Living with Santos in his hideout was the most peaceful experience I'd had in a long time. Nonetheless, I'd like to return to my rightful place in the mafia. Staying with him for a week strengthens our bond, and I can't help but love him more.
I was able to learn more about shooting from him, and I can't believe he was the best shooter. I was stunned and mesmerised the first time he tried it because he was shooting directly at the pointed area.
As a mafia lady, I don't have a room with swords, knives, ruffles, and other decorations on the walls. But my Santos was something else entirely.
He was even willing to assist me in this upcoming war, but I had to force him to back out because he didn't belong in that world and I didn't want to taint his image. He has a lot going on with his father; I can't add my problems to his; it would be selfish of me to do so.
I could see through him how scared he was about me when I left his car a while ago; I needed to give him more assurance that I could do it before he let me go.
Inside the office, I waited for Jackson to bring me everything that had happened behind me.
"Finally, back," Jackson exclaimed as he stepped inside.
"Yes," I say.
"Where have you been?" You had us worried because not even your phone number gets through, "he stated.
"Sorry, it happened unexpectedly, and I couldn't help but leave for a while to make sure everything was in order.
"What happened?" He inquires.
"Salvador's men have been stalking me, and if it hadn't been for my boyfriend Santos, I wouldn't have noticed them. Unfortunately, even as we were leaving, they were following us and shot me in the arm." I stated.
"What! "Did you get shot?" He asked, perplexed, and I nodded.
"That must have been a horrific experience for you; how do you feel now?" He inquired, concerned.
"Yeah, it was excruciating, but with Santos by my side, I felt less so, I couldn't believe it was that painful, but because I go through a lot of pain, it felt like the usual pain I experience.
"I'm so sorry," he said, "for what?" I asked.
"I meant to save you,"
"So, should I let you get shot?" I inquired, but he remained deafeningly silent.
"I want that jerk to rot in hell," he said.
"He will, without a doubt. I want him to die slowly but painfully. He will leave nothing else behind before his death." I informed him. "What about the Black Mafia drug shipment that we reported to the DEA anonymously?" Was it discovered?" I inquired.
"Yes, boss, it was discovered inside an abandoned shipping container and was announced on the news earlier," Jackson explained.
"Woah! And what was their next step? I'm referring to the DEA?"
"They summoned them to clear their name."
"Salvador will deny any involvement with the goods and then steal them with his men," I predicted.
"I doubt he'll just sit back because the goods are worth $50 million." Salvador will go to any length to reclaim it."
"And I'm not going to let him have it." He'll undoubtedly evade the DEA, but I'm not going to let him get his hands on that drugs again"
"Excuse me, but what are you planning to do?" He inquired.
"I want the drugs with me, and I want you to gather our men and steal those drugs before Salvador does," I said.
"But that would be too dangerous," he said.
"It's an order, not a decision to make," I remark.
"Yes, boss," he replied.
"What about Mrs Camilla's daughter? How does she feel?"
"She's still in a coma and, as usual, has a low chance of survival," he told me, and my heart broke. I wanted to see her back healthy, tell her how sorry I was for her mother's death, and show her what she looked like when she was alive.
"I'd like to have that drug by tomorrow morning," I said as I walked out of the office.
I needed to go to the hospital and see how she was doing. So I asked my driver to take me to the hospital right away.
This time, I've brought my gun with me. I'm not going to make the same mistake twice and surrender to a jerk like them.
With his men in our territory, I knew Salvador would be furious and want nothing more than to have him back under his control, just like the puppet he wanted him to be.
But we knew he'd use his family to threaten him back, so I make sure they're safe with me even though I didn't let him know about it. Even though he was the one who saved my life, I still believe they were all birds of the same feather who killed my father and that I will never forget.
I was glad we had him because he provided us with a lot of information about Salvador.
Before getting out of the car to go to the hospital, I take a look around. I went straight to the room Jackson told me she was in; I need to have some of my men guard her 24 hours a day. I don't believe The Black Mafia. They'll kill her as soon as they realize she's fighting for her life.
I walked into the room and sat beside her. I recall how vulnerable she appeared the day we rescued her from the vicious house. Tears welled up in my eyes once more when I saw her; she looked like a carbon copy of my boss. She appears frail as she lies on the bed. The trauma had far too much of an effect on her, especially after being penetrated by multiple men.
"Hello Dear, I hope you can hear me even if you can't see or know who I am," I intertwined our fingers. I want you to be strong and fight this because I know you can. Your mother was the strongest woman I'd ever met; even at her age, she was unbreakable. I'm sure you, like me, have a lot of goals to achieve. So go toe-to-toe with your enemies and defeat them. "I'm confident you can do it." My eyes were welling up with tears, I realized.
Salvador has done irreparable harm to a lot of girls, and the wound he has ripped into their hearts will be difficult to heal, but I am confident that his ending will lessen the harm he has done to them. By the time Salvador is no longer on this planet, life will become much easier for everyone.
When I get home, I put on a regular girl outfit and call my love. He picks the call at the second Ring.
"Babe, I miss you," he said as soon as he picked up the phone, turning my cheek red.
"I miss you, too," I said quietly.
"I miss having you in bed with me," he said. "It's not even dark today," I said.
"It doesn't matter; I want you in-between and to eat your pussy."
"Santos!" I yelled, my cheeks flushed.
"Why are you yelling my name, Babe?" Do you not want that? "Won't you like me to move my shaft inside of you?" He inquired.
"In any case, this isn't why I called." "I_ " I was about to say something when he cut me off.
"Would you like me to suck your nipple and stick my finger deep inside your clit?"
"Santos, okay fine, bye," I said, but he stopped me and inquired as to what I wanted. "Finally," I said.
