Getting Away With Murder(Taylor Lautner)

Yaneli(That's my name,haha)Altair(Alta-eer,Said like a mexican,use google translate i guess? pretty close to the pronunciation,NTyways) Vega:Mexican,5'4,Brownish red hair,Brown eyes,19 at begining,curvy,Orphaned as a child,adopted when 5 by the D'Alessio's,Along With Teresa Vega,Her sister,younger by two years.

Teresa Vega:5'2,slim,17,brown hair,brown eyes

Marcos Antonio'Guero' D'Alessio:5'9,blonde hair,blue eyes,paleish skin,Mexican,27

Guero's Family: Karla,Maritsa,Alejandro,Cristian,Pedro,Jose,Juan D'Alessio

Hmm...How Do I describe Taylor Daniel Lautner:

He's like,the epitome of Tall,Dark,and Gorgeous!

Sexy,

So delicious,

I want him,so bad haha

He has the prettiest eyes,I could stare into them the whole day,and never get bored.

His lips are so pink and full and perfect,my boyfriend gets jealous because he claims I'm having an affair with him,haha

His hair is so amazing,it's jet black,and its like this sexy,messy,yet neat sort of way It's like a hot mess sometimes..so sexy and messy and amazing...Uhhh jesus christ!

His arms are so big and muscular,I wish he would hold me in them forever :D

His 8 pack abs are so amazing You'd think they were fake...Too die for ;)

Everything below the waist...I want,so bad,hahah lol,I want everything!

Even his name shouts 'too sexy!'

Dear Taylor Lautner,

I want you so bad.Haha.Some day,I will sneak into your house and Rape you,but It won't be rape because I'll guarantee you'll like it.

What Can I say?This guy is A gift from heaven :D

Many henchmen...And Other Characters will be introduced at the storyy :D
A lot of the dialogue will be in spanish,just cuz it will make a little more sense,but will be translated.Not like 75 percent...but like... around 50? haha

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"Princessa!"Princess,If you couldn't guess.

I turned,as I heard Guero call my nick name."Que paso?"What happened?I asked,turning my attention from the window to his wonderful blue eyes.

"Iremos a la fiesta de la noche?Andale,celebraremos que se casara muy pronto mi ermana Karla,"Are we going to tonight's party?We're celebrating my sister Karla's engagement .

"Siento una mala vibra con eso del bar.No sera mas peligroso ir a un Bar publico que aserlo en casa?"I'm feeling a bad vibe with that bar.Isn't it more dangerous to go to a public bar,than to do it at home?

"Princessa,ayi escojio mi hermana.Porfavor,que llegaremos tarde,"Princess,That's where my sister chose.Please,or we'll be late,

"Vamonos,pues,"Let's go,then.

We danced and drank,until I was unable to hold my own weight.Of course, the continuous live music made me want to drink even more.

This small piece of information may seem like I'm normal,and just an adopted orphan.If you thought this would be one of those stories where I'm jumping over rainbows and getting pelted by skittles,then you're wasting your time,and you should leave,because it's about to get very...gory?Is that the right word?I don't know,and if you can't handle it,I recomend you not read this tragedy.

After about three Corona's and Six Jose Cuervo Tequilas
"Te diverteste princessa?"Did you have fun,princess?Guero asked.

"Si,precioso,"Yes,beautiful,I said,giggling.

"Te pasaste tantito de las copas,mi reyna,"You went overboard on the drinks,my queen,

I burst in laughter."Poquito,"Just a little bit,I said,crunching my fingers,so it looked like a small portion.

"Ay,Princesa."Oh,Princess.

I burst in laughter."Como me ases reir,"You make me laugh,so much,I said,continuing with my laughter rant.

He set me down on our bed."Duermete,Princessa.Ya sabes que manana me acompanaras a el transporte De Coca a Maruecos," Sleep,Princess.You know that tommorow you will go with me to the Cocaine delivery to Morocco,

What followed after him not succeeding to put me to sleep because of my lack of sleepiness,was an amazing night of sex and foreplay. It was always good sex-but I always felt there was something missing...

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Merida,Yucatan,eight at night

"Lista,Princesa?"Ready Princess? I stepped from the dock onto the largest boat,surrounded by smaller boats,which carried my adopted family.We never made a transportation without the family and henchmen-it was bad luck.

"Ya bamos a la mitad,no te desesperes,"We're half way there,don't be despaired, Guero Said,smiling.

Again,I felt another odd presence,like this was a bad Idea...Not the trafficing of drugs,but like something was going to happen to us...

Guero started singing me a song,and I rested on his shoulder.

We arrived at Morocco,and on our way back,we were very content with the deal,although it seemed much,much too easy.Like something was bound to happen...I'd never felt like this-We'd always been at the top of Mexico's drug lords.This was because Guero's mind and my mind combined were pure excellence and we could manouver our way out of anything.We'd always done things with such confidence...

Now wasn't one of those times.

I stood up,and went to the back of the boat,letting the ocean water spray gently in my face.It was also about four in the morning...A sleepless night usually meant a day less of life.

I looked up at the grey sky-not quite night,not quite day...

There was something so out of place in the sky.The stars of the sky were no longer visible at this hour.But yet there were these black spots...they kept getting closer,and closer,until they were much more visible.

Missiles.

I stared in shock.

I was going to die under the grey sky.

I turned around,and stared at Guero's face for the last time.

The biggest missile hit the very front of the boat,behind where Guero stood.

I gasped.

This was where the gas tank was-on this model of a boat,anyways.

It all felt so slow-although it was mere seconds in wich it took for the boat to explode.First the missile hit-and I could no longer see Guero.Of course,the missile had its own explosion-and that explosion detonated the next explosion-which was much more potent,because the gas tank was exploding.The force sent me into the cold ocean water.

Things happened so fast that I didn't get a chance to catch my breath,sending the salt water down my throat.I tried to push myself back up,my lungs yearning for pure air,not the burning poison going down my throat.

The water felt so heavy on me.It was like I would never come up...And the salt water was burning at my eyes.I shut them,hoping this would help me.I weezed and coughed-making it worse.

When I hit the surface,I coughed up a stream of water,inhaling.

I saw a very big and frightening piece of large metal-in the shape of a missile.

I swam towards it,as best I could.

In red letters,two words were written: Venganza Dulce.

Sweet Vengance.

At the bottom,there was a large 'Z'.

The Zetas were getting there revenge by destroying us.

But If I had survived-maybe Guero had,too.

Guero was everything to me-a father,a brother.A friend.

A lover.

I swam away from the missiles-and closer to the wreckage of the boat that was on fire.

He couldn't be far from the wreckage-so i moved faster,hoping to catch up with him.

Of course,It would take a while,he was a much faster swimmer than me.

There was wreckage everywhere-and it seamed like each boat had been hit with a missile.

The remains of the other missiles were not quite as large as the one that hit our boat-they only needed to make sure that the Drug lord was dead-and the Cartel Del Gulfo would be wandering around,leaderless.

As I swam further,there was more and more wreckage.

How many people had survived?How many had perished?

Was I the only surviver?

No,That couldn't be.Guero was even better at survival than I was.

I started to yell his name.

"Guero!"I yelled,desperate.

In this wreckage,and in the cold water,I would surely die.And,if he was still alive,I wanted to die with him.

Whether it was hypothermia.Hunger.Eaten by sharks.I wanted to be with him.Every last moment mattered.

No response."Marcos!?"I yelled."Contestame porfavor!"Answer me please!

"Marcos!"I yelled,desperate."Guero!"

I kept yelling his name,all to no avail.

There was no response to my yelling and screaming.

I pushed my way through the water and wreckage,until I saw shapes that were obviously not wreckage.They looked to fleshy and squishy for that.

I swam towards them,curious.

The sun was starting to rise,and I was still alone.

Once I reached the shapes,There was much more of them than I had imagined.

And they were not 'shapes'.

They were limbs.

Limbs that had been bombed and exploded off there bodies-limbs that were chunks.

Like they had been chopped alive.

The closest was a hand-pale colored,the fingers already purple.

Marcos Antonio's hand.

The way I identified it-his lucky ring.The stone matched the one on my necklace.

Something floated closer to me,drifting with the waves.

As it neared me,I knew it was one of Guero's limbs.

A severed head.
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Haha,Did you enjoy?This is just a little taste of what the story will be like...Did It leave you wanting more?Please comment and rate!!!5 stars preferably!!also...Taylor will make his first appearance soon!

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