The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 7 Finally Meeting each other

Seven hours ago.

"Are you sure?" I asked Luca.

"Yes, boss."

I press my knuckles tightly against the chair armrest. "Find her now," 

He shudders under my tone and leaves. The minute he gets out of my office, I get up and punch the sandbag on the right side of the room. My knuckles have turned white after pressing them so hard. I hit the sandbags until they tore open and I had to call Roco to replace them. 

Again. 

When Luca informed me that Luther had made a fake deposit to lure Mi Zorro, I knew leaving that bastard was the wrong decision. I knew he was planning something against her but I didn't know he got Leona on board. 

Fifteen minutes later when Luca came with another set of information I immediately headed to the airport. I need to touch down in California before Mi Zorro. If she finds out Leona got her mother's boutique as the prime consumer, she will go all in with torturing her. 

There's one thing I can deal with Mi Zorro and her plan to get revenge but selling her soul to the demon isn't on the list. I don't want her to lose her entire self in this getaway of revenge. 

Luther might've laid a track for Mi Zorro but as I expected she has changed her route and is already on her way to Leona's cabin.

"Keep a watch on that motherfucker," I instructed Luca before I head down the lake myself. 

Leona is an easy target but her activities with Nora Myers boutique might instigate Mi Zorro and the last thing I want is to see her go even deeper into this mess. 

A wave of possessiveness and something sinister spread inside me. I accelerated through the highway line and within an hour I got to the cabin. I stopped the car outside the house and got out. The silence of the night except for crickets warms the atmosphere. 

I quickly take a look around the perimeter then head inside on tiptoes. I tie my hair in a low ponytail, get my gloves on, and search inside every room before heading upstairs. 

The minute I touch the second-floor living room, a strong scent of blood hits me. Fuck, Mi Zorro already killed her. I walk faintly towards the line of doors, opening and checking them before stopping in front of the only room that has its lights on. 

The scent turned deeper. 

My instinct guided my hand to the gun inside my jacket but I stopped it. I slowly turn the knob and open the door. The creaking sound of the door in the dead of the night spread goosebumps to my skin which slowly turned to something else the minute something or someone hit me in the back. 

I tumble forward but still stand on both my feet. Heat just like the ones found in the darkest corners of hell surrounds me. I turned back but she already had her next move ready. 

The sharp edge of her elbow hits me on my face and I jerk back falling all the way on the bed with a thud. Damn, my wife got some moves.

I lay flat on the bed, my shoulders shuddering with my laugh, "Y aquí pensé que mi esposa me abrazaría,"

(And here I thought my wife would hug me.)

I didn't think she would understand Spanish but when her movement froze midway and her eyes widened behind that mask, I knew she knew more than English.

"W-what did you say?" she asked dropping her form. 

Fuck I want to see her face.  "Remove your mask, Mi Zorro," I sat on the bed. 

"What?" she barked, 

I gesture to her face, "I want to see it,"

She looked dumbfounded but slowly she collected herself. Her eyebrows frown beneath her black mask and a new rage of fury wipes in those deadly hazel eyes.  

"Who the hell are you to give me orders?" she asked but before I could answer she tried to back away. Something flashes inside me and the disappointment of seeing her leave makes me jump on my foot. 

She assesses my moves and turns to leave but thanks to my height I reach her in no less than two steps and pull her back to the room opposite us. The one where there's no stench or sight of dark maroon on the carpets.

She struggles in my hold and I smile at her attempt. 

"Leave me, you asshole." She shouts.

I tighten my hold around her waist and bring my fingers to her mask. I need to see her face, I want to see what she looks like. I already had five years of mystery behind my own wife's face but now since we're so close, I will not let her leave until I paint a picture of her in my thoughts.

She haunted it with her shadows and now I want to put a face to it. 

When I tried to pull her mask, she ground her feet on the floor and jumped with full pressure. Her head hits my face and my grip loosens. Taking advantage of it, she turns and lands a punch straight in my abdomen. 

It was hard and precise. 

My whole body shivers in electricity. Dammit. I am enjoying this. 

I rub my nose and stretch my hand to hold her but the feisty spirit in her kicks back and she runs along the wall for support before hitting me again with her elbow. I tumble back and fall down with her. 

"Fuck man," I curse. She is one stubborn woman but her strength is no joke. Pride fills me when I see her take me down but I am no noob. I know how to handle her. 

The minute my back touches the floor I wrap an arm around her waist and turn our position. I get on her top, holding her wrists with just one hand as I take a breath. 

"I already craved seeing you for five years. Don't take my right, now when all I want to do is memorize your face," I say,

She freezes.

From this angle, her face was inches away from mine. The anger in her made her look cute. Too cute for my benefit. My eyes trace the length of her exposed upper face. Her eyes and forehead before sneaking a glance at her covered lips. 

Goosebumps falter my system with a need. 

A need to ravish her lips as I thought of doing on numerous occasions. Her eyes connect with mine and everything falls silent like the last droplet of water in the lake. 

Her dark brown eyes with a hint of green in them remind me of the deepest parts of a jungle. The sass and feistiness angle her perfectly. Just like a fox. Cunning, smart, and too hot.

Her eyebrow relaxes for a mere second before she starts struggling again beneath me. "Get your hands off me," 

Blood runs straight to my groin when I listen to the command in her tone. "And what if I don't?"

"I will-"

I couldn't wait anymore. I dip my head inside her neck pausing her from saying whatever threat she wanted to spew at me. Right now, I am like a hungry lion, eager and desperate to see her. If not eat.

I get closer to the band that stuck her mask, a faint smell of leather and vanilla forces me to close my eyes. I curse within and slowly drag my teeth on the strap of her mask pulling it away from her face. 

I feel her take a deep breath, her action suspended for a few seconds due to my body weight pressing her down. She sucks in, her chest rising up and down as I quickly rip the mask away from her. 

"Mierda,"