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"Hello" a woman's voice said on the other end of the phone "hello?" I questioned, thinking maybe I got the wrong number "yes hello" she went on "uhm I'm looking for Alma...is he there?" She laughed "ah yes, right here" I waited a second then my dads voice came through "hello?" He said "who was that?" He cleared his throat "Ona! Mi princesa!" He dodged my question so I convinced myself it was his new assistant and not some whore he was sleeping with. "Are you ok?" He questioned "I'm fine, I want to throw a party in the San Francisco penthouse but I need the keys" I heard mumbles and giggles on the other end of the phone and there was a long period of no words.
"Hello!" I said into the phone "oh sorry mija...yea I'll get the keys to you tonight" I smiled and hummed "you already know where to stay out of and nothing better be broken" I hummed then said goodbye and hung the phone up. I made my way over to Petra's room, not knocking before going in. When I opened the door I had a big grin on my face but when I saw all the rats along with Willy and Saya, it dropped; especially when I saw Marcus's arms wrapped around Maria. I stared Maria down, still pissed I now had eight stitches in my cheek because of her.
For the time being, I ignored them and put my smile back on, just for Petra "we're on" she smiled as well "he said yes?!" I nodded "keys come tonight" she cheered then high fived me while I laughed then she turned to the confused group. I dropped my smile again as she invited the group, my eyes locked on Maria "we're all invited?" Marcus asked me specifically "only because Petra wants you there." Maria rolled her eyes and Willy caught on "I get you don't like us anymore but, what's with the mean mug?" Maria chuckled when she finally saw the stitches "yea Ona, what's wrong?"
I shrugged, still lacking emotion "I just hate the fact you can sit there like that" she dropped her smile and picked up a attitude "like what?" She snapped "like I don't have eight fucking stitches in my face from saving your boyfriend from your psychotic ass" she tried to act like she wasn't affected but we could all tell she was embarrassed "stitches?" Marcus asked "yea. Your welcome by the way. It could've been your neck but whatever I guess" the rest of the group turned away awkwardly "she saved you and took an arrow for you and you couldn't even say thank you?" Saya asked.
"I was trying to find who the fuck shot it! Sorry a thank you wasn't the first thing to come to mind" I scoffed and rolled my eyes "would've been mine..."Billy mumbled "same" Willy and Lex added. Marcus sighed and held eye contact with me "thank you Ona, I appreciate it" I shrugged breaking the contact "doesn't count now." Petra argued "forget it. The party's tomorrow, don't touch anything you can't afford to replace, you will lose a limb" I was waking out the door when I heard Maria sneak in a comment "now she looks like her brother" she chuckled and I turned back around "I know you aren't talking about my family, right?"
"I was." She said confidently "I suggest you don't do it again" she was referring to my oldest brother. He was known for all the scars that decorated his body, specifically the one that dragged from his temple, going over his eye and nose then ending at his chin. He got it in a knife fight when I was around five, he had just turned fourteen and I remembered it took him hours to convince me he was ok. I remember he kept smacking my other brothers because they wouldn't stop laughing at how worried I was.
