Mrs. Scarface

Chapter Eleven

Bella's POV

We were now landing in the private airstrip I had set up in Havana. No one would know I was here. Not far from here, there was another one set up for the jet that carried me and Tony's best men. Manny was on there along with my Endrizzi.

One of my men who had flown the jet exited the cockpit to open up the door and set up the steps. He then gently took my hand and guided me down the steps where a car was waiting. Tony and Pisano followed behind.

It was 10 pm in Havana, Cuba. And tonight, Santiago Álvarez and everything he loved was going to die.

Two Hours Later

I crouched in the grass, dressed in complete murder-spree attire. My gloved hands clasped a machine gun. I was laying on the ground hidden by trees in Alvarez's backyard.

We had absolutely everything planned. We were doing this the exact night we landed and we were leaving as soon as it was done. Created less risks of things going bad.

Tony, Pisano, and all of our men were surrounding the house. We sniped security and my men slipped into their places. Álvarez had no idea.

And now, I was outside of his bedroom fucking window, watching him. He was laying on his luxurious bed sipping whiskey and watching television. I narrowed my left eye and pulled the trigger.

His glass of liquor exploded in the same moment and blood splattered onto his face as the glass cut his hand. The look on his face made me smile wickedly. Absolute, complete and utter shock.

That's when he dashed over to his closet where I knew he would ammo up with guns. I got
up from the ground and sprinted to his front door. I opened it as it was already unlocked and my men followed me inside in a straight line.

They formed a circle in the foyer with all of their guns aimed at Álvarez's bedroom door.

The door flew open and a disheveled Álvarez stopped in his tracks.

Santiago Álvarez was a handsome, young, Cuban man with chocolate brown hair. I smiled at him tauntingly.

"You." He whispered, dropping his guns, realizing there were no chances and pointing at me with his finger.

"You are good." He finished with a smile. I stared back at him and lifted my machine gun to rest on my shoulder as I began slowly pacing his foyer.

"You really didn't know who you started war with, chico. Very bad mistake." I said to him.

"I see now that it was." He admitted and casually sat down on his steps.

That's when I grew deadly angry. "What you fucking did to my bestfriend." I spat and despite the facade, I knew he was nervous with my anger.

"That girl has been through more than you know." I continued. "And you did it all for Frank Lopez, how sad."

"Frank was like a brother to me here in Cuba. It had to be done. Now, go on with your move." Álvarez said.

I admitted mentally that I had some respect for him. But that didn't change the fact that this fucker had a hole put in my arm and harmed Lulu.

I promised her a certain death for him and I was going to keep my promise.

Tony and Pisano finally entered the house as I slowly began to climb the steps. Álvarez swallowed hard and waited in his spot.

Before I could reach him, in a swift movement he reached back to grab one of his guns. He then kicked my gun out of my hands and put me into a headlock with a handgun to my head.

"Fanculo, you stupid motherfucker." I spat. He tightened his grip causing me to gag.

"I got a gun to your head right now, puta, don't get ahead of yourself." He replied.

That's when a small smile grew on my face as my men began shouting warnings to Álvarez, and Tony's eyes met mine from beside the stairwell where he and Pisano were standing, out of Álvarez's view.

Fuck anger, Tony had absolute death in his eyes, and I nodded at him. His hands then flew up, he squinted his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

Tony's bullet went straight through the side of Álvarez's leg and he collapsed with a cry of pain. In the same moment I ripped my knife out of its holster and jammed it into Álvarez's neck before his body could even reach the ground.

I sat alone outside of Santiago Álvarez's mansion smoking a cigarette. Only speaking his name would bring him into existence now. We had wiped out him and everyone he ever knew. That would make a pretty big impact on Cuba's crime. He was one of the biggest drug tenders here.

But I knew no one would retaliate him after we murdered him and his people without a trace. No one was bigger than me and the thought made me smile. I did this shit on my own.

"Lion.." I heard from behind me. "Pisano wanted me to tell you it's time to go." Tony informed me.

I sighed and stood up, putting out my cigarette. I reached up to take down my hair when Tony's voice stopped me.

"Wait." He said. "Let me do it."

I smiled and put down my arms as an invitation. He walked over to me and reached up to undo my hair. My curls then cascaded down my face until they reached below my waist.

Tony reached out to brush the curls away from my eyes. "I'll never get over how you look when you let your hair down." He whispered and leaned in to kiss me.