His Amour

Chapter 2.

~Nothing last forever, only for a little, then it's over in a snap of your fingers~

"Ma'am, you can't possibly be serious, could you?" DeNunca says, cutting me off mid-sentence. A very important sentence at that. I turn my head slowly in the direction of his voice. Throwing daggers at him, with my eyes.

"What ever do you mean?" I whisper, my voice sharp. "This better be good, Rodriguez. Interrupting my sentence. It must be."

"Y-yes, ma'am, it is. The more I am thinking about your vengeance idea, I see minor flaws. Like the fact that it is precarious, absurd, and asinine. You are obviously not thinking as clearly as you shou-" He starts.

"Who do you think I am?! Some little child. No DeNunca, I am not. And for you to sit before me with this bullshit is a little detrimental." I say, slamming my hands down on the table, leaning towards him.

"Do you take me as some adolescent? Some fool, Rodriguez?! Because if that is your perspective of me, you can get the hell out of here!" I say, furiously, my face heated up with anger.

I tilt my head back, squeezing at the bridge of my nose.

"And that goes for every last one of you. If you do not like the way I rule my House. By all means, leave. I don't need you. It's vise versa" I say, closing my eyes.

When I open my eyes, all eyes are focused clearly on me. A look of determination clear in their eyes. From the youngest to the oldest. The least experienced to the most experienced. Something you don't always see. Determination.

"Like, I was saying. Before, I was so rudely interrupted," I say, sending a pointed look at DeNunca. "I will not sit around and let Arnaud Agustin, our enemy, continue to gain power over us. Let him disrespect us. Let him treat us like we are no competition. I will not let that happen and I be damned if I let you be okay with that!".

All of the men sit shocked before me, clearly stunned by my words.  They all nod, a serious looked etched across their faces.

"So?" Ropora asks, wanting more information, than I am handing out.

"So. I am leaving. Undercover, whether or not it is the most safest idea. Or preeminent. I will have a microphone in the inside of my ear. I will not speak as soon as messages are shot out. Its the only way I can see what he's up to. Anyone that does not agree, please speak up now, before I make this idea public," I announce.

I can tell that they all want to say something. To prevent me from leaving. To stop me from doing what I was born to do. Protecting the  House.

"As none of you have spoken up, I guess my plan is going through, yes?" I ask, my hands wrung out in the front of me.

A chorus of yes's are said around me. All nodding there head reluctantly. 

"I agree, for all of the men around the table, Miss Tuhuni" Ropora says. I nod at him and sit down in my seat, slightly turning it in circles. 

"Okay, so it's a plan. I leave at midnight" I say, testing to see how high I am on the waters.

The air around us immediately goes tense with disapproval. Disapprobation hanging tightly in the air. All the men in the room, don't object; but two.

"No way in hell, Rosaline. I wont allow it," Rodriguez and Ropora say at the same time.

"You both are quite funny, if I must say. The fact that you think I care that you wont allow it. I am no longer under your control, I am under my own," I say, picking at a callous on my hand.

"I don't give a damn who's control  you might think you are under. I am your uncle and if I say no. No, means no," Ropora says, slamming his hands down on the table, roughly.