the entrances, and occasionally stood near the front doors, quietly observing customers and staff.
Brenda noticed him whenever their paths crossed. Nash would give a respectful nod, and she would return it, acknowledging his effort. She appreciated how he stayed alert without being overly aggressive. It gave the bank a stronger presence.
Days went by in a jiffy. Nash settled into his routine quickly. He arrived early, stayed focused during his shift, and left quietly after the bank closed.
After the bank closed one evening, Nash went to a café nearby. The warm lights inside contrasted nicely with the cool evening air. As he stepped in, he waved casually.
"Hey Jen, the usual as always," said Nash.
The café owner looked up from behind the counter and smiled.
"Ah, my recent new favorite customer. I got it ready before you arrived," she said.
Nash chuckled as he took his seat at the counter. "Hehe, you know me best."
Jen placed his dinner in front of him along with a couple of beers. Nash leaned back slightly, relaxing after the long shift.
He quietly dug into his meal, enjoying the simple comfort of warm food and a calm atmosphere.
As Nash was dining, he looked up at Jen. "Hmm? What is it? Is there something on my face?" he asked.
Jen chuckled, amused by how cute Nash looked despite his masculine appearance. "Hehe, how cute. You gobble down my cooking like it's your last meal," she said.
Nash wiped his mouth slightly, then reached into his bag and handed her a small teddy bear. "I got this from a free gift winning a roulette machine," he said casually.
Jen blinked in surprise before smiling warmly. "For me? How cute, trying to woo me with toys, hmm?" She grinned, leaning down with her elbow on the counter, her palm resting on her chin.
"Can I? You're beautiful. Dark skin, body built," said Nash honestly.
Jen smirked slightly. "Well, I do work out. There's a gym nearby. Just pay 50 pesos a month to be a member there," she said.
"Thanks. I'll check it out tomorrow. It's Saturday, by the way," said Nash.
Jen nodded as Nash finished his meal. He stood up, paid for his dinner, and waved goodbye.
"See you tomorrow, Jen."
"Take care, Nash."
As Nash made it back to his apartment, he took a shower and lay in bed, tired and exhausted. He stretched slightly, feeling the fatigue from the long week finally catching up to him.
"The bank is closed on Saturday and Sunday. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to the gym. Shit, I forgot that my stuff was confiscated by the police. My driving license was in there. Tomorrow then," he muttered to himself.
Within minutes, Nash drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Nash got ready and headed out to see the gym Jen mentioned. As he stepped outside the apartment building, a loud commotion echoed down the hallway.
"I said you suck my dick, then I pay rent!"
Nash frowned slightly at the noise. He followed the sound and soon noticed Abigail standing in front of one of the tenants' doors, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.
He remembered what Abigail told him about one of the tenants being a pervert. Nash also noticed that not many people were gathered around, as if this was a normal occurrence.
"Hola, Abigail. What's going on?" Nash asked calmly.
"Hola, Nash," Abigail said as she turned to see him, relief briefly flashing across her face.
Before she could explain, the tenant stepped forward, pointing at Nash.
"Who is this faggot? New here? Got a girl? I can fuck her better than—"
UFF!
Nash stepped forward and knocked him out cold with a single punch. The man collapsed instantly onto the floor.
Nash shook his hand slightly. "Abigail, you were right. He is a pervert," said Nash calmly.
A few seconds later, another man rushed down the hallway.
"Dilly!!! What the fuck happened?!" he shouted, kneeling beside the unconscious man.
Nash leaned slightly toward Abigail. "Pfft, Dilly?" he whispered.
Abigail covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Hihi, yeah. And that younger guy is Eddie," she whispered back.
"Dilly and Eddie, the dumb perverts. Nice ring for a cartoon adult show, except they'll be the ones getting beaten up," whispered Nash.
Eddie looked up at Nash, furious. "You! Who the fuck are you, baldy! I'm going to fuck you up and—"
UFF!
Nash knocked him out just as easily. Eddie dropped beside his brother.
"K.O again," Nash muttered quietly.
Abigail blinked, slightly impressed. She quickly collected the rent money from their pockets before turning back to Nash.
"Thanks, Nash. Really. You're a real man. Here, take this as appreciation from me." She handed Nash 200 pesos.
But Nash raised his hand and refused. "I don't take money from women."
Abigail paused, then nodded with a small smile. "Very well. Then consider your next rental free." She winked at him and walked off.
Nash watched her leave, then looked down at the two unconscious men.
"Dios mio, my two sons."
Nash looked up and saw a plump, stunning woman standing nearby. Her hands were on her hips as she stared at the scene, clearly concerned.
The woman then looked at Nash and demanded an explanation.
"Who and what the fuck have you done to my boys!" she yelled.
Nash sighed and raised his hands slightly, trying to calm the situation. He explained what happened, adding a small lie by stating that Abigail was his lover to soften the tension.
"Dios mio… I apologize," the woman said, her tone suddenly shifting. "How dare my son Dilly talk to a woman like that. Men don't steal another man's woman. That is considered the shamefullest act of all. Oh, I can hear my mother in death cursing at me."
The woman began to weep softly, covering her face. Nash stepped closer and gently tried to calm her down.
"Calm yourself. You did nothing wrong. It was their fault. Look at them, they're clearly old enough to take care of themselves. How old are they?" Nash asked.
The woman wiped her tears and took a deep breath. "Dilly, the eldest, is now 30, and Eddie is 28."
Nash gave a small chuckle. "Heh, I'm 31 years old and work as a security guard. How's my life going compared to them?" Nash asked.
The woman gave a tired smile. "Maybe you're right."
She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow puff before exhaling smoke into the air.
"I'm Vanessa. You're...?" she asked.
"Nash. Just Nash. I just moved here and I'm new in Mexico City," he answered.
"Well, you certainly know how to make a good impression on your neighbor, beating up my two idiot sons. Hell, they even tried to fuck my ass," she said bluntly.
Nash raised his brow, then laughed. "Puhaha, that's next level wrong."
"Exactly. And you work as a security guard? Not bad. Mexico needs more masculine men like you," she said.
Vanessa gave Nash a slow look from head to toe. "You know, I'm feeling a little hot recently, and the AC is not working," she added, her tone shifting slightly.
"Uh-huh. You can call Ms. Abigail to look it up. Anyway, I got someplace to be. Bye," said Nash.
But before he could leave, Vanessa grabbed his wrist.
"Oi, what are you—!" Nash said, startled.
Vanessa pulled him toward the sofa and pushed him down gently, straddling him. Nash froze, caught completely off guard.
"Aww, can't you see a woman is in need of a real man?" she said, her voice low and teasing.
She leaned closer, her face inches from his. Nash tensed, unsure how to react.
"Mierda…" Nash muttered under his breath, clearly surprised by how bold she was.
Vanessa slowly unbuckled his pants and glanced down, clearly impressed. She bit her lower lip, her bold attitude not fading for a second.
"God… if this was in me, I think I might get addicted," said Vanessa with a husky tone.
Nash exhaled slowly, still surprised by her sudden boldness. Vanessa leaned closer, pressing herself against him as the tension between them escalated. She moved confidently, clearly not shy about what she wanted.
"You really are something, lady," Nash muttered, shaking his head slightly. "Taking your neighbor in front of your two sons unconscious. Guess there's no turning back."
Vanessa smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. Nash responded, his movements growing more intense as the moment heated up.
"Oh God, Nash," Vanessa whispered, clinging tightly to him.
Time passed as the two lost themselves in the moment, neither holding back. Their breathing grew heavier, and the tension in the room only grew stronger.
After awhile, the two sons slowly began to stir, groaning as they regained consciousness. Their eyes widened as they saw what was happening in front of them.
"Dios mio!" said Dilly, stunned.
"Mierda, mama!" said Eddie, equally shocked.
Vanessa glanced back over her shoulder, completely unfazed. "You two are awake? Take a look. This is your punishment. See how much he makes me feel like a woman again," she said boldly.
Nash gave a small smirk. "Stop talking and give me a kiss, baby."
"Mmm… what a man," Vanessa replied as she leaned in. Their lips met in a deep kiss as the two sons stood frozen, unsure how to react.
After a moment, the intensity finally eased. Nash gently helped Vanessa settle onto the sofa, both catching their breath.
He leaned closer and whispered softly, "Just so you know, Abigail isn't my girl. I just said that to ease things down."
"I know," Vanessa whispered back, her voice softer now. "But between you and me… can we do this sometime? You know, if we both needed some tension release."
Nash nodded slightly and kissed her forehead. He pulled up his pants and turned toward the two sons, who were still stunned.
"Yeah… I just got her going," Nash said casually.
Nash then walked out of the apartment building, feeling energized. He stretched his shoulders slightly and headed toward the gym, now filled with new motivation.
"Damn, can't believe I still got it. Heh, I fucked a hot chica in front of her two perverted sons. Well done, me," said Nash to himself, walking down the street with a satisfied smirk.
He stretched his shoulders as he made his way toward the gym Jen mentioned earlier. The morning air felt fresh, and his mood was unusually energized.
As he entered the gym, he greeted the front desk and paid for the membership. The place smelled of iron, sweat, and rubber mats. Several people were already working out, some lifting weights while others trained in pairs.
Nash cracked his knuckles and began warming up. He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders, but after a few minutes, he frowned.
"Dammit, I need a trainer. It's been awhile since I last fought," he muttered.
He noticed a trainer working with two men in the sparring area. The trainer was tall, built, and clearly experienced. Nash approached and waited for them to finish.
"Excuse me," Nash said. "Mind if I join? I need to get back into shape."
The trainer looked at Nash up and down, studying his posture and physique. After a moment, he nodded reluctantly.
"Alright. Let's see what you got."
Nash followed the trainer's instructions, going through various drills. Push ups, footwork, light shadowboxing, and conditioning exercises. Sweat quickly formed across his forehead, but Nash pushed through each set without complaint.
The final phase was sparring.
Nash faced one of the trainer's two students. The two circled each other cautiously. Nash shifted his weight, reading his opponent.
The spar began.
They exchanged kicks and punches. Nash blocked a jab, countered with a body shot, then stepped back. His opponent tried a roundhouse kick, but Nash ducked and landed a clean hit.
After a few more exchanges, Nash gained the upper hand. He swept his opponent lightly, causing him to stumble. The trainer raised his hand.
"That's enough. Nash wins."
The three sat down afterward, catching their breath.
"I'm Diego, and this here is Irmac," said Diego, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Nash. New in Mexico City. Moved here just last week," he replied.
They chatted for a few minutes, talking about training routines and local gyms. After finishing, Nash grabbed his towel and headed toward the locker room.
As he entered, he noticed someone familiar.
"Hey, Jen," Nash said.
Jen turned around, her hair slightly damp from sweat. She wore gym attire that hugged her toned figure.
"Hey Nash. You really did come. I saw your spar with Diego. Very hot, I might say," she said, licking her lips playfully.
Nash chuckled awkwardly. "Thanks."
Jen stepped closer and stretched slightly.
"You know, I was wondering if you could judge my body figure from a man's point of view," she asked before striking a pose. "What do you think?"
Nash glanced at her, then nodded. "You look great."
Jen smirked. "Really? Then how about this?"
She shifted her pose, leaning slightly and teasingly. "Now tell me how I look."
Nash rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Well... umm... you tell my face that I want to fuck you so bad?"
Jen burst out laughing.
"Puhaha... I like your honesty. Maybe... maybe not. Goodbye, Nash."
She grabbed her towel and walked out of the locker room, leaving Nash standing there.
"Damn... first I fuck my neighbor, now I get teased by my favorite café owner. What a day you got me," Nash said to himself.
He shook his head, then stepped into the shower. After washing up, he packed his things, slung his bag over his shoulder, and left the gym.
Nash stepped outside, the afternoon sun warming his skin as he made his way back to his apartment.
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Chapter 2 — End.