THE GIRL I KNEW

2. REBOTAR.

~if you haven’t THE NEW GIRL, i urge you to in order to have a better understanding of the sequel💛

COMMENTS MAKE ME SMILE 🙃💛

THIRD PERSON POV:

“Welcome! C’mon, have a seat! Please please have a seat!” The man said so excited as soon as he saw his customer accompanied by a young woman he’s been expecting to see. “Veo que esta vez has traído a tu jefe contigo.” {SPANISH TO ENGLISH TRANSLATION: “I see you’ve brought your boss with you this time.”} He giggled like an insane man, well, that was what the young woman was thinking.

He had a scar at the left side of his face from his temple down to his jawline. It was so evident that he was an addict, the effects of drug was really visible on his facial features, from the very dark circles under his eyes to his abnormal jittery behavior and way of movement. Everything just screamed it.

Her eyes travelled around the abandoned warehouse after she took off her shades as her five inch heels knocked on the floor while she took her time to walk.

The warehouse was really in bad shape. But that wasn't a surprise to the both the woman and her bodyguards considering that this kind of business are expected to take action in places like this, places where people would hardly come to knowing that the not so good people did their illegal activities.

“¿Cuánto quieres por la droga?” {TRANSLATION: “How much do you want for the drug?”} The woman spoke with her back facing them.

“Well, considering how much of a loyal and cliente fiel you are to me and my barón we’re offering five million dollars as the precio.” He spoke as he sat on the edge of the table with arms folded.

“Rokkett?” She called on her bodyguard.

“Yes ma’am?” He answered.

“Pass me a stick.” She ordered in a calm way and he presented her with one. She snatched it from him and brought it to the space between her lips as she held it up a little for him to light. Once he was done lighting up her Indian hemp, she spoke once more. “Bring the briefcases.”

Her bodyguard nodded and took the briefcases from another of her bodyguard who stood at the door.

He placed both of them side by side on the table and the weird man quickly jumped into his seat. He gently opened both briefcases at the same time and when his eyes landed at the dollar papers inside, a very disturbing and long cackle escaped his mouth.

“Wow madame, I must say, you really are a good client to my boss. Yes! yes! My boss will be very very pleased with this.”

“Where’s my rebotar?” She snapped at him.

“Pacienca bebe—”

He was cut off by the quick act the woman performed in a fit of rage. She threw her hemp away and instantly stormed her way up to his table. With so much irateness, she furiously dragged him up by the collar with just one hand while the other grabbed a gun out of her knee length booth and pinned the pistol to his head.

“Who the fuck did you just call baby?” Her voice was so dangerously low as it looked like she was about to blow his brains out of his head.

“You’re so feisty....madame, please let’s not act this way, if not you’ll make my boss really upset if you even place a scratch on me.” He smiled so innocently which made her blood boil the more.

“Shut the fuck up! I don't give a flipping fuck about your damn boss just fucking give me my rebotar!” She growled at him. “Or I swear to God I will pull this fucking trigger!” She breathed in and out so hard.

“I—”

“Fucking Christ you have no idea how much mad I am that you’re wasting time! Do you have any idea who you are speaking to?!”

All of a sudden she threw him back to his seat. She brought down her shades and with a fit of rage, she threw them to the floor. She turned back to the man and his eyes grew so wide as fear and shock were laced around his entire soul.

“This....this is...your.....boss?” He was so shocked to death as he stared at her as though he couldn’t believe his eyes. “I can’t..... believe it, how are you here? But your—”

“Rokkett why don't you be a darling and introduce him to me” She smirked.

“Of course ma’am.” He answered in his deep voice as he walked closer to me. “Mr. Esteban it is my pleasure to introduce you to the amazing and very beautiful—” Rokkett was about to finish when he cut him short.

“Ga-Gabriella Dalmonte?” His voice held utmost fear and confusion.

“In the flesh.” She smirked at him and flattened her palm on the desk of Mr. Esteban.

GABRIELLA DALMONTE’S POV:

“How-How is this possible?” The drug dealer asked me.

“What do you mean?” I creased my forehead.

“You’re a Dalmonte. What are you doing with drugs?” He looked at me with confusion.

“Shut the fuck up! What are you trying to fucking say?! If I want to take drugs then I can! So just fucking give me what I fucking paid for! Five million is just little money but it is still my fucking sweat!” I angrily hissed at him then pointed my gun at him again. “I swear to fucking God if you don't bring out my rebotar I will make you wish your father would have just walked across the street to buy a flipping condom so that they wouldn't have had you.” I was suddenly sweating as the time of me not smoking it became longer.

Dammit! I was going insane!

“Fine! F-F-F-Fine I’ll give you the rebotar.” He trembled in fear and a little smirk rose up on my face.

“Good dog. C’mon, go get it.” I ordered him and he nodded like a little puppy. He brought something under the desk. It was the rebotar.

I can't believe I’m saying this but my heart skipped at mighty beat when I saw it’s blue self caged inside of a transparent ziplock bag.

“Here you go.”

The rebotar which is ‘ricochet’ in English was the recent drug that the D.D.U.M released a week ago and I’m so far the first to get it in my possession. The D.D.U.M stands for the Drug Dealers of Underground Mexico. They were the biggest and most prominent illegal drug producing factory and drug trafficking in the entire drug world. Over the years, I became one of their constant clients.

The thing I just couldn't understand was the reason why they wanted me to come myself to get the rebotar and not Rokkett like usual.

I glanced at the rebotar, it was too small for five whole million U.S dollars. It was blue in color and looked as though it was hard as a block. Rokkett told me we had to heat it for it to go back to almost powder form and then put it in a stick, light it, smoke and then BOOM! You're off to heaven baby.

“Be careful. The smoke of the ricochet is so powerful and deadly that it takes two inhalation of it and your ability to think correctly is gone. If you take too much of the inhalation, well, your spirit will be off to la tierra de la muerte.” {TRANSLATION= “...the land of the dead.”} Mr. Esteban warned but I didn't really care.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” I offered him a handshake and he took it immediately. But then the grip of my hand on his became tighter, way tighter. “Si tú o tu jefe delatan al mundo de arriba acerca de que yo estoy en el negocio con este mundo, solo debes saber que definitivamente no podrás ver la próxima maldita luz del día.” {TRANSLATION: “If you or your boss rat to the world above about me being in business with this world, just know that you will definitely not be able to see the next fucking daylight.”}

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Your thoughts on the chapter?

💛
💛TGIK💛
💛