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09| Momma taught me well

L I L I T H O R T I Z

"So what you're saying is, they don't have the drug?" boss asks as he paces up and down the room, "Nope, they actually thought I had it, that's why they kidnapped me." I grab a cigarette from my pocket and light it.

You may be thinking that I could possibly be wrong, but i'm not. I can tell when people lie, their eyebrows twitch just slightly, their breathing speeds up, some even avoid eye contact. The normal eye won't notice such small things but for as long as I can remember, i've always noticed these small details.

After a while of him pacing up and down, he sits back on his chair, "Okay, I believe we have to organise a meeting with the British mafia whilst they're still in Washington" he announces, "That's absurd, we don't need them" I scoff.

"They are clearly having the same issue with the Germans, it would be smart to try and make an alliance between our mafias; for the time being" he explains, "This is ridiculous! We literally kidnapped each other a week ago, I was recovering for a whole week after that!!" I shrieked at him.

He slams his fists on his desk, "This is NOT up for discussion. I AM your boss and I make the decisions. If you have something to add, go talk to a wall, i'm sure it'll listen more than I will" he raises his voice as I blink a few times, "Damn, boss grew some balls" I chuckle, he grabs a blade and throws is at me although I catch it before it manages to hit me.

"Forgetting I have astounding reflexes?" I raise my eyebrow smirking, "Get out" he gritted through his teeth, "Your wish, is my command" I smile sarcastically, putting out my cigarette on the ash tray before leaving his office.

He knows he can't kick me out of the mafia because my skills are too impressive, apparently it's the best the Spanish have ever seen, maybe once we sort this German shit out i'll be able to go talk to the leader in Spain.. convince him to take me in as his right hand.

Being the best obviously comes with privileges such as being able to speak my mind without ending up being shot dead by the boss. I'm pretty sure he hates me but only keeps me because this mafia seems to be the best one throughout the other Spanish mafia's that aren't in Spain. That's thanks to me, the rate of missions being completed increased when I joined, which made the Spanish mafia in America outstanding.

"Where's my mother?" I ask one of the guards, "She left on a mission, she should be back in the morning" he informed and I nodded, strolling down the building. These sort of days were always boring, Maya was out of town visiting her grandparents, momma was on a mission and i'm pretty sure aunt said she was going on a date with a woman she met at the bar earlier on, it'll probably end in a sex and flee situation though.

I think i'm gonna go have a little fun, go to a club. I like going out and doing shit because when I was younger and under my fathers control, I never got the chance to do anything, it was always constant training to be 'just like him', just like the monster himself.

"I'm sure she can go out with her friends, she's been hustling 24/7" my mother reasoned, "Nea, I think I know what's best for my own daughter for christ's sake!" my father raised his voice at her as I stood by and watched. "Papa it's just in the garden" I reassured with a slight smile on my face, hoping it would be enough. "Niña (child), if you ask me one more time, I won't be nice," he warned, taking a puff of his cigar as he sat at his office desk.

"Carlos-" my mother began, "Do NOT call me by my name!! What have I told you?!" he roared, cutting her off, making me flinch. My mother clenched her fists and my father notices, "What are you going to do? Punch me?" he chuckled, "What can a woman like you, do? In fact what can a woman of any sorts do except please and cook?" he scoffed, puffing the smoke in my mother's face.