Your Wife

Chapter 4

Alejandro dropped me off at the room I was stating at.

"I'm sorry about El Jefe. He's a bit intense." Alejandro sympathized.

"It's fine. I guess I have to join him or die right?" I asked even though I knew the answer. Alejandro nodded sadly.

"Well, I should go. Hasta mañana," he waved bye and I held my tongue.

What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.

I used to be a college student struggling with money. Now I'm the step-daughter of a notorious gang leader?

I need sleep.

I took my dress off only to reveal a bra and underwear. There were no more clothes in sight so I just slipped under the sheets and slept.

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I don't remember waking up, but I must have because I was in a different location. I was in a car. My eyes darted open and nervousness set in. Where was I?

I looked around and all I could see was black. The car stopped and I saw light. I was grabbed out and pulled along into a warehouse. I was sat in a chair and my hands were tied. I was too weak to move. What was going on?

Someone moved in front of me. It was a guy, with short black hair and a beard.

"Hola, Milah," he winked at me. "¿Te hablas Español?" He asked.

I couldn't blow my cover.

"What?" I asked.

"Ay, calláte. Yo sé que hablas Español. No juegues." He looked at me sternly.

"Okay, yo hablo Español." To be honest, I was scared. The people here were a lot rougher than the Rosa Mafia. I could easily die.

"¡Parar! ¡Parar!" Someone yelled. Marco emerged from the shadows. I was very confused.

"Mija, I didn't know you spoke Spanish." He looked angry.

"Uh...." I had not idea what was going on.

"You lied," he sighed and massaged his temples. "This was a test. To see if you were cut out to be a spy. Obviously we have some work to do, mierda."

I glared at him.

"Alejandro, take her away. I don't want her in my sight." Marco walked off and Alejandro untied me. I raised my fist to his face, but he caught my arm before I could punch him. He didn't say anything. And led me to the car.

"What the fuck?" I asked him. He just looked at me.

"A test? Really? I didn't choose this life." I sat back in the seat and crossed my arms. Then I noticed i was partially naked. I only had my bra and underwear on.

Shit.

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I woke up in my bed this time and the sun was shining through the open windows. Lucía stood and the edge of my bed, and it would have scared me if, but i learned to expect the unexpected in this gang.

"Why did you lie, mija?" Lucía asked. I wiped my eye. She was referring to my Spanish speaking.

"I...I don't know." I lied. She just nodded and handed me and outfit.

"Get dressed. You're meeting Marco for brunch." She threw the clothes on the bed and left coldly.

I quickly took a shower and got dressed. Alejandro entered the room. We walked down to one of the many BMW's this mafia owned.

We drove for only 30 minutes and I stayed silent the whole way. What was Marco planning for me?

We walked into a lavish building, with 3 security guards behind me. They led me up a flight of stairs to an empty balcony where Marco sat, looking above the city.

His city.

I sat in the chair across from him, food scattered around the table. He gestured for me to eat, but I refused. I didn't want any of this.

"Do you know why I called you here?" He asked, still looking at the sea.

"Is it because I lied?" I asked back.

"No," he chuckled and finally turned to me. "I found that quite impressive. You're good under pressure and very secretive."

I eyed him. What was he getting at?

"I can see it in your eyes." He scooted closer to me. "You want something more. No. You need something more."

"I don't want this life." I said in all honesty.

"Milah, we've been watching you do the same thing over and over for a year..." he said.

"You've been watching me?" I asked, stunned.

"Yes, I needed to know what kind of person I was excepting into my gang." He said.

He looked back off into the distance and I took a sip of the mimosa offered to me.

"Now, you must be wondering why you are here and what I can use you for." He turned back to me with a devilish expression. "Because everyone in my family has a role, and I will not let you sit idly by."

I look at him from over the glass.

"You're going to be a spy for me." He said.

I almost choked. A spy? He had me all wrong. I was terrible under pressure and I wasn't made to be someone else for a living.

"What—" I croaked.

"Let me finish." Marco said rudely. "You will be a spy to our rival gang, the Snakes. We've killed one of their members without them knowing, and you will act as his girlfriend. His name was José. The Snakes are having a conference in Mexico City and you will be filling in for his place there."

He folded his hands.

"Your name will be Maria Venis. You are from Spain and you are 25 years old. I trust that is all the information you need." He leaned back in his chair, awaiting my response.

I suddenly had the guts to retort him. "And what the fuck makes you think I will do this for you?"

Suddenly, cold metal was at my head and I knew it was a gun. My eyes went wide at Marco who was calm.

"It would be a shame for me to tell Lucía her precious daughter was mysteriously killed." His lips lifted up into a smirk.

"Fine." I said, defeated. The gun was put away.

"Good girl. Give me your hand." He said and without hesitation I gave it to him. I knew better than to test him. A knife sliced across my palm and he did the same to his. He shook my hand, our hands dripping in blood.

"This is a blood pact. If you break it....well...let's just say your head will be my next trophy."