My Fierce Lady

30_ Downfall begins

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.