Wild Flower Ch. 18

Meanwhile, Marcus was really desperate to go and console Christian. In fact, he wanted to make it up to him for everything that had happened because he blamed himself too for what had happened to Pablo. He shouldn't have made a deal with Brandon. He wanted to get closer but some of the neighbors stopped him from doing so and told him to take things slow.

Marcus walked to Ruth who was really quiet and crying softly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. She looked at him and more tears poured down her face. She was missing Pablo a whole lot.

"We should probably go to Christian?"

Ruth glanced at Christian and saw nothing but pain in him. "Christian probably doesn't want to leave his father's side. They were really close." She wasn't even planning on moving from the corner where she stood for something really important. She stared at Marcus as she slowly rubbed her tears. "I am capable of anything if La don dares to come over to my house."

"It's okay." Marcus hugged her tightly to show her that he was there for her always.

Time was passing and the mood was getting worse by the second. Finally, after some time, Marcus succeeded to convince Ruth to go to Christian. He stood close to him, playing the handsome husband and getting Carter really jealous that he had no choice but to go away.

Carter went and stood with his buddies plus one of the women in the neighborhood. He was really mad for what Marcus had done and he hated him so much. He should have been the one to console Christian and not stupid Marcus.

"Are you okay?" Iris asked softly, patting on his back.

"I don't know." He said harshly, feeling really hurt. "Marcus only went to Christian to chase me away from him. I am sure of it."

"You are absolutely right." The woman they were with also known as the gossip in the neighborhood said with a smile. "Marcus was jealous when you were with him."

"He may be jealous but I just don't care." He said harshly. But deep down he was really jealous. "All I care about is Christian and how he feels."

Meanwhile the whole wake continued perfectly although people couldn't help but shed tears from time to time. Christian was holding his mother and trying his best to avoid his ex. He didn't wanna do anything or talk to him.

As they were standing there, Christian suggested to his mother that Carter sing a song for Pablo. Marcus was objecting but Ruth allowed it. Christian smiled and went to ask Carter. Carter was more than ready to do it, especially now that he knew that it was his time to make Christian his man.

Carter took a guitar and he sang really beautifully. He sang Ave Maria beautifully and it caught the attention of everyone. Ruth really needed that song to get emotional. She finally got the mood well and she poured her entire heart out with a heartfelt speech to her husband, Pablo. Christian consoled his mother and kissed her. It was a sad moment.

Although she was crying, Ruth went over to Carter and thanked him for the beautiful song. Carter was more than glad that happened. He was smiling like an idiot, trying to impress Christian and hoping for a kiss in the end.

Later the entire neighborhood went to Pablo's coffin and they started crying their eyes out.

***

Brandon came back home really late and he was definitely tired after a long and tiresome day. He was looking handsome and sexy as usual as he arrived at his beautiful mansion. Just when he entered the mansion, he got the surprise of his life when he found his son, Francisco with a wound on his face.

Francisco Alvarez was Brandon's son whom he was mostly disappointed in. He was just an average 17 year old high school student. He had Brandon's eyes, his cute face but not his physique or courage. He had a tan skin and Brandon was really mad at times that he wondered if Ximena had cheated on him by giving him such a son.

"Hey!" He raised his eyebrow. "What's that on your face?"

"Err..." Francisco exclaimed. He had gotten the wound after trying to fight his friend for a girl. "I got it while playing soccer."

"What the fuck?" Brandon yelled. He couldn't believe his son was actually telling him that. "You are so stupid that you even suck at sports." He furiously dropped his hands, getting closer to his scared son. "Starting tomorrow morning, you should start training with me. Do you understand?"

Even if Francisco didn't understand, what choice did he have with a father like Brandon? He had no choice but to nod and agree with his father.

"Where is your mother?" he asked, folding his arms on his chest.

"She isn't here." Francisco said softly. "I don't know where she went."

Hmm, Brandon was now curious because his lazy wife had been going out recently. He was hoping it wasn't with another man because he was gonna remove her fucking head off if she dared cheated on him with some dick.

"Whatever!" He started going upstairs. "But starting tomorrow, I am gonna remove the laziness out of you and teach you how to fight like a man."

He laughed in mock and went upstairs to his gorgeous room. Reaching the room, Brandon shut the door and dialed the corrupt pathologist's number. It wasn't long before he answered.

"What did you find out?"

The pathologist sighed and cleared his voice. "I had found a strand of hair."

"What?" Brandon gasped fearfully, feeling a little hot. He knew that any evidence leading to him could send him to jail and if Miguel got to know, he was gonna kill him. "What strand of hair?"

"It was strand of hair not matching Pablo's." He said softly. "But you don't have to worry about anything. I had to burn it right away."

"Phew!" Brandon gave a happy sigh, feeling a little happy. "That's good. You know how to do your job very well. You should make sure that there isn't any evidence. That's what I am paying you for."

Without saying anything further, Brandon cut the call and rushed to the bathroom to get changed. What Brandon had no idea of was that his son had been peeping on him as he was busy talking to the corrupt pathologist.

He came back to the room with nothing but a boxer on him. He called his wife and asked where she was. Ximena lied to him and told him that she was on her way home but the truth was that she was at a restaurant with her lover who Brandon was gonna kill if he got to find out.

He slipped under the covers and slept.

*

Brandon was lying on the bed, looking towards the door when he got a really big surprise. Miguel was slowly coming towards him with a smile on his face, a smile that totally got Brandon's head messed up.

Miguel was only wearing a really tight and the sexiest boxer brief Brandon had ever seen in his life. His body was just the way Brandon had ever imagined on him, in fact, it was more than he had ever imagined. It was sparkling and it instantly got Brandon's body hot.

Seeing sexy Miguel, Brandon's monster cock instantly rose in his pants and it started leaking terribly. His heart raced beyond miles and his breaths became really sensual. He slowly got up and met with Miguel who was looking at him as if he wanted to devour him.

Miguel cupped Brandon's cheeks and leaned upwards to capture his lips. The moment Brandon felt Miguel's sweet hot lips on his, his cock leaked even more. His body felt as if a bucket of cold water had just been poured on it. He trembled and moaned in between that kiss.

Fuck! It was everything that he had ever imagined. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to his body. The feel of Miguel's hot body on his was definitely heaven. Brandon was on cloud 9 with lust and he couldn't wait to make love to Miguel right in that room. He was leaking so badly that his boxer had a huge wet spot.

He pulled Miguel closer, slipping his tongue deep into that sweet mouth. He started sucking on Miguel's tongue as the both of them moaned their brains out. Brandon had never been so turned on his life. His cock was throbbing painfully, almost ripping out of his briefs. He was moaning like it was gonna be the last time he was gonna have sex.

After what felt like hours of making out, Brandon ripped away from Miguel's lips, yearning for even more. He was breathing harshly and he was ready for round two. He rubbed in Miguel's wonderful dark hair, licking his swollen lips.

"You don't know how much I have waited for this day, baby." He moaned as the brightest smile appeared on his face. "I am so happy that you have finally accepted me."

Brandon moaned and playfully pushed Brandon on the bed. He seductively got on top of him and sat on his cock through his boxer brief.

"Fuck!" Brandon cried out in pleasure as he felt Miguel's ass on his cock. A million pre-cum left his cock and wetted him even more.

He smiled brightly and then leaned down and continued kissing him furiously. Brandon was sweaty. The kisses Miguel had given him got him all hot that he was ready to slam that big cock and derive pleasure from Miguel's ass.

Brandon was thinking it was his lucky day and he was gonna make sure to make love to Miguel the entire night. He just didn't care about Ximena or anyone else. He got Miguel and that was the most important thing to him.

He moved his hands and held Miguel's waist, slowly massaging it. Miguel moaned and tore away from Brandon's lips. He smiled at him and then got him more turned on. He slowly leaned to take those wonderful lips for a third time when suddenly, something scary and lethal happened.

Out of the blue, Miguel took out a knife and stabbed Brandon in the chest.

"Ah..." Brandon gave a deafening scream as the knife stabbed him. He cried as the pain travelled from his heart to his entire brain. Tears came out of his eyes and he struggled to breathe. Each breath he took drove the knife deeper and caused him nothing but pain. Veins shot up in his eyes and he definitely couldn't stop screaming. He had never experienced such pain in his life before.

Miguel drove the night deeper as he got serious. "How could you kill Pablo and pin the blame on me?" He yelled. "You are gonna die now."

Miguel furiously removed the knife, raising it high in the air. An evil grin appeared on his face as he furiously thrust the knife forward to stab Brandon.

All of a sudden, Brandon got up from the bed, trying to catch his breath. His heart was pounding and he was panting. He was dripping wet from the sweat and he was scared. What surprised him was how wet he was in his briefs. He had just had a fucking wet dream and it wasn't a funny one. He was scared and he knew for sure that Miguel was gonna fucking kill him if he found out.

When he moved his eyes to the other to the other side, he gasped fearfully when he saw his wife looking at him if she had just seen a ghost. "Are you okay?"

Brandon groaned and furiously left the room to get his cum stained boxer off. He knew at that moment that Miguel was definitely gonna kill him if he got to know what he had done. That was the reason why he was gonna keep it from him.

***

Miguel was lying in his bed in the morning and he had tears in his eyes. He couldn't even bring himself to get up from his bed. He was feeling depressed that he couldn't be with Christian at the moment when he needed him the most. Only God knew what Christian was passing through.

Miguel was still remembering exactly what had happened when Christian had come to him. It had been really painful. His heart was weeping and his body felt weak. He hated what he was feeling and he didn't wanna feel it at all. He just wanted everything to go back to the way it was. He didn't wanna get hurt the way he was doing.

Meanwhile, Brian who was really worried about Miguel came inside the room and got even more worried when he saw the state Miguel was in. He was there for him and he didn't want to leave him alone. He needed to make Miguel feel better.

Brian came inside and quickly opened up the curtains, letting the light in. He slowly went to Miguel and sat on the bed with him to make him feel better. He held his hand and then smiled at him. He was really hurt when he saw the state that he was in.

"You cannot be in bed whole day, Miguel." He was speaking so sweetly. "You need to get up, get dressed and go to work because life goes on no matter what. Now listen to me..." He rubbed sweetly on his hands. "...I am gonna go and prepare some wonderful food for you so that I can lift your mood." He let go of Miguel's hands and got up from the bed. "I want to find you up and all dressed when I come back."

Brian left the room and Miguel wasn't just up for work. He took his phone and made a call.

Back at the wake, it seemed it was Christian's phone ringing. Christian checked it and said it was not his. It was Carter's phone ringing. Carter took out his phone and when he looked at the screen, a big frown appeared on his face. It was Miguel calling and he definitely didn't want to talk to him. But he had no choice. He moved to a distance and answered the call.

"Yes!" He didn't want to call his name.

"Carter!" Miguel gasped. He couldn't recognize his own voice. "I want you to come over to my house as soon as possible."

"What?" Carter gasped as he groaned. His frown kept on getting bigger. He didn't want to see La don's face. "Why do you want to see me? I don't think I can come to your house right now. You shouldn't be calling me."

"No!" Miguel shook his head, feeling a little hurt. "I am begging you, Carter. Please, come and see me right now. If it wasn't important I couldn't have called you, Carter. Please!"

Carter rolled his eyes in frustration, not even wanting to do anything with Miguel. "Fine! I will be there in a few minutes."

He furiously cut the call, complained a little and sneaked out of the wake.

***

Carter arrived at Miguel's house and the moment he entered, he felt really strange. He didn't want to be there but he also had no choice but to see Miguel. He hated him and he didn't want to see his face, ever. He had hurt Christian and that was why he hated him.

When he arrived, he was led into Miguel's bedroom where he found Miguel seated on a couch near the window. He was wearing a dark blue designer's t-shirt, yellow designer's short and black sandals. His hair was let loose and it was a mess. He had never Miguel look like that before but he absolutely didn't care at all. All he wanted to know was the reason why Miguel had called him to come to his house.

"La don!" Carter called, slipping one of his hands in his pockets. "I am here."

When Miguel heard Carter's voice, he quickly moved his face up and smiled brightly at him. He stood up and took him to the couch where the two of them sat together. Miguel was really hoping Carter was gonna help him with what he wanted to tell him.

"Why did you call me here?" Carter tried to sound as respectful as he could.

Miguel looked at Carter and just got a little closer to him. "Carter, I know that so much has happened." He said softly, fighting his tears. "Many things have happened and people are saying all kinds of things. I also know that both Christian and I really trust you."

"I know that." Carter said softly. "What do you want from me?"

"I need your help." Miguel got Carter's hands and sweetly rubbed on them. "I need you to help me with Christian. I love him and I can't lose him." He said sincerely, still holding Christian's hands. He had faith Carter was gonna help him. "I have never felt like this about anyone before."

Carter gave Miguel a dirty look, taking a deep breath. He didn't wanna be in Miguel's presence. "I am sorry but I don't wanna get involved with this."

"Please!" Miguel had never begged anyone like he was begging Carter. "Please!" He held Carter's hands tighter. "Consider talking to Christian." He begged, feeling really hurt and confused. "I know that you are one of the few that I can trust."

Hearing what Miguel had just said, Carter furiously moved his hands away from Miguel. "I am sorry but I can't." He was really cold with Miguel and it definitely surprised him to the core.

Carter was being cold with Miguel. This was also his opportunity to get with Christian too. If only Miguel knew then he wouldn't have even invited Carter to his house. He definitely wasn't gonna talk to Christian about Miguel. That was like ruining his chances with Christian. He had waited too long for it to get ruined by him.

"I am sorry but my loyalty lies with Christian alone." He actually had the nerves to tell it to Miguel's face. "He is my friend and my loyalty will always be with him. He is suffering too much and talking to him about all this will only hurt him even more. I don't think he is ready to hear anything from me and I don't wanna make him mad at me." He needed to make up a bunch of excuses just to avoid talking to Christian. "I know that you do not like what I am telling you but I am sorry.

I am really still grateful for what you have done for me, for all the help that you have given me. You really gave me hope when I came to this city and I would like to thank you."

Miguel shook his head, giving a gloomy sigh. "Please, show the same trust that I showed you when I hired you the first time." He remembered how Carter had come as stranger and how he had helped him.

Hearing what Miguel had just said, Carter sneered and took a deep breath. When Miguel raised his face and stared at Carter, he got the surprise of his life when he realized that Carter was almost sneering at him. He hadn't expected that from him at all.

He stared at Carter, raising his eyebrow. "Do you have anything against me, Carter?"

"No!" Carter was burning with anger inside.

Miguel shook his head and chuckled softly, looking at him. "I was also like you, full of dreams before they all ruined my life." He had soft spot for Carter and he had no idea why. He moved closer and looked right in his eyes. "Do not let anyone harm you, Carter."

Carter had no idea why Miguel was telling him that but he just didn't care because was nothing but a pretender. Miguel seemed to genuinely care about Carter. In fact, he really cared about him. On the other hand, Carter wanted Christian to himself.

Carter took a deep breath and got up. "I have to go."

"I understand." Miguel got up and gave him a smile even though he was in pain. "But don't forget to help me, Carter. I know you won't fail."

No way was that gonna happen. Carter just turned without saying anything and left. Miguel trusted Carter and he knew that he was gonna help him. Talking to Carter helped a bit and Miguel was feeling a little better he needed Christian in his life and he couldn't wait to hold him.

Meanwhile, Pablo's body was taken to the cemetery and then the funeral was over although he was still in the hearts of many. Although Miguel was his principal suspect, Christian couldn't help but think that there was another angle to the story. He even told George that he had to go against the boy that he loved the most in the world for the sake of his father.

Carter arrived and not to talk about Miguel but to continue consoling Christian and probably steal a few hugs here and there. He needed Christian in his life and he felt he had a greater chance since Miguel was out of his life.

***

Miguel had left his house and was already in the neighborhood and at Christian's house. He slowly looked around and noticed that there was no one there. He was dressed in a black designer's shirt, black tight designer's trouser and black shoes. His black hair was tied in a ponytail. He had a black scuff wrapped around his gorgeous neck. He was looking really sexy though in black. He couldn't afford to stay away from Christian anymore.

Miguel made a quick turn and faced his guard. "I want you to be very vigilant and don't forget to alert me if anyone shows up."

"Yes, don." The guard bowed his head.