Power To She

Chapter Two

 'Distance makes the heart grows fonder'

The door makes a creaking sound as I push it open. It shuts closed behind me as I make my way through the florist shop. The smell of fresh sand and flowers dances in my nose. The shop is kind of big with different flowers decorating it. From flower pots flowers to wrapped up roses. All different kinds of beautiful flowers. Customers are busy looking at the flowers trying to find the ones they love best. We are all here for one thing; to buy flowers, but we are all buying them for different reasons. Some are buying for their loved ones, patterns, friends, loved ones who have passed. My reason is the last one. I walk down the ail of roses and I see red ones. My father hated the colour red so I keep on moving.

I see white roses. He wouldn't appreciate white roses since he saw white as a colour of weakness. I finally see black roses making me smile. His favourite colour. I wonder how they even make these black roses.

"See something you like young lady?" An old grandma asks me. My best guess is that she is the owner or she just likes being in other people business.

"Do you work here?" I ask her back.

"Ah yes. You see I own this shop. It has been here for a whole 5 years and it's still growing. This place has been my peace" I smile as I look at her.

"I am glad if that's the case. I would like to have 30 of these black roses please" I say politely which I never am, but I was taught to respect my elders.

"No problem let me get them wrapped up for you" she says walking away. She soon comes back with a wrapping. She carefully picks the flowers up with my help and she wraps them. Once she's done I pay her and I take my leave with a goodbye.

I make my way to my car and make i drive to my fathers grave. Upon my arrival I see another figure already standing next to his grave. I take my gun with me as I stride towards the figure with the flowers in my hands. As I get closer I see that it's just Mr Thompson. My fathers best friend. He turns once he feels my presents behind him.

"My one and only daughter" he greets with a sad smile on his face.

"What happened to Bianca?" I joke with him. Bianca is his daughter. He laughs it off as his eyes wonder back to my fathers grave. It doesn't have a tombstone since it's too early to have one put in but the grass if freshly cut and neat.

"How are you?" I ask him.

"I'm hanging there. It's just a hard pill to swallow when you lose someone you knew your whole entire life. The almighty king has been laid to rest and now you as the new queen you need to rise and show them whose boss. Don't let his legacy die down with him. Just know his proud of you where ever he is" Mr Thompson says.

I nod feeling the impact of his words. My King has fallen. It seriously feels like my whole world died with him. Him and I we were tight like two peas in a pod. We were inseparable. He was truly my hero even though he wasn't close to being a saint but he was my god. He taught me every thing I know today. One would swear that we were lovers judging by how close we were. No one ever dared to come between us, because they would fail. We stand for a few minutes before he announces his departure. Once his gone I kneel down on his grave and I place the flowers on the ground.

"Hey Dad" I greet him with a smile. Even though my heart is bruised but I can feel his spirit within me.

"I brought you flowers. I know you hate dying gifts but I brought them anyways and I know how you hate red and white so I brought black ones. Your favourite colour" I say with a chuckle.

"I hope you are making sure they know whose boss where you are and while you are at that I will fucking show them whose boss here. We will reign supreme. They can never separate us. Even in death. I know you are always with me just like how I am always with you. Don't worry yourself about Pablo he will get whats coming for him but first I wanna enjoy seeing him crumble into pieces and losing everything" I tell him. My phone disturbs me. I fish for it in my pocket until I grab hold of it. I check whose calling and it's Steve.

"Steve" I answer.

"Boss we have a problem" he says through the phone.

"I will be there in a few" I drop the call. My eyes find their way back to his grave. Nothing hurts me more than knowing that his laying under sand. He deserves better than this. His body doesn't deserve to be buried. He was too much of a legend to just be underground like every other normal human, but I couldn't get his body cremated. The thought of him burning down just didn't sit well with me.

"See you later solider" I say as I blow a kiss before making my way back to my car. The weather has calmed down and clear skies are showing. I make my way to the warehouse making sure I am not being followed. It's deep into the forest. I finally make it there and I catwalk inside with my head held high.

"Boss" Steve welcomes me from the door. We make our way to my office which was once my fathers office. I didn't change anything so everything is still in his taste.

"Talk to me Steve" I say as I light up my cigar. I give him the go ahead to pour the whiskey. Once his done he hands me my glass which I down in one gulp.

"We have a strange order" he .

"Get to the point" I demand with a non friendly look coating my face.

"Pablo requested 10 Kg worth of cocain from us" he utters I sigh as I look at him.

"We are not taking that order. If he calls tell him to talk to me" I command.

"Yes boss"

"Other than that is everything running smoothly here?" I ask him.

"Yes everything is in line young boss. The product is moving fast in the street and the word is spreading meaning we will be getting more money flowing in soon" he .

"That's great. Any big orders other than Pablo?"

"Yes Lucas and Cedrick" he replies.

"Good make sure the deliveries are done on time, and if there is a surplus by the end of this make sure you add one stack for the both of them"

"No problem boss" I get up from my sit and I make my way to my house. My body is aching. It seriously needs a good hot bath. I fill the bath tub with hot water and baths salts. Once I am done I strip naked and I sink my body inside the hot water. My body relaxes in the water. My mind wonder back to Pablo I guess he survived Hectors wrath and I know that he knows that it was me who set him up. He only made an order just to fuck with me. Right on queue my phone rings. I dry my hands before answering it. It's a private number so I place it in my ear and I say nothing.

"Senorita" his voice booms through the phone. He was quick to call. This can only mean his panicking a bit. One thing I just can't get is why he likes calling me Senorita. It's irritating.

"Pablo you just disturbed my warm nice bath. What do you want?" I ask him.

"Mind if I join you? Maybe we can finally have the seconds you were wanting the other day" he mocks. Making me laugh.

"I would LOVE to but I don't fuck with niggas who have small dicks" I mock him back. He sucks in air in frustration before replying.

"That didn't seem like the case when you were making your hurt faces"

"That's because I was feeling sorry for you. You came so damn fast even two minute noodles take longer to cook than you" He chuckles through the phone in a warning tone.

"You know what I loved the moment in that moment. The look on your fathers face as I raped you right in front of him" he tries to bite back.

"Yeah, but you were to quick of off load your non existence sperm for him to actually feel the real hurt of the situation Pablo"

"Fuck you Aurora. You hear me FUCK YOU. I will come for you and I will kill you the same damn way I killed that good for nothing father of yours" he spits in rage.

"While you at that how about you go and get a dick enlargement so I can finally talk business with a REAL men" I say before hanging up the phone. I place my phone back to where is was and I sink in the water with a smile. I got him right where I wanted him. He will fucking bow down to me. He is already losing his cool when the games have just began. Fucking brick. He thinks he can break me with lousy words than he should think again. Actions speak louder than words. So I shut out all the words said to me, because thats the first trick people use just to mess with your head. It worked on Pablo but he can forget it working with me.