Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami, Florida
Light cast into the darkness, creating a small flame at the edge of a lighter. The cigarette lit, ready for Ramón to push it up to his lips and take a long drag. Outside, the winter evening had caught on during the midnight hours. The wind rustled through his slick black hair, but not enough to penetrate through his expensive blue suit. He took the walk from the parking lot, ready to enter a club around South Beach. For the time being, Ramón had wanted to go out and enjoy himself alone. It was a new year, though a breath of fresh air had breezed through towards the year's end. Things were changing for the better, at least Ramón thought to himself. Gone were the days of pushing a small time security gig back at his family's club. He had a new career, one that he liked better as it came with getting high in the fast lane with a lifestyle he had always dreamed of having.
When he walked through the doors of the club, Ramón was greeted to darkness with only flickering neon lights casting rays from the distance. The club was usually an attraction for all the tourists in South Beach, but it found itself somewhat lonely a weekend night such as this. Ramón needed to go out alone, to have some fun without having Carlos along with him. Over the past several months, it became rare that they were seen apart from each other in public. The brothers had formed themselves as a duo in the criminal underworld of Miami, slowly rising up with infamous notoriety. There was a new duo of 'Diaz Brothers' running things in town and it wasn't the two older men running a nightclub. Carlos had an ambition to go into business for himself rather than working for someone else. With Ramón at his side, the goal seemed possible of accomplishing. It all began with Carlos' connections to an old time Jamaican drug lord who had dealers all over the map. With all plans to cut loose and go solo, Carlos made his first big move by rubbing out a different established drug lord from a past age.
Everybody had a price. Loyalty never lived long in the streets. All it took was buying out a handful of old bodyguards and access had been granted to the mansion setting up the kill. Such a hit was sure to make headlines across the state, just what Carlos wanted. His idea had been to send a message that old fossils from back in the day were no longer the players running things anymore. There were new faces in town, representing hunger and determination to rise up and control the drug trade. This had been a dream for Ramón, something he had always wanted to experience. He had witnessed only a small bit of this lifestyle from his cousin Steven. The action and fast money was enough motivation for Ramón to continue, even if his older cousin had been trying to distance himself from this past life. None of that mattered now, as Carlos and Ramón were sitting on a supply of around forty keys of pure grade A Colombian snow that needed a buyer.
"Hey there, Ramón it's been a while since I last seen you."
The bartender greeted him as he stepped forward. Ramón shoved his cigarette into the tray over the table, giving a nod to the man.
"Likewise, how's the place been doing?"
"About the same. Busy during the day, not so much during the night."
As he stood there, Ramón gazed around the club. It wasn't empty, but there were few people around. The dance floor was completely lonely while a bored DJ sat behind his work station shifting through beats and instrumental works. From the distance, he noticed a lonely woman sitting at a table. Upon a second glance, something had caught Ramón's attention. The woman appeared to resemble a famous actress whom he had enjoyed a chance encounter with over a year ago. Beyond her pretty face, she wore a black jacket covering what appeared to be a white shirt underneath. Her long brunette hair was fixed up giving a clear view at her lovely face. It was a once in a lifetime chance, one that he was quite proud of. Thinking to himself, he was unsure that it was truly her. 'No way, it can't be...' Stepping away from the bar, he approached her table, looking over her as he spoke.
"Excuse me, are you Jessica Alba?"
Her eyes glanced up and she looked into his face. The woman had clearly resembled her, as she sat in the chair and looked up into his face.
"Who wants to know?"
He smiled, poinding to himself.
"You don't remember me?"
She took another look at him and then her face turned red, blushing in embarrassment before a smiled crossed her pink lips.
"Oh my gosh, are you Ramón Diaz?"
"Yes, it's me. Been a long time, Jessica."
Standing up before him, Jessica smiled flashing those perfect teeth of hers. She stepped forward, giving Ramón a soft hug before looking back into his face and speaking.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you. Did not know it was you at first, it's been a long time."
"Yes, it's good to see you again. I've hoped for a long time now that we'd maybe bump into each other. We sure did dance up a storm in Disco Fever a while back, huh?"
Jessica giggled to him.
"Oh yeah, we sure did! I went by that club a few months ago wondering if you would still be there. I know it had been over a year, but it was worth a chance."
Ramón had been waiting so long for the opportunity to ask Jessica something. Though it had been so long ago and they were speaking as friends now, he had to know why she didn't return to the club after they had their lustful afternoon together at her beach side home.
"That reminds me, I've always wanted to ask you this. Why didn't you come back to the club after that day I spent at your house?"
She gave him a soft smile while shaking her head.
"Honey, I had to leave town and go back to work in L.A. It's hard when you have to run a business, play with my acting career and go home and be a mom at the same time."
