#thread: rita and marcel

[thxnymph]

Closed Starter

Rita let the clock get to six until it was time for her to clock out of work and head home. The agent let her feet guide her to the door, as her mind was preoccupied with something else. On her latest mission, a hit on a scientist by the name of Edgar Solomon, she was attacked by what she supposed was a rival agent. Everything was set in place, until this new player entered the scene and screwed everything up.

Later, once she made it back to base and patched up her wounds, she got a chance to look at her attack more clearly. The rival agent managed to get a good slice on her arm, it required stitches. If that wasn't problem enough, the identity of the agent shocked her to the core. It was Marcel, her husband of five years. Her husband.

Rita needed to keep herself together, despite the heartbreak and anger. She entered her home, luckily the house was empty. She went about making dinner, despite the pain her arm. As she placed everything together, she weighed her options. Her superior, the leader of her agency, gave her exactly 48 hours to 'clean the scene'. She needed to kill him, she needed to. Even if it killed her as well. // @xlostparadise

[thxnymph]

Rita turned around completely, now facing her husband completely. They were so close to each other, if she leaned in closer their noses would touch. Her hand reached out, landing on his cheek. Rita didn't have enough energy to be angry, she just wanted her family to be safe and happy again. Rita nodded as he spoke, and as much as he screwed up, his words brought her comfort. "I know." Rita whispered. The woman moved closer, yearning to be held. "We're gonna keep each other safe." Rita pulled him close and kissed him. It was soft, slow. Rita found herself savoring any moment, because of the fear that hung overhead.

To his surprise, Rita didn’t resist him, or his touches. Bolstered by her forbearance and softness, Marcel pulled himself in closer to her warm frame. She turned to look at him, and he gazed back at her, searching in her eyes. In them, he detected nothing but fear and worry. Marcel couldn’t promise her things were going to work out. The cartel wasn’t going to give them a break, but when he opened his mouth to speak, the words he promised her he believed with everything he had: “‘Rita, te prometo, I am going to do whatever it takes to make sure nothing happens to you, or Fer’, or Gus. I am not going to let anything tear this family apart without first putting up one hell of a fight. ¿Entiendes?”

[xlostparadise-a]

closed starter // @califxrniaxdreamin

For almost a decade, self-employed financial advisor Marcelo Cortez had been keeping a secret from his wife. Just hours ago, he’d witnessed the murder of not only his business partner and good friend but also the senseless shootings of the man’s brother, father and girlfriend. Yeah… needless to say, Marcel had an extremely eventual, horrible day, which wasn’t even over yet. He found himself sitting across from his wife at the kitchen table, kids asleep upstairs in their beds, explaining how he was a top money launderer for the second largest cartel in Mexico, and they couldn’t go to the police because that would mean prison for him. Marcel would be carried away in a body bag before going to a damn prison. “Rita, por favor… will you say something? Anything…” 

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[thxnymph]

The first question that came to mind was, did he know she was an agent? If so, how long? Was their whole marriage a sham? The idea broke her heart, since she really did love Marcel. "It's okay, my love." Rita said affectionately, but now the nickname was like a razor on her tongue. She kept her composure, seeming as if though nothing was wrong. Rita would've loved for this to just be a normal night, a normal dinner followed by them cuddling together in bed. But that was all out the window now.

Rita stabbed at the food, taking small bites of it. She truly did not feel like eating, since her stomach was already occupied with a feeling of dread. But she did it anyway, to keep up appearances. Marcel looked as he did everyday, albeit a little agitated. Rita wanted to put everything behind her, to go back in time and never see that damn footage. "How was work?"

Marcel’s world had come crashing down, and all it took was one moment for it to happen. Secrets never stayed hidden for long. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had known this day would come. However, nothing could have prepared him for just how his life would fall apart for him. In a cruel twist of fate, he discovered that his own wife was his next target. Rita... She was an agent, too. It made both too much sense, and no sense at all to him. But the when, the how, the why didn’t matter at this point. In the midst of his anger, he crashed the BMW into a tree. Still angry, he walked what remained of the way to the house.

When he finally made it home, Marcel quietly closed the door and loosened his tie, setting down his briefcase beside the coat hanger. The smell of whatever Rita had cooked immediately greeted his nostrils. Arroz con pollo? His favorite. All at once, a suspicion arose in him. Did she know that he knew? Was she onto him? On impulse, he reached behind his back, double-checking to make sure his gun was tucked away safely in the back of his slacks and then pretended to fix his shirt at his waistband. “Rita,” he called out. “Ya llegué…” He entered the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. He found her seated at the dinner table. “I’m sorry I’m late…” Walking up to his chair, he rested his hand at the top of it, his eyes scanning the table before reluctantly meeting her gaze as he took his seat.

[thxnymph]

Rita knew for a fact she would not be able to fall asleep. Her mind was racing to the point that it was borderline loud. But Rita couldn't stay mad when he kissed her shoulder so lovingly, when he placed his hand on her hip. The anger was boiling down to just plain worry. "I don't think I can sleep." She answered truthfully as she looked over her shoulder. "I'm scared...." Rita whispered. Her hazel eyes never left his. Rita took him in, because the possibility that she would never see her husband again hung over her head.

Rita wasn't happy, he knew but for the first time since their conversation had began, Marcel was finally starting to feel reassured by his wife. That she wasn't just going to leave him on his own to pick up the pieces of this giant mess that their seemingly picture-perfect lives had just been catapulted into. Although Marcel always tried his best to not take her for granted, he was never more grateful for the person he had chosen to spend the rest of his life. It was the best decision he had ever made. And now, he just had to make sure that there would be the rest of his life to live with Rita. After changing his clothes from the day and brushing his teeth in the bathroom, he went to the bed, moving all the way towards hers, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. "Sigues despierta?" he wondered, his lips lovingly brushing her shoulder while his hand came to rest upon her hip. // @rxnatx

[xlostparadise-a]

califxrniaxdreamin​:

Before she knew it, Rita’s palm stung. She slapped him. Her hand dropped down to her side, tears stung her eyes out of frustration. All of this was fucked, and Marcelo wasn’t making it any better. Rita was scared. Scared for her husband, her children. They had to flip their lives upside down, so that they could survive whatever was coming for them. Heavy breaths left the woman, she was trying to not let the tears fall. “Fine.” Rita crooked, the tears flew down her cheeks. She diverted her gaze down, before taking a sharp inhale through her nose. “You’re sleeping on the couch.” She declared. Rita turned her back, hand wiping the tears from her cheeks. She walked upstairs without another word. She just hoped that they could get their kids out of this somehow, so that they would remain unharmed. 

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Silently fuming with nostrils flared, Marcel glared at her after she slapped him. He was somewhat taken aback that she had that kind of audacity, given what he just explained was going to happen. Now more than ever, he needed her unwavered support. While there was really no other choice given to her, it was already bad enough that he’d be sleeping with one eye open. If he could sleep. “Sleeping on th- Rita… Rita?!” As she walked away from the conversation that wasn’t finished yet, he shot up from his seat. “I wasn’t done talking to you, Rita!” He shouted at her, slamming a palm on the table. “Dios mío,” Marcel sighed, shaking his head. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and thought how he couldn’t even afford a six-pack anymore. They were now dirt poor. After playing with some numbers in his home office, he went upstairs to the bedroom. “You don’t get to slap me and then walk away. We weren’t done down there,” he growled at her.

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califxrniaxdreamin​:

“I don’t care about that. Marcelo! Do you realize what kind of position you have put not only me, but your son and daughter as well!?” Everything sounded so surreal. “Do they know about us? About the kids?” He bounced off names that she didn’t recognize, talked about this Manuel person and how his brother were double crossing the cartel. The fucking cartel. Rita slapped her hand against his mouth as he spoke. “8 million!?” Rita exclaimed with shock. Her heart was beating faster than before, stomach a never ending pit. She almost felt sick. Rita approached her husband, getting closer to speak since she really didn’t want the kids to wake up. “How the fuck are we gonna get that kind of money!?” We. Rita knew that she needed to help her husband now, since he had involuntarily dragged them both into this mess. 

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He sensed a headache coming on. Or that was just his wife’s words drilling into his head. Damn, Marcel needed a drink right now. He made a mistake starting their conversation without a beer in his hand. “Rita, ya basta! In case it wasn’t clear to you, I am under a lot of fxcking pressure right fxcking now! You think I did any of this for myself?!” Remembering their sleeping children and how frightened they were whenever he raised his voice in anger, he tried keeping it down. “They know where we live - they know everything.” This was the cartel they were talking about… Marcel pinched the bridge of his nose, as if that would help him think. She was too close for comfort. “It’s gonna be tight, okay? After early withdrawal penalties, it should be just enough.” They’d be left essentially penniless but that was better than lifeless. “You need to call the realtor, get the house listed. C-Call the moving company. In four days' time, we gotta be on the road.”