pedro pablo " pepa " jaramillo was born on devils night ( or at lease thats what his grandmother used to say ) , born two minutes later than his twin sister at 10:02 am on october 31st, in medellin colombia. a fact that his twin loved to rub in his face , since she was born earlier , she was the boss and he had to do whatever she said. growing up with a majority masculinity in the jaramillo household was anything but pleasant. unlike his sister , he needed to prove that he was a jaramillo. that entailed fighting with his older brothers , in their mind : they were making him tougher. in his , well lets just say that it got worse before it got better. if there was anything that pepa was good at , it was certainly charming his way through any trouble he got himself into . ever since he was a little kid , trouble and pepa seemed like the perfect match : soulmates even. if there was anyone that pepa admired it was his father , he knew who they were , he knew what they did and still for someone reason , the thought of being part of something so dangerous , it made him feel powerful , respected. if there was anything that he learned from his father , it was simply that people respected power and they were royalty , no one dare even look at them the wrong way, he had learned that at a very young age.
at the age of twelve , his father decided that he would allow pepa to go with his oldest brother to a " meeting " it was supposed to be some kind of pardon from the Mexican cartel, their had been some bad blood and things were going to be amended. he knew this was his one shot to show his father , that he was man enough to be part of the family business. though things didn't turn out like that . right before coming down to an agreement , it was called off and that their had to be a price to pay, blood for blood . it all happened in a blur and the next thing as he looks down at his hands . he sees them covered in blood, his attempts to save his brothers life were futile , they shared a moment , a small moment before he lost him . the ride back home was silent , its like the world around him stopped moving, like there was nothing else that mattered . as he stepped in colombian soil, he locked himself up in his chambers and didn't speak to anyone , not even his twin , he didn't even attend his own brothers funeral. shortly after that , his mother decided that a life in colombia wasn't the best , especially for camilo , who was still rather young.
MIAMI was the next destination , his father had a lot of connections and people he trusted in , people who would bend backwards just to make sure that they had someplace to lay their heads. even his father started a winery business , to launder the money in of course. you can take the man out of the violence but you can't take the violence out of the man. his father was a prime example of this. the problem with business such as theirs , you always have a target on your back and most of the time , you're not even the goal itself . his mother was clear representation of that . another one lost , another one that had suffered at the hands of his father , part of him resented him , for letting this happen once again.
as the years went by , everything changed . the family wasn't the same and it all became about greed for his father, something that sadly pepa learned all too well. with a family like theirs , with the type of life that they lived . pepa needed an escape , he needed something that he could use instead of having blood on his hands. music was that outlet , music was what helped him get through life and it's what landed him in the city of dreams, a platinum recording artist and the co owner of JARAMILLO ROCK RECORDS but nothing in this life comes without a little bit of suffering. the true question is would this be a venture for the jaramillo twin or would this be the end of the line.
he's never been one to give advice but the other before him seems to be insisting โ ALL BULLSHIT ASIDE ----- If youโre going to be bad, be bad with a purpose or else youโre not worth forgiving โ
MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ------ they have done it for as long as pepa can remember and saying " no " to his twin is not really something , he does. in all reality - it's something that no one does. maybe it's her whole " i wanna feed the children and live in a world with no horrors " - knowing very well , that they are the monsters parents warn their children about , the bad in the world : IT'S THEM ! he's focused on the different ideas , that mafe send him through text . that he doesn't hear the blonde speak for almost a moment. he couldn't make out exactly what she said , but they he looks towards , where she is pointing. he reaches towards the box and grabs it with one hand , softly placing on the stance next to the blonde โ well since i already did my big man job , should i continue and help you bring it to the top or do you got it from here , princesa ? โ
open starter !
terrazzo (max's nightclub), late night.
โ "HEY, SO GLAD YOU CAN MAKE IT!" max greets the other with open arms, going in for a double cheek kiss. "you had somethin' to drink yet? come on, let me get you something, please, you look like you need it," he gushes, flushed from how warm the floor is as he guides his guest towards the bar, ordering a drink for them. he's launching his latest single, as he always likes to play them for the razz crowd hours before they hit streaming platforms; he's done this over a handful of times already and he still could never get used to how packed the place gets, though he wagers a lot of the attendees are only here for the free booze he gives out on such nights. he can't be offended, he'd probably do the same thing, too. "so, how are ya? what's new? i feel like i haven't seen in you in... wait, i didn't see you last week, did i? shit, i can't keep track of time anymore."
A LUDICROUS CHUCKLE ESCAPES HIS BRIMS โ when have you ever heard me to skip an event where there is booze and women ? โ he inquired with a tilt of his head โ after this fucking week , i definitely need a damn bottle. โ it was a surprise to NO ONE , that pedro pablo was on the headlines more than he liked to admit. strolling through the crowd he gets the few recognized shocked faces , once people realize who pepa is . a chuckle escapes past his brims as he takes a seat with max. โ nah , it's been busy. between family affairs and getting mafe's album up and running and now doing the whole gucci male ambassador to say the least , i haven't forgotten about my best guy . โ he teases max but it's all playful banter between the pair.
finley had been one of his favorite photographers that he had clicked with, believe it or not when it came to who he was ; pepa was a pretty simple guy. despite his ego being the size of the solar system. โ well, i'm thinking after the last outfit change ---- you should come over, have a few drinks and stop being so tense and working so much , you need to live a little . what do you say ? โ
it wasn't a shocker for him to be in this situation , well ---- in reality more than five girls was a little shocking but they had all been so willing to take care of him , who was he to neglect them of that ? his highly intoxicated mind is the one to be blamed. he hears rocco yell luciana's name and he lifts himself up from the plethora of women laid on top of him and sees luciana standing in the middle of his bedroom โ you do realize there is such a thing as knocking , donde estan tus modales ? โ
he found these events so hypocritical and here he was showing face for the originator of this main charity , a man who would kidnap someone for ransom just to make known that he was the boss of it all and still remains to be the boss of it all. he's walking up to his sister who seems to be waiting for him , with her friend. mafe's usual honey - sweet voice rings through his ears " &. this is my little annoying brother , pedro pablo " an annoyed expression taints rough features โ you do realize you are only older by a few minutes right . . . โ he turns to the femme on his right hand side โ pedro pablo was the name my father gave me , you can call me pepa. โ
