Lay it on the Line : Prodigal book one

Chapter Two

CHAPTER 2

Mexico

"Want something done, you do it yourself." Marina spoke out loud to her driver and the other male that sat in the front seat of the Black Cadillac SUV. Her father's words echoed through her head as she sat fuming in the back seat. Marina watched out the front window, her caramel colored eyes squinting trying to see past the headlights' reach. The SUV barreled down the dark country road towards its destination followed by a few other cars. Marina looked over her shoulder to make sure the others were keeping up with them.

"How much farther?" She turned to face forward and a few of her thick dark amber curls bounced over her shoulders. Juan said they were not far, and they had the freedom fighters surrounded." The man in the passenger seat answered.

Marina watched him hold his rifle shakily as a wicked smile spread across her face.

"Nervous Miguel?" she, herself was not afraid nor scared to face these freedom fighters. She enjoyed a good shoot out, along with the adrenaline and carnage it produced. The thrill of taking a life was a monster that she needed to feed every now and again. Growing up in a world full of them, you either become one yourself or become the victim. Marina was far from a victim. Her father always taught her to always be her best self. Rather it be the best leader, the best business woman, or best killer. If anyone was to take her serious in a world dominated by men, she had to show them she meant business and these freedom fighters were on her list.

The small little group of freedom fighter had formed to try and take out Marina's group. Her, her men, and the cartel had a stronghold in the area. Marina's father, Joaquin Alvarez, wanted her to take care of this matter personally. Marina didn't mind, it was a break from the boring night she would have spent at home. When Marina grew bored, bad things tended to happen.

Miguel shook his head and cleared his throat a bit.

"If you are afraid, that is alright, you are only human. It is natural." Her eyes left the man and darted out the window besides her. She tried not to smile, knowing what she was doing. Marina was playing with the emotions of this man. Pretty much telling him it is alright to be afraid like a child. Marina turned to watch the driver. The driver, who kept his mouth shut, had his eyes focused on the road. She knew they would not dare open their mouth to question her, and if they did, Marina would blow their brains out. She didn't care if it was her own men, no one meant anything to her.

Like any other psychopath, she lacked empathy for others.

"But if you are going to be my bodyguard for the night, better grow a pair Miguel...You are paid to take a bullet for me, not run away from the shooting." She hissed.

"Yes. Yes Ma'am." He mumbled a bit. Marina could hear the fear in his voice.

"What was that?" She asked. Marina heard him, but she wanted him to sound a bit more confident. The man was getting paid handsomely to protect her. Even if she didn't need the protection, the least he could do was act like he was fearless, Marina thought.

"Yes Ma'am" He spoke in a firm tone.

"That is what I thought. You are new, so I forgive you this once, but make sure you learn quickly" Her eyes pierced through his soul almost as she watched him from behind. The Latina female knew Miguel could feel her staring. Miguel stopped shaking and held his rifle tight. She glanced down at his knuckles, which were almost white from his grip.

Marina's head perked up in anticipation as she could hear hundreds of gunshots ringing out through the night air. Blood curdling screams followed by muzzle flashes lit up the dark desert like a lightning storm up ahead. The dust swirled up as a few bodies hit the dirt followed by the clanking of metal from their rifles. The scene that was covered in darkness finally gave way to the light by the headlights of the SUV. It pulled off the small dirt road and the tires screeched to a halt in the loose gravel. The engine stayed humming as Marina looked ahead at the bodies on the ground. The headlights showed the grim sight of the massacred men on the ground a few feet ahead. The bodies were strung out besides bushes and other desert shrubbery. Some of the men lay with guns still in a death grip lifeless, while others were clutching their wounds and sobbing for a quick end. A wicked sense of joy fluttered up in Marina making her eyes glisten with joy.