“This is not how we do things!” one man screeches.
I haven’t moved a muscle. That doesn’t stop the terror that washes over him as Rosie walks over to him. I am hard for her, something about the fire in her eyes and the power she has makes me weak. I won’t hold her back even if she wants to kill them all. I will be by her side the entire time leaving us covered in blood if that’s what it takes.
“Do you have a problem, sir? I could end your pathetic life right now, would it be how you do things then? How about if I were to make her suffer?” she goes on, pointing to the woman on his left, the one I’m positive is his mistress.
I can’t hear what he says precisely but I know that he agreed with her. Backing away, Rosie looks over at me and nods. We are finished here.
I am just about to walk out behind Rosie when I turn around, “So we are clear, if anyone comes after her, I will personally kill them. That is if she doesn’t get to them first.”
26
Rosalina
We have made it out of the theater and back to the airstrip, where the pilots are ready and waiting to finally take us back home. I can’t wait to feel my sheets and to not have to look over my shoulder for the next threat. Boarding the plane for the last time, I throw myself into the seat exhausted. Throwing back the tequila that Tony has handed me, I feel like I can finally breathe.
I don’t even realize I have fallen asleep until I wake up in the bedroom. Yawning, I roll over to find Tony is still sleeping. Slipping from the bed, I go in search of my phone to check the time. I have a missed call from Roman. Quickly returning his call, I notice we will be home in less than an hour.
“Roman, how are you?”
“Bien, Jefa. I was merely calling to update you on the transaction at the warehouse. It seems we have someone over there skimming the profits,” he informs me.
“Send me the address and his name. I’m almost home so I will deal with it when we land,” I answer, rubbing at my temple.
Ending the call, I rise from the chair, making my way back into the room. Tony jerks awake when I call his name. I am still dressed so I decide to forgo changing, instead I splash cold water on my face to make me feel more alive. When I am done, I walk out to meet Tony and update him on the situation at home. This is now his business too, so he should have a say.
“We do whatever it is you want, amor,” he says, grinning at me.
Departing the plane, I see that Martin is waiting for us. He apparently has a deathwish, considering he is leaning against my car, my car that he drove here. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he tosses my keys to me. Cheeky bastard. Plugging the directions in my GPS, I drive to the warehouse.
“Stay in the car Martin. We will be back in… give us fifteen minutes,” Tony commands.
I can hear the clicking of my heels on the concrete floor. I am being ogled by men as they come to see what the commotion is. I should have changed from my dress I suppose, but I had nothing else to wear. Seeing a man stomping towards us, I stop walking.
“Listen niñita, you shouldn’t be in here,” he begins.
Circling him, I stop and ask, “Who here is named, Felipe?”
Before the man in front of me answers, I see a bulky man pushing his way to the front of the gathering crowd. He must be Felipe, I think.
“Right here, and waiting to show you a thing or two,” the man boasts, grabbing his dick.
Idiot. Smiling, I crook my finger, motioning him to come to where I am standing. He must think he has won some kind of prize since he still smiling. Tony is standing near the door with his hands, in his pockets just watching everything.
“So you’re Felipe?” I question.
“Yes ma’am,” he acknowledges, his eyes full of mirth.
Tapping my finger on my chin, I question in a low voice, “Are you the one stealing from me?”
Wide-eyed he moves to back away, I don’t have time for this when I just want to be home. Taking the gun from the man who seems to be in charge, I shoot aiming for his knee. One of the men looks from the man clutching his leg back to me, but no one has made a move.
“Felipe here thought it would be wise to steal from the Velasquez family,” I call out to all the men, still holding the gun at him. “As the head of the family, I don’t take well to thieves. This is your warning, steal from me, and I will fucking kill you. Entiendes?”
I can see all of them nodding. Everyone looks to the bloody leg of Felipe, thinking he will live. That’s not the case though, not for him at least. Aiming at his chest, I fire.
“Have someone clean this up,” I command the man next to me, handing his gun back to him.
Finally, time to go home. Walking out with Tony following, we climb into my car and drive away.
Epilogue
Anthony
Three months later…
I am watching Rosie a bit more closely these days. She decided that in our world there was no time to waste, my little rose stopped her birth control just a month ago. I don’t think Rosie has noticed it yet, but I have a feeling she is already pregnant.
“Open,” I command, holding up the forkful of spaghetti to her mouth.
“When are you going to stop? We have been over this before, I can feed myself. Besides, if you are feeding me then who will feed the baby?” she rushes out.
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face at the mention of our growing baby.
Rolling her eyes, she huffs, “Of course, you already knew.”
Nodding, I hold up the garlic bread and taking a bite. Rosie has never been able to hide things from me. Now that the council has moved on to other things and left us alone since the theater, we can move on.
Rosalina received word through the council that Ruslan was ‘taken care of’ for his actions against her parents. I was the one to set him on fire inside his home. I haven’t told her that I was the one, but I’m sure she suspects since both Nico and I left for business at the same time. In Ruslan’s plan for dominance he attempted to go after another family which gave the council all the reason to do away with his pathetic life. His son Ivan, has now taken over and supposedly left the sex trafficking ring.
Rosalina
One year later…
I love our date nights together. We haven’t had many since Elena Maria came into the world two months ago. Of course, she is the most spoiled little girl with a father like Tony. Sighing, we detour from the restaurant where our reservations were made. We have a shipment of new weapons coming in, and the supplier is refusing to leave until he meets one of us. Since we haven’t worked with him in the past, Tony has changed the location in case it turns out to be a setup.
Groaning, I throw my hands up, “It’s not like Amy watches her often. One night, we couldn’t even have this one night. Can we just kill him?”
Chuckling, Tony shakes his head and continues driving.
“Fine, but don’t think this means we won’t be going to the restaurant anyway,” I huff.
“Amor, we can’t kill him tonight. The restaurant will still be there in an hour, and you know Amy loves Elena. She will watch her anytime you ask. The guys though, they might not be too happy if we take her away from them any more than we already do,” he says, lacing our fingers together.
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Diamond Bitch...
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Diamond Bitch
Fuck this. I am a grown adult; there is no reason why my father -I use that title loosely- should be demanding that I go “spend some time with my cousin.” Sure, I may have gotten myself into deep shit with some Colombian wife. It’s not my fault that her husband decided he wanted to eat me instead of her. Besides, it’s not like I even knew he had a wife and kids.
Rolling down the window, I light a cigarette. Before you preach about how bad they are, don’t. I don’t give a damn like I said I’m a grown woman. I think I've spent an entire year home since the summer I tu
rned fourteen, not that my home life was normal by any means. I don’t even know what my mom looks like -she died when I was three- heaven forbid anyone ever talk about her let alone have a picture. I was raised by mistress, after mistress, ever since.
My father was too worried about his “business” to question what his dear daughter was up to. I’m an only child much to his despair. He could get it up, he just couldn’t produce the son he wanted. Something he made sure to tell me. All. The. Fucking. Time. Nope, he was stuck with the weak, whore of a daughter to take over for him.
Flicking my cigarette out of the window, I take in the gates of my cousin’s house. She was my best friend growing up, well until I met a guy who turns out was living with her -her boyfriend if you didn’t catch that- so, I did like I always do, I turned the bitch in me up to one hundred and acted like I knew. I was actually pretty torn up about that, I fled to the United States, got into some trouble and went on my way.
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Michelle Brown has always been an avid reader and music lover. She lives in a small town located in North Carolina. She spends her off time reading for her blog A Woman & Her Books, when she isn’t with her husband and son. Michelle Brown is expanding herself into writing as well. She is a debut author, but her history with dark romance makes her anything but new. Having been a personal assistant to some of the top dark romance authors in the genre, she has always been a reader and a lover of the dark and twisted. 'Pretty Killer, La Asesina Bonita' is her debut novella.
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