La Arquitecta

Chapter 46

With no Smackdown live event the night after Extreme Rules, the cartel crew had booked themselves into a hotel for the night instead of spending it on the bus. Seth had promised Zelina that he would order them a nice room service meal while they cosied up in bed to watch Raw. Although she had reacted appreciatively to the offer, he could tell that something was wrong. Whatever it was had been lingering all day, yet on each occasion when he had asked what was up, she had insisted that nothing was. After a full day of it, Seth had had enough, and decided to tackle the subject before their meal arrived or Raw started.

"Okay, I need you to tell me what's wrong," he said, trying his best not to sound irritated, and not really succeeding.

"Nothing. I keep telling you," she replied, almost snapping at him.

"I know that's what you keep telling me. But I know you. I know when you're mad about something. You don't conceal it anything like as well as you think you do. So, whatever I've done, just tell me. We need to be able to talk about stuff, Zelina."

"It's not you," Zelina sighed. "You've not done anything wrong."

"So what is it then? Did someone say something to you last night, about us? If so, you should have told me straight away."

"I didn't want to talk about it," she said grumpily, keeping her eyes on the TV.

"So someone did say something," Seth read between the lines. "Who was it?"

"Fucking Banks," Zelina spat, her temper flaring at the memory. "She was lucky I didn't knock her the fuck out."

"Woah," Seth said, taken aback. He hadn't heard her speak with that kind of aggression before. "What did she say to you?"

"I'm sure you can imagine," she said heatedly, still not looking at him. "That I'm sleeping my way to the top by getting with you. She said I suck in the ring, so I'm going about it a different way. Fucking bitch. I told her it was rich being told I can't wrestle by her when she injures everyone she gets in a ring with. She squared up to me, and I was so close to splattering her nose all over her face."

"Okay, don't let her get you that worked up," Seth said cautiously, still surprised by the new aggressive side of her that he was seeing for the first time. "You can't hit someone at work."

"I know, that's why I didn't. But if she had spoken to me like that anywhere else I'd have banged her out. She wouldn't be the first bitch I've dropped."

"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Part of him just had to be intrigued.

Zelina sighed, realising that she was getting worked up in front of her man, and not presenting an attractive image of herself. "In the neighbourhood I grew up in, you learned to defend yourself if you had to. I got into fights with other girls a few times. One time, some bitch accused me of sleeping with her boyfriend, which I didn't by the way. The guy was a slime ball. Anyway, she slapped me, so I smacked her in the face. She dropped like a stone. Banks is lucky she didn't go the same way last night."

"I'm glad you just about kept your cool, muñeca. You would only get yourself in trouble if you hit her."

"Yeah, I know. But she read me correctly and realised I was seriously close to swinging for her. She soon backed off. I should have known if anyone was going to come with an attitude, it would be her."

"It's not the first time I've heard of people having problems with Sasha," Seth agreed. "My advice is don't have any more to do with her than you have to, and if she says anything to try and bait you, just ignore her. Hopefully you sent the message clearly enough that she ought to stay out of your face."