Gates of glory.... The tall black and gold gates opened with a loud screech in agony, hurting my ear drums and made my heart skip at beat for what's to come. Oddly, no matter if my fate would lead me to have a bullet in my head, I felt safe behind the gates and brick walls. The security was not your average buff guys that couldn't turn their neck, more or less men that could tear your ass a new one with their fighting skills and machine guns. Viper's home matches her luxurious taste, the old fashioned mansion with modern security, statues along the drive way and a working fountain in the middle of the yard.
The truck stopped in front of the large garage, probably holding five up to date cars that were bulletproof and what not. The doors opened, the hot tropic sun was the first to greet me with a punch to the gut and sloppy kiss on the cheek. Mexico... hot and sunny, I was already sweating from just jumping out of the truck.
"Phillis!" Viper, the country's most dangerous woman to rule the bottom half of the US and all the lands of Mexico. She stood in the terrace wearing an evening gown, chin held upward, she smiled with her eyes while still keeping her lips thin, cold, calculating, and vicious. "Do you have her!?"
Emily walked out from behind the truck, at the moment I wanted to kiss her hello and goodbye, being that my time here was limited. She had her hair tied up, showing off her beautiful features. "Aunt Viper." She didn't run to Viper like she did with Phillis at the bar. I could see her father's programming made her cautious of the woman above us, still she took slow steps to greet her aunt with open arms. The security and love spilled out in the older woman's hold, both relaxed and took in the lost years of seeing each other.
Viper whispered a few words in her ear, I couldn't make them out but it made Emily giggle. Kissing her niece's forehead, she pulled her out of the sun and left us all stranded now that she has what she wanted. I wasn't free yet. George personally dragged me inside by the arm, his tight grip showed the anger of a man who wants me dead. Get in line buddy...
The mansion held the same decor; statues of ancient room and Greek, gold and silver antics, along with a chandelier hanging over the entry way. The only time I can walk in a palace like this, being dragged to my potential death because I couldn't keep my hormones under wraps.
"Who are they?" Viper took notice of the extra guest, I wanted a few more minutes of taking the decor in before officially meeting the woman who holds my fate.
"She's the person that helped me arrive to Uncle Phillis." Emily cut in.
"Why is she being dragged in here? George, let her go, we must welcome our guest."
"Hay una situación que tenemos que discutir, hermana. con respecto a Emily y nuestro invitado." Phillis spoke softly, whatever it was, it wasn't good for us.
Viper sighed heavily and simply nod her head, "Bring them to my office, I have to catch up with my niece."
George practically dragged me to the end of the grand hall, the office door scared me before I could even glance inside the office- with the lion door knockers that held rubies as eyes. He pushed me in, Knuckles almost knocked me over if it weren't for my quick feet. "Espero que consigas lo que mereces, perra." The short fuse spat before slamming the door in our faces once another guard stepped into the office.
"What did he say?" Knuckles whispered.
"I think he just called one of us a bitch." I whispered back. "Most likely me." The office was large, basic, with nothing but a plain desk and uncomfortable chairs. I sat in one of them, the pain killers was still active and at any moment my legs would go out from under me. The wound was still raw, one wrong move the stitches would pop and I would be back to being a bleeding mess-only this time no one is going to fix me.
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Honey Trap
Action"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke o...
