Rosalinda Garcia Shelby is the daughter of two of the most dangerous mobsters of all time. Her mother Gloria Garcia "La Diosa De La Muerte", is the leader of the notorious Cuban Mafia, the "Serpientes Santos". Her father is the great Seamus Shelby...
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"Don't look like no psychopath to me." Billy commented as we all stared at the tied up boy that sat before us with a bag over his head.
I stood beside Maria, my eyes scanning the tattoo of the Cuban flag that was imprinted on my forearm.
"Can't judge a book by its cover." Saya said icily, her brown eyes glaring into the boy's figure.
"Cálmate, hermana." I chuckled at my badass friend. "Your intensity is going to scare him away."
"You may not be able to judge a book by its cover, but you can judge one by its smell." Billy said with a shrug as he sauntered over to the boy and ripped the bag off of our guest's head.
Marcus winced, probably due to the sudden exposure to the bright lights. He stayed silent, but gave us each a wary look.
"He's cute." Maria stated from beside me with a flirty smirk that matched my own.
"Eso es una grande subestimación." I hummed, biting my lip as my brown eyes raked over the new kid's frame. "Could use a shower though."
"Yeah, total 'Hobo Fancy' cover boy material." Billy mocked in a high pitched voice, making me let out an amused snort.
"Don't worry, Cariño, you're still my number one." I joked, sending Billy a teasing wink.
"I'm relieved, my beautiful Cuban flower." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes at the nickname.
"Rosa, Billy, focus please." Saya scolded us with an irritated sigh.
"What you say, Mad Dog? You the psycho that did the boys' home massacre?" Willie asked bluntly, making me reach behind Saya to slap his arm.
"Tact." I growled at the British boy with a shake of my head.
"Pretty tough, barking at a guy tied to a chair." Marcus sassed, tugging at his bindings to prove his point.
My smirk grew into an amused grin, as I thought, 'damn, this guy's got some cojones on him'.
"Untie this punk–ass bitch!" Willie snapped, once again my eyes rolling.
"Calm your shit, Willie. You're making yourself look stupider than usual." I huffed sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips.
"Shut up, Rosa."
"I'll untie him, but my bet is on 'Hepatitis Harry' and Ro, double–teaming and kicking your ass." Billy said as he approached Marcus.
"Forgive my students." Master Lin's voice cut through the conversation as he entered the room. "They forget that viciousness serves only to make them look weak."
Always one for dramatics.
"Rosalinda, if you'd be so kind." Lin addressed me and I replied with a nod of understanding.
I approached Marcus, unsheathing my Chinese ring daggers, and twirling them in my hands. I rolled my eyes, when the Arguello boy gave me a raised eyebrow in questioning.
"Hold still, hermoso, unless you want to lose a hand." I chuckled with a smirk, before cutting the ropes with a single swipe.
I threw the curly haired boy a flirtatious wink as I made my way back to Maria's side.
"¿Te das cuenta de que él no dejará de mirar a tu culo, bien?" Maria whispered to me with a smirk and a chuckle.
"Sí." I snickered with a mischievous grin. "¿Por qué crees que argegué el balanceo de cadera extra?"
"You little minx! I've taught you so well!" She quietly cheered, as Lin started talking again.
"Marcus, are you satisfied with your life?"
"Me?" The boy in question snorted, before answering sarcastically. "Yeah, I eat trash and I sleep in piss. Everything according to plan."
"Speak to Master Lin with respect!" Saya hissed, taking an angry step forward.
Before she could attack Marcus, I placed my hands on Saya's shoulders and dragged her back. "Woah there, hermana! Deep breaths, remember?"
She sent me an unamused glare when I started to demonstrate the act, to which I simply replied with an innocent smile.
"Master Lin can eat my shit." Marcus quipped back wittily, ignoring that I'd said anything. "Who the hell are you people?"
"What's important is that we know who you are, Marcus. And that we know what you've done. You're a killer. Few value this particular proficiency, but I do. What if I told you there's a home for people like you? A school where you'd be surrounded by your peers."
I rolled my eyes at Master Lin's words. As if that didn't make us seem like a completely different type of sketchy that we already are.
"Only what? I dress up like a Viking so you can take 'tasteful' pictures?" Marcus scoffed, making me let out an amused snort.
"What?! He's funny!" I defended myself, when I'd received unamused glares from my classmates and headmaster. The Arguello boy shot me a wink and a small smile.
"Later, asshole." Marcus muttered as he shoulder checked Willie and left.
A long moment of silence passed, as we waited for someone to say something. Surprisingly enough, the silence was broken by Willie.
"That son of a bitch stole my wallet!"
To which I replied the only way that I ever do, when something bad happens to Willie.
