Chapter 5 - THE EVICTION OF A PARASITE
The guests had long since fled, slipping out through the front doors like rats deserting a sinking ship. Only Roberto’s terrified girlfriend remained, huddled in the corner of the kitchen, clutching her handbag as if it could protect her from the storm I had brought into the house.
I dragged Roberto by his collar across the shattered glass of the living room, hauling him through the kitchen and out the back door toward the yard. He whimpered the entire way, his expensive clothes torn and stained with spilled alcohol and dirt.
Valeria was still sitting on the cold concrete by the trash bins, holding Mateo tightly in her arms. When she saw us approaching, she flinched, pulling our son back.
"Look at them, Roberto," I threw him down into the dirt right at her feet. He landed hard on his knees, gasping for air. "Look at the woman you swore to protect. Look at your nephew who you reduced to eating garbage."
Roberto kept his face pressed toward the ground, too cowardly to meet Valeria's eyes.
"Gabriel, please," he whined, playing the victim with the same oily tongue he had used to deceive me three years ago. "We're family. Blood is thicker than water. We can share the house! There's plenty of room—"
"Family?" I let out a harsh, bitter laugh that sounded more like a bark. "You stopped being my family the moment you decided my son’s hunger was a price you were willing to pay for your luxury."
I pulled out my phone, dialing a number I had memorized during the taxi ride from the airport—my old real estate attorney in Guadalajara, a shark named Héctor Morales who owed me a massive favor from an engineering contract years ago.
The phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered. "Yeah? Who is this?"
"Héctor. It's Gabriel Morales."
"Gabriel? Damn, chief, I thought you were still out on the water. How can I help you?"
"I need you to execute an immediate emergency property transfer and eviction," I said, my voice deadpan and absolute. "The property in Zapopan, registered under Roberto Morales's name as a holding proxy. I want the deed immediately reverted back to my sole ownership. And I want an eviction order enforced before sunrise."
On the other end of the line, Héctor paused. "A proxy transfer? You have the original power of attorney revocation papers?"
"I signed them digitally before I boarded my flight home," I lied smoothly, knowing Héctor would bend every rule in the book to help me. "File them now. I want this parasite off my property within the hour."
"Done," Héctor replied without missing a beat. "Consider it handled."
I hung up and looked down at my brother, who had stopped sobbing and was now staring up at me with pale, bulging eyes.
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"What... what did you just do?" Roberto whispered.
"I just took back what belongs to me," I replied coldly. "And you have exactly thirty minutes to pack your designer clothes, your cheap girlfriend, and whatever else you can fit into your car before my guards throw you out into the street. Because after that, I’m changing the locks."
