Dangerous.

Chapter One.

I felt my veins pounding furiously as my blood quickly roared through them, my adrenaline pumping as my trustworthy cube fled out of the abandoned warehouse. My small, yet cold, silver pistol pointing downwards as I paused to look back of my shoulder, lighter in hand. My upper lip curved upwards as a dark, cold smirk slowly appeared on my face.

I looked back over at one of my gang members, raising an eyebrow at them. He gave a blunt nod and held up four long fingers. My smirk grew larger as I looked back. The wind was blowing north, my direction, and it carried the bittersweet aroma of newly dumped gasoline.

I parted my pink plump lips slightly as I flicked the lighter to life, the yellow-orange-blue flame flickering deathly, dancing about through the darkness. I took a deep breath before dropping it at my feet, the small flame making contact with the flammable liquid instantly.

A silent gasp escaped my lips as I quickly took a step back to watch the fire slowly, yet quickly, roar to life. The gasoline made a clear pathway for the flames as they rapidly wrapped themselves around the warehouse in a matter of seconds. The whole place to be soon engulfed in a matter of minutes. If you listened closely through the sounds that quite dark night made, you could hear the screams and yells of the four people trapped inside the warehouse, soon to be silence within five minutes. If not less.

My smirk returned as I realized I've, once again, have won. Surprise, surprise.. Cassandra Rodriguez always wins. Always.

The stupid police officials wouldn't be informed of the fire for another hour or so, wouldn't get here under two. But by then, we would be long gone just like this abandoned warehouse. It's going to be way to damaged to tell who burned the place to the ground. It'll take those fools months to figure it out. Yet, they never do for they haven't yet.

My smirk grew once more before I quickly spit on the territory before turning away and searched for my cube. Most of them were still running towards the getaway van, some already inside. I tucked my lighter securely in my pocket before taking off into a sprint to reach the car in time once I spotted Hector starting it up and the rest getting in.

I raced towards the sleek black van, my breath scarce as my heart thumped. John slid in and held the door open for me as the van lurched forward, ready to speed off. I lunged onto the van, landing on my feet and crouched down as John let the door slam close behind me and the van sped off.

Four dead. No witnesses.

Perfect.

I smiled slightly as I quickly wiped my hands on my skin tight leather jeans, feeling a tad bit dirty from the kill. I flipped my dark hair completely to the side, over my shoulder, as I adjusted myself to the moving van.

John was sprawled against the van walls to my right and I was still currently balancing on my toes as I was crouched down in a squatting position. I placed my left palm on the dirty surface under me to support myself as I kicked my feet up quickly and sat on my bottom.

I put my hair up in a pony tail and put on my ray bands whilst Hector drove to our next spot.

West side trade center.

We have products from La Frontera in Mexico coming in and we had to inspect it before shipping it out. About 3 grand worth of coke and 5 grand worth of marijuana.

We get 60% commission while the Coyote gets 10% and seller get 30%. It's a good plan if I do say so myself. The money is very important in our situation. It pays for our home, food, transportation, and weapons. Without any of that, we're done for. Money literally made the world go 'round for us.

"what's the plan this time, Rodriguez?" Jose asked nervously from the passenger seat. I frowned deeply as his tone. I didn't permit any weak spots in my cube and everyone knew that. I sharply turned to face him and shooked my head slowly, glasses still on.

"the same as last time." I said emotionlessly, venom clear and sharp in my light voice. I pressed my lips together to form a straight firm line as I kicked an empty beer bottle near my feet away. The breaking of glass the only thing heard as a tense silence hovered in the air of the van.

"pero Ramon was shot last time" he gulped, not daring to look at me as he instead looked down. I clicked my tongue as I sat up straight and looked back at him. He nervously shifted in his seat, the seatbelt not letting him move much as he wished it had. He was fortunate enough for me to have my glasses on because the look my face currently possessed at the moment could literally kill. I was annoyed to the point that I wanted to whip out my gun and get rid of the doubt he was spreading.

But I have a deal with Jose since Juan, his brother, that I would take his younger brother in as his replacement while he does undercover work for West Side. My word is the most valued possession I had at the moment. I keep my word no matter what, everyone knew that. I wasn't about to go against it now just because this cabron wouldn't get into the game.

"Jose, get it together guey. No te pongas malo con Rodriguez." Hector hissed at him before I could speak. "Jose, get it together man. Don't get bad with Rodriguez."

I nodded curtly at Hector and sat back down, no longer pumped from our success a few minutes earlier. But one thing is for sure.. Jose has got to go.

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"PORFAVOR, TEN UN CORAZON." Don Juan screamed at me. "PLEASE, HAVE A HEART"

His leg bent in the most unnatural position thanks to me. I grinned down at him as he was on his knees, ignoring his broken leg, as he begged me for mercy. Problem was, I knew no mercy. I had no mercy.

"I'm going to ask you once more Don Juan," I said calmly, slowly. He whimpered a response as I continued. "I want you to tell me who killed my parents and I want you to tell me now."

He shook his head violently, his hands shaking as he raked them through his hair. "I-I don't know Cassandra! I w-wasn't there!"

"MIENTES!" I shouted. "LIES!"

I felt tears prick my eyes as a wave of frustration and anger washed over me. My hand automatically, completely out of my control, duck down to wrap itself around my pistol and whipped it out to hold it in front of his face. Dead set on his forehead. Thank god for my Ray Bans or he'd see the tears threatening to spill.

"One more time, Juan. That's it." I breathed out slowly, hearing the normal sound of gunshots in the distance. The trade went well, money turned in, new plans sorted out. It wasn't until mostly everyone left when I spotted a familiar face with JJ's cube. I dead remembered Don Juan because I knew him since I was a little girl in El Paso, Texas. He was a family 'friend'.

"Mija," He breathed. "Darling, I don't know.."

I bit my lip and shut my eyes closed. My finger reflexed and the gun went off. I didn't open my eyes until I heard his body hit the ground with a thump. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding until I heard footsteps. I whirled around and spotted a dark figure a few feet away. I narrowed my eyes slightly to focus on him as he shook his head. All I saw were what seemed as curly hair shake in response to his head moving. He was tall in my impression and had dark clothing on.

He suddenly looked up and jumped slightly, as if just now noticing I was there. I could clearly hear his breath getting quick and heavy due to the sudden silence of the alley we were currently located in. I bit the side of my cheek and tightened my hand around my pistol, not sure who he was or who he was with.

I killed five people today, I didn't have the slightest problem with making that six.

"Rodriguez!" I heard Martinez shouted. I turned my head to my right and saw him and Hector striding up towards me, making no gesture to the dead body lying in front of me. I turned my head back to look down at it, repulsed. I then looked up back to where I saw the man.

He was gone.