[RE-EDITING]
BOOK 1 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES ♥︎
𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚 • The heart of the Guerreros, their princess of the Spanish Mafia, their only sister and known as the 'La asesina del Corazon. What happens when one of her brothers drunkenly hacked into the...
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Does your heart always twinge when you feel something bad is going to happen?
Over the past few weeks we've been preparing for our big attack however today, there is some sort of uneasiness in me and it's not settling well. And it's been like this for two days straight. I haven't been around Reina over the last two days since I've been at the warehouse but when I do see her, everything is alright.
But what is this feeling?
"Don, we have received the weapons, some of the boys are double checking them. Also, the guards down at the basement have informed me that Arlo has been crazily laughing and talking about Reina."
My eyes shoot up from my files, "What was he saying, Carlos?" I ask as my fists turn into a ball at the mention of his name. Carlos lowers his head, I get up from my seat as my body infuriates with anger now. "What did he say? Tell me right now." I try to stay calm but when someone talks about my wife then it's something I can't control.
"Don h-he um-"
"Fucking tell me!"
"He kept saying that she's going to die and that she's going to-"
I didn't let Carlos finish off his sentence, instead I rushed out of my office to the basement. He was right when he said that Arlo was laughing crazily, I could hear it as soon as I stepped into the underground.
I take out my gun, loading it with bullets before going to his cell. "Open it." I tell one of my men who immediately swings the door open.
Sickening, he makes me fucking sick to think that he was in a relationship with my wife. He's been battered to nearly death, still tied up in the same place.
"Oh l-look who i-it is. D-Didn't the w-whore come?"
Without thinking my fist hits his jaw making him wince in pain. I grab him by the throat, "Don't you remember what happened last time? He starts smiling, scoffing and ending up laughing.
"S-She's going die- j-just like y-your brother-"
"I'm going to fucking kill you." I bring my gun to his head, the motherfucker still laughing, "You fucking psychopath." I spit in his face, pressing the gun hard so that he feels the pain of the metal.
"They are going to k-kill h-her."
"See you in hell motherfucker." Dead. He's finally fucking dead. The bullet hit his skull, blood dripping from his head. I push the chair so he falls to the floor and walks away. "Throw him in a bag and make sure no one finds him. Actually fuck that, don't put him in the bag and let the birds rip his flesh off."
"On it don."
Three of my close men watch me from afar, they walk towards me, "¿Por qué ustedes tres miran-" (Why do you three look-) I watch them three, pale as ever and lowered heads.
