Your Wife

Chapter 2

I was pushed out of the car and onto a plane, I could tell from the sounds. I was still blinded by the mask.

It must have been 4 hours when we reached our destination. I was escorted off a plane and into a building. When we reached where we needed to be, the mask came off.

I was in an elegant hotel room covered in gold decorations. A woman in a chair sat in the middle of the room and I was facing her.

She was tan, and her face had slight wrinkles to it. She had long, dark curly locks and a red lip.

She looked like me.

I turned my head to see two guards with guns standing at the door, their masks on. Better to not try anything.

"Mirame," the lady said. Her voice was powerful.

I turned around, acting confused. I had to act like I didn't know Spanish.

"Tell me your name," the lady demanded. She folded her legs and waited for my answer. "Don't lie to me." She gave me a stern, bitch look.

I was already in too deep. These people probably knew everything about me anyways.

"Milah Holmes." I said calmly. Even though I wasn't.

"Milah..." The woman stood. "My name is Lucía. Do you know who gave you that name?" She circled around me, observing everything about me. I tried to remain steady.

"..Uh no..." I quivered.

"I did." She breathed in and faced me.

"What?" I retorted. I instantly regretted it. She had two guards with big ass guns at the door.

She could kill me instantly.

"Milah, I am your mother." She looked me in my eye.

I didn't know what to say.

"Let me explain," she said and sat in her chair. She waved her hand and a chair was brought behind me by a guard.

"Sit." She stated more than offered. I sat down.

"Milah, I had you at 19. I wasn't ready for a kid. So I gave you to this nice family that lived in the suburbs, not the hood like me." She twisted her hand in her hair. I do the same thing when I'm nervous.

"I tracked you down for years, because I regret what I did. And I finally found you." She smirked.

I was still at a loss for words.

"I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to trust me." She approached me.

I looked up in her eyes.

"Okay." I said as calmly as possible. If I was going to get out of here, I needed all her trust. So she won't expect anything of me.

"Okay," she repeated. She looked relieved.

"I am the wife to Marco Rosa." She said.

Oh. My. God. I heard of Marco Rosa in the news. He's a gang leader, the biggest in Mexico. It's called the Rosa Mafia. He's known for exporting thousands of tons of cocaine throughout the world and illegally selling silver. So that must mean I'm in Mexico. 2,000 miles away from home.

"You've heard of him I see." She smirked at my facial expression. I quickly changed it.

"I have a son. His name is Dane." As if on queue, a young man walked in. He looked 16, and he closely resembled his mother with dark hair and tan skin.

"Is he my..." I trailed off. I didn't want to seem rude.

"He's your half-brother. You have a different father. Who, unfortunately, is the leader of our rival gang, the Snakes." She sighed and sent Dane off.

"Milah, I know this is a lot to take in. I want you to process it all. I'm going to leave you in here for a few hours then you will be meeting your step-father, Marco. I've brought a dress for you to change in so you can look more....presentable." She eyed the clothes that i was wearing.

Well, fuck you because you kidnapped me in my pajamas.

She left the room and the guards stayed. Fuck. I couldn't escape. I walked to the balcony and was awed by the view. We were along the beach and it overlooked the big, beautiful, blue ocean. I had never seen the ocean, living in Toronto and all.

I walked back inside. A familiar face was at the huge doors.

"Hola, Miss Milah. I hope your flight was nice." It was the sexy guard from earlier. He had the nerve to be friendly with me.

"So are we acting like you didn't just kidnap me?" I said. I had a fire in me that was just ready to explode.

He chuckled and his straight white teeth showed. "Well, you did try to attack one of my men." He stood at the door hands behind his back.

I walked closer to him.

"Self defense." I lifted my eyebrow in a playful manner. I noticed our height difference. He looked about 6'3" and I was only 5'4".

"I apologize for how rough your transition has been, then." He smiled. Then he nodded to his men.

"Quiero ella quedar aquí hasta El Jefe está lista." The guards nodded and he left. I just acted like I didn't understand what he was saying. Even though I heard every word.

And I hadn't even gotten his name.