Your Wife

Chapter 3

The time had come for me to meet my step-father, Marco Rosa, leader of the Rosa Mafia. I took one last look in the mirror.

I wore a tight red dress that was simple and black heels. I never knew how to walk in heels. I had let my curly hair just flow.

A knock on the door sounded and in came the sexy guard.

"Ready, Milah?" He asked. He wore the same black uniform from when he kidnapped me.

I nodded and walked outside with him.

"I never got your name." I said as we reached the elevator.

"It's Alejandro but everyone calls me Ale," he said with a thick Mexican accent. I nodded. The elevator reached the basement floor. I couldn't help my heart beating. We walked out to the basement which was basically a storage room. Crates and boxes lined the walls giving little room to walk.

A huge set of gold doors was in our path. Alejandro opened it to reveal a huge room with a fire place and a large desk in the middle.

There sat Marco Rosa and his wife by his side.

Alejandro directed me to a seat in front of the desk then took his place on the other side of Marco.

The man looked young, like he was in his 40s. His hair was black with some gray and he had a goatee. He looked...sinister.

"Mija," he spoke in a raspy voice. I wanted to say, No soy tu hija, but I needed to keep my cover.

"You're beautiful. You look just like your mother." He smiled up at his wife. They seemed in love. Like psychopaths.

"I know you must be confused. But my wife wanted to find you, so we tracked you down."

"What is your purpose with me?" I said. God, I'm a fucking idiot. Why would I talk like that to a gang leader? I could get myself killed.

"Oh, feisty. She really does take after you, amor," he says to his wife.

He stands up and approaches me. My natural instinct is to back away, but I fight it.

"I want you apart of the family business." He cups his hands together.

"Drugs?" I ask.

"Well, yes." He laughs and it makes me shutter. This man has killed people. And he can laugh about it.

"You will also be a spy," he says. i'm taken aback. A spy? I am not cut out for that.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rosa. But I'm not cut out for this. I can't do this. I just want to go home." I was pathetic. Crying in front of a gang leader.

He slammed his fist on the table and it startled me and Lucía.

"No Rosa is going to be a coward! You will do as I say or you will get killed." Just then, I felt a cold metal to my throat. A guard had put a gun on me. That's when it all settled in. I could very well die if I didn't conform to what Marco says. I had two choices.

Die or live to become a spy for the Mexican Mafia.

I chose the latter.