Three Dark Queens

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Being Smart

Quinn's Point of View

The ride back to our warehouse was a quiet one. I sat tucked between James and Teresa with my knees under my chin trying to get my head to stop pounding. It felt like a lightening storm was taking place in my head. James slowed the truck and stopped at a red light.

"Can you roll your window down, please?" I asked him, feeling nauseated.

James didn't object and cracked his window. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. It was quick and discreet. I don't think he noticed I noticed him looking at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I just have a headache."

"Lean on me. Rest your eyes. See if that helps." Teresa said as she rubbed my shoulder gently and put her arm around me. I rested my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes hoping it would make the pain subside.

James continued to drive, causing cool air to rush through his window. It felt soothing on my skin.

"What will they do to him? To Lucien?" Teresa asked James, breaking the silence. I kept my eyes closed not wanting to see James' face. It didn't dawn on me until now they would do anything to him. I mean deep down I knew something was going to happen, but what I wasn't sure of.

The asshole stole. Well tried to steal. It's not like they could turn him into the police. Guero always said the cartel handles their own shit. I guess that meant they were judge, jury and executioner...

"It's already done." James replied, as if he were giving Teresa the weather.

"This isn't the way back to the warehouse. Where are we going?" Teresa questioned aloud, causing me to open my eyes again. If we weren't going back to the warehouse where the hell was he taking us?

I wasn't letting my guard down, even though for some weird unexplainable reason I did feel safe in James presence. He still worked for Camila and that still meant he couldn't be fully trusted.

"Camila wants to speak with you two. We're heading to her club." James explained.

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We arrived at Camila's club twenty minutes later. It was a huge building with an upper and lower level that was decked out in colorful Christmas lights. I bet it looked beautiful lit up at night. James shut off the engine to the truck and climbed out, Teresa and I followed suit. James grabbed the suitcase full of money out of the backseat and slammed the door shut.

"Follow me." He said over his shoulder as he started walking up a flight of wooden stairs.

Teresa and I followed James inside the club. From the outside I didn't expect it to look as luxurious as it was on the inside. It was spacious with the bar in the middle of the club. Cocktail tables and bar stools filled some of the space around the bar, leaving room for dancing. Giant horse carousel's were along the far wall for decoration. The black and red color scheme of the place gave it a very dark and sultry feel.

James lead us down into bar area, but disappeared behind a door leaving us alone.

"Teresa, Quinn, come join me." We heard Camila's voice before we saw her sitting at a table.

We approached her and sat down at the table with her. Camila looked like a queen presiding over her subjects. She sat in her barstool completely laid back and seemingly bored with our presence.