Enough said.

❝ bomb ❞

Zonnique

I sat at the table, dark tom ford shades on and my hair down curled wildly. Being back in N.Y. felt almost surreal. I haven't been here in forever but now is strictly business. Any moment Victor will be walking through the door so we can 'talk'. I already have this plan mastered so no worries. Victor is smart but not smarter than me. I know his weaknesses, I know he wouldn't survive without his minions. Getting rid of them first may not be as easy. I looked up seeing a familiar face. It was Victor Martinez along with some guy dressed in all black. Victor's demeanor made he seem older but he's only thirty. He noticed me over by the window seat and walked over. The look on his face was priceless.

"Niña, long time no see eh?" He said with a suppressed chuckle.

"Yeah how are you?" I asked removing my sunglasses.

"Living great the usual. I guess I could say the same for you."

"Not necessarily."

His eyebrow arched. "And why is that?"

"I need your help with a situation. I know we've gone through a lot but lets not forget, I was always there for you." I said seriously.

"So you think after everything I should help you?" He chortled picking up the glass of water. I watched him sip slowly as my leg tapped vigorously under the table.

I cleared my throat. "There's something in it for you."

His facial expression changed shortly. "Go on."

"Well there's this guy, I can't remember his name. He fucked me over and I want him gone; if you know what I mean. With you helping me I'll give you twenty grand perhaps?"

"Twenty grand to help get rid of a guy?" He repeated in a skeptical tone.

I nodded and tapped my red nails on the table. "No bullshit."

"Me estás jodiendo?" Victor questioned in a stern and serious voice. When he spoke spanish, he meant business.

"No toro Victor mierda." I repeated once again.

"Quién es el chico?"

"Su nombre es uh ... Zoey. Zoey Namath, vive aquí ahora?" I played puzzled with my eyebrows furrowed.

Victor nearly froze hearing his name. Gotcha. Suddenly I felt something sharp against my leg. Glancing down I saw him holding a box cutter against me.

"Crees que me estoy tirando a estúpido, niña ¿eh?" He gritted through his teeth. He asked me did I think he was stupid.

"What are you talking about?"

He chuckled and sat back. "That Zuko kid is already dead as far as my concern."

A smirk grew over my red covered lips. "That's where you're wrong 

Señor. According to this GPS on my iPhone, he's not too far from here."

"Lie."

"Truth." I pulled out my cellphone showing him Zoey's current location- which is in New Jersey.

Victor's face grew red and irritated.

"Esa pequeña perra punk, se escapó."

"Oh so you know him?" I asked raising both eyebrows.

"I've been trying to get rid of that kid for awhile now. He managed to escape..."

"Well how about we make this a team effort and just kill the guy?"