Loco, Razer 8 (2 page)

A few months later, Roberto is working out on a beautiful
sunny morning
. Oh yeah, I love the break of dawn. Nobody is around. I love
the smell of fresh air, the crisp chill of the morning, and the sound of the
waves breaking on the beach,
thinks Roberto
. Yeah, there’s nothing
better than working out in the fresh, clean air
.

Roberto takes a deep breath, closing his beautiful smoky
quartz brown eyes fringed with long black eyelashes.

I’m almost there. I see it. I’m doing everything in my
power to grasp my goal. Soon, real soon, I’ll have what I want. It’s been tough
training, long days, intensive work outs, and stress.

Roberto Daniel De Leon has been striving to be the best in
every aspect that involves his dream. He stands tall and proud at six feet two
with a very hard, developed, muscular body. There’s no way that his physical
assets can be overlooked.

Now, I’m almost at my goal. It has taken me a few years
but I’m satisfied. I’m still young, healthy and strong at twenty-eight,
he
thinks
. I have the physical strength, intelligence, computer systems
expertise, mastery in weapons, and stamina for the job I have been trained to
do.

You name it and I’ve mastered it. I’ve been training
hard. The physical conditioning and drills are part of the Delta Force
lifestyle that I live. This is my life now.

I finally completed the intense 6-month Operative
Training Course, to learn counter-terrorism and counter-intelligence
techniques. This includes firearm accuracy and various other weapons trainings.

The other government agencies often recruit from the operatives
in the Delta Force. That’s my goal and that’s why I work hard. I’m the top operative
in completing the course.

Since I was young, I have dreamed of being a CIA Special
Elite Operative. That’s why I’ve pushed myself to my limits and, where
possible, even beyond. I can taste the day that I become one of the CIA special
elite operatives
, thinks Roberto, nodding.

He stretches his right leg and then his left leg. He then
stands straight, tall, stretches his neck.
Okay, let’s get this over with
.

He sprints down the beach. He feels the breeze from the
ocean cooling him down. He jogs down the beach in fluid smooth motion, each
heel pounding into the solid wet sand, and kicking up a spray of sand.

He reaches the dock and turns back
. Oh, yeah, finally I’m
done working out for today.

He reaches for his towel and pats off the sweat
. These
are the only days that I’ll have off in a while. I’ll have to report back to
duty soon
.

I’m going to catch a movie and then go to a club. Who
knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone that I can talk to. Someone that can make me
forget my commitments for a few hours.

Yeah, that would be great, but only for today
.
Sometimes,
but not often,
I do crave someone to come home to. Yeah, to come home to
someone that cares
.
Yeah, but I can’t afford to get involved right now
.

Damn, no good woman would want to wait forever for me to
return home. That’s the real issue. I learned my lesson real quick. My first
and only girl, my high school sweetheart couldn’t, or wouldn’t, wait
.

He grinds his jaw, flexing his jaw muscles from the intense
pressure. He closes his eyes, trying to keep back the memory of that painful
day.

She traded me in for another as soon as I left for basic training.
Yeah, she’s sorry now, but it’s too late. I’m not ready to trust a woman, any
woman.

I had barely finished basic training when the accident
happened. I only returned home for my parents’ and only brother’s funerals.

Yeah, Jennifer tried to get close again. There is no way
in hell that I’ll get involved with her again. Hell! That will never happen in
this lifetime.

I still remember her in that jerk’s arms. She never
expected me to show. Damn, she has no shame. I never touched her. I respected
her. I wanted to wait.

Wow, that was a shock. It quickly extinguished all of the
feelings that I had for her. My heart froze up. I lost my parents, my brother,
and my girl, all at once.

It’s been several long, painful years. Thanks to the
extensive long hours of training, I’ve managed not to fall into depression.

I miss my parents and my brother. I sold the business,
the house, everything. I couldn’t stand the memories
.

He puts his hands on his waist. He closes his eyes and
shakes his head, trying to erase the memories. He takes several deep breaths
and slowly exhales. Roberto takes control of his emotions and locks them away.

A few moments later he strolls back to his apartment. He
opens the door and looks around. He checks for anything unusual.
Damn it!
He shakes his head in frustration.
Okay, I’m on vacation. I’m at home and
not on a mission. Damn, I need to relax.

He walks into his little one bedroom apartment. Everything
is organized and clean. The furniture is basic black contemporary with white
walls.

No personal items are around. Only the basics to survive are
in the apartment. No photos or decorations are on the wall or on the table.

He walks into the bedroom and looks around. The bed is
pushed up into a corner. The bed is a basic black wooden frame with drawers on
the side. It has no space to hide, behind or underneath it. The bed has red
silk sheets and a black silk comforter. That’s the only evidence of passion.

The only other furniture is a black wooden chair. A large
screen television is mounted to the wall.
Hmmm, everything looks good
.

He takes off the grey t-shirt that’s soaked with sweat. He
leans down to take off his boots.

Yeah, it’s stupid that I jog with my boots, but I have to
be able to do it on a mission
.
I always try to work out on a beach with
my boots. It works. I’m able to outrun my team
. He laughs, thinking of
their amazement.

He pushes down his shorts, exposing his glorious physique.
He walks into the bathroom, flexing every muscle. His beautiful golden tanned
skin glows from the exertion.

Roberto throws the t-shirt and shorts into the bin. He walks
into the shower and turns on the water. The strong spray of water cascades down
his back.

Oh yeah, the water feels awesome.
He closes his eyes
and lathers his body. He strokes his aching cock.
Oh damn, I’m so ready
,
he thinks. 

Roberto walks up to his bike,
smiling.
Oh damn, yes! I love riding my bike
.

He hears a soft tap, only one sound. He stops, slowly
turning around and pulling out his Glock.

“Damn, guey (dude)!! I almost shot you,” yells Roberto.
“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Yeah, asshole! Glad that you’re not slacking off!” yells
Ghost.

Roberto walks over to his buddy, Jackson.
His name is
Nathaniel Jackson.
He is called “the Ghost” because you hardly ever know
he’s around.

Ghost walks silently and hardly breathes. I find it kind
of amusing when I see him in action. It’s hard to believe that such a huge dude
could move so silently, so quickly, and can hardly be heard breathing,
thinks
Roberto, amused
.

Nathaniel is six feet five inches. He’s a huge son of a
bitch. He can be as mean as he needs to be when dealing with the scum of the
earth. Nathaniel has a very light skin tone and incredibly pale blue eyes. So I
think Ghost fits him in so many areas,
muses Roberto.

Roberto walks up to Nathaniel and gives him a huge bear hug.
He slaps his back with joy. “Damn, I missed you, dude!” yells Roberto,
grinning.

“Yeah, Loco, that’s why I’m here. Why not hang out and enjoy
our few days off?” replies Nathaniel, in a soft low tone. 

Nathaniel is wearing black leather pants and a black leather
jacket with black t-shirt. He has a black scarf wrapped around his short blond
locks. He wears black biker boots. You know he’s carrying.

He slowly grins, flashing his dimples. That’s the only
feature on Nathaniel that’s soft.

“So, you’re game to raise some hell tonight,” whispers Nathaniel.
His pale blue eyes sparkle in amusement.

“Hell yes!” yells Roberto. He walks towards Nathaniel’s bike
to check it out. “Oh, damn! Sweet, real sweet! It’s awesome.”

“I love the black metallic with the silver sparkles,” says Nathaniel.
He speaks quietly and softly, almost like a whisper. He has a soft southern
drawl.

“Loco, let’s go get some food, beer, and some warm comfort,”
says Nathaniel.

“That’s exactly what I had planned! Let’s go!” replies
Roberto, grinning.

Claudia drives down the road, with her twin riding shotgun.
She turns the corner fast, speeding up. She smiles with joy.

Yes, I’m finally going to relax for a couple of days.
I’ve been undercover for a while. It’s getting old. I’m glad that Veronica
wanted to come this time,
thinks Claudia.

“Claudia, slow down!” squeaks Veronica. “You never drive so
fast! You’re getting wild!”

“Vero, I feel happy that I finally have a couple days to
relax and to do what I want to do,” says Claudia. She grins and glances at
Vero. “Did Christopher tell you that we have these couple of days off?”

“Yeah, but he’s going to be late. He’s spending some time
with his Padres (parents),” says Veronica. “I’ll see him later.”

“Yeah, I’m spending some time with our parents tomorrow,” replies
Claudia. She pulls into the parking lot.

The “bebes (babies)” enter the club, excited that they’re
finally going to have some fun.
It has been a hard week,
muses Claudia.
She looks around the club, hoping to see an interesting Chico (young man).

The twins are known as the bebes locas (crazy babies).
They’re constantly working hard on draining the familia’s (family’s) patience.

Claudia is an identical twin, and is the eldest by one
minute. She’s serious, serene, and romantic.

Her twin is Veronica De La Cruz. Veronica is the complete opposite
of Claudia. Veronica loves to have fun. Veronica is cheerful, sassy, and sexy.
She’s a model. Veronica was born a minute later and that officially makes her
the female bebe of the De La Cruz familias.

The twins are smart, beautiful, focused, and wealthy.
They’re 5’9” with tall, trim, lean bodies. They have long, wavy, light brown
hair. They have huge hazel eyes with long curly lashes, and beautiful heart
shaped mouths. Claudia is one hot and sexy woman, even if she doesn’t think so.

Wow, I’m so happy tonight. I’m hardly ever home. Yes, I
still live at home. It’s the Mexican way. We don’t leave our Padres’ home until
we get married. I’m always busy on assignments as a FBI agent. I’ve always
dreamed of eliminating the world of all the hoods that sell the drugs to the
young.

I lost my best girlfriend, Becky, forever to the world of
drugs when she became addicted to crack, while she was a teenager. She’s never
been the same.

We went from kindergarten to eighth grade together. Then,
in the summer prior to our freshman year, she became addicted. I’m going to
help make sure this doesn’t happen to anyone else,
muses Claudia, striding
into the club.

Claudia and Veronica sit on the black chairs at the table
close to the bar. Claudia sits against the wall.
Hmmm, I still act like I’m
at work. I wonder if I’ll ever stop acting like this. Geeze, I need to be sure
nobody is behind me
, muses Claudia.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She turns to look
and wave at her primos (cousins), who are drinking Coronas at the bar.

“Veronica, do you want something to drink?” she asks her twin.
“Tony, Javier, and Alex are at the bar.”

“Yes, I would love some water. I’m thirsty. Yeah, I saw
them,” says Veronica, also waving at her primos. She looks around the club.

“I don’t see anyone interesting,” says Claudia. She calls
the server over.

“Well, hermana (sister), you’re waiting for your príncipe
(prince), your alma gemela (soul mate). I’m lucky that I found mine,” says
Veronica, nodding. She grins, looking at the chicos.

“Hola, primas! Anything good?” asks Bella. She sits down,
looking around the club.

“Hola, I need a drink,” says Paty. She sits down, looking
around for the server.

“No, primas, nothing good,” says Claudia.
I don’t know if
it’s only me or what
, she thinks.

She takes a drink of her Corona. Claudia checks out the
crowd.
I wonder when I’m going to meet my alma gemela (soul mate)
,
thinks Claudia, looking around the club. She takes sips of her Corona.

“Primas (cousins), I’m getting tired, so I’ll be leaving in
a little while. Are you staying, Vero?” says Claudia.

“No, I’m going home. I’m meeting Christopher soon,” says
Veronica, smiling as she walks to the dance floor.

Well, it’s not like I’m going to miss out on anything.
There’s nothing interesting going on in the club tonight. No one that’s
appealing. I don’t feel like dancing now. Wow, look at Veronica! I wonder who she’s
dancing with. She’s never danced with anyone besides the primos. Shit, if
Christopher finds out, he’ll be ready to kill. He’s already on edge for lots of
reasons
, muses Claudia.

Claudia leans back in her chair, watching Veronica dance
with a stranger
. Hmmm, now that I can see his profile, I can tell that it’s
Christopher. Wow, he’s still in his undercover disguise. I wonder why? We have
a couple days off. Did we get called in? Oh no, I was looking forward to a few
days to relax and hang with the familia. I also want to get some new clothes
.

Yeah, it’s Christopher. I hope that nobody recognizes him
and blows his cover. What’s he doing? Is he checking up on Veronica? Okay, here
they come. Veronica looks happy. Yeah, it’s him,
thinks Claudia.

Veronica sits next to Claudia, smiling. “I’m ready to go
home, now, Hermana (sister),” says Veronica.

“Who were you dancing with?” asks Claudia.

“I don’t know,” replies Veronica. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” says Claudia.
So she’s not saying
.
I know
that she’s covering for him. Veronica and Christopher have been together for
years,
muses Claudia.

“Adios, primas,” says Veronica, waving.

“Primas, we’re leaving. I’m tired and I need to rest. See
you later!” says Claudia, nodding.

Hmm, yes. I’ll get a shower and then go to bed. I don’t
have to be on alert and should sleep good tonight
, muses Claudia. She looks
over at Veronica with a raised eyebrow.

Roberto and Nathaniel walk into the club, after having some
dinner down the street. They look hot and stroll into the club with confident
stride. They’re a pair of hot, sexy, bad boys walking in to have some fun.

“Oh, yeah,” says Nathaniel, looking around.
Yes, this is
hot. I always wanted to check out a Latino club. Oh, yeah
, he thinks.

“Let’s get some shots!” says Roberto. He strolls to the bar.
He reaches it and turns to look at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel is following Roberto, turning to look at the band.
“Wow, sorry,” says Nathaniel.

His voice is low and sexy. He gazes into the cute chica’s
amazing huge brown eyes. He quickly grasps her waist with his hands to stop her
fall. He unconsciously pulls her a little closer.

When Andrea runs into Nathaniel, she quickly grasps his arms
to stop her fall. She stares up into Nathaniel’s beautiful pale light blue
eyes. Her eyes open wide with surprise and amazement.
Oh, dios mio, this is
a HUGE white boy
, she thinks. She holds onto his huge muscled arms.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking,” says Nathaniel.
Damn!
I’m scaring this beautiful girl,
he thinks.
I better let her go.

Andrea breaks into a huge warm smile. She gazes up at him,
not releasing her hold. “Hi, I’m ok. No worries,” replies Andrea.

Nathaniel gazes into her beautiful eyes and starts to smile.
Wow, she’s not scared,
he thinks.
She’s really beautiful.
 

Oh wow, he’s so guapo (handsome), huge, and he has
awesome dimples. I think I like everything about this white boy
, thinks
Andrea.

She tilts her head slightly, to inspect his side view.
Oh,
yes, he’s totally what I like. I love his beautiful pale blue eyes
, thinks
Andrea.

She steps a little closer to slide her hands up to his
shoulders. “I would love to dance,” says Andrea.

Nathaniel gazes into her eyes and sees her beautiful soul.
Oh
damn, hell yes. I’m dancing this slow dance with this girl,
he thinks. “Ah,
you would like to dance,” repeats Nathaniel. He leans down a little to whisper
in her ear. He feels her tremble against him.

“Yes,” replies Andrea. She gazes into his beautiful face.

Nathaniel releases her and takes one of her hands. He leads
the way to the dance floor.
Oh, damn yes, I love this slow song
, he
thinks.

He pulls her into his arms. He encircles her waist, pulling
her close to him. He inhales her incredible scent.
Yes, she’s smells amazing
,
he thinks. 

Andrea puts her hands on his strong wide shoulders. She
gazes up into his eyes. She smiles, slowly moving her arms up his shoulders.
“I’m Andrea Martinez,” says Andrea.

“It’s nice to meet you, Andréa. I’m Nathaniel Jackson,” he
replies, softly near her ear.
Oh yeah, she’s sweet, sexy, and hot
, he
thinks.

Damn it! Now what? I can tell that he likes her
.
I
think that I’m on my own now,
thinks Roberto.

He sucks the lemon and salt. He then throws back his head,
drinking the tequila shot.