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The Secret

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             I strung out a groan as I slowly opened my eyes while my hand reached up to rub my aching neck. After my eyes adjusted to the burning light streaming through the windows, I looked around with my brows furrowed, wondering what the hell I was doing on the floor.

Blinking hard twice, I sat up and peered around the room looking for the woman I called mi angelita. There was an eerie silence that lingered along the unpainted walls. I got to my feet and slipped into my underpants, a smirk coming to my face at the pleasant thoughts of last night. The image of her legs wrapped around my waist and her forehead glistening in sweat instantly took over my mind. I once told her she had a sweet pussy and I wasn't wrong. It might have been the hatred we had burning inside us, but the sex was always good. Always fucking good.

But I digress.

Strutting into the kitchen, I searched for food - an impossible task, I thought, given that no one would've been here for a while. I managed to find a small ounce of orange juice - spoilt - and a box of crackers. Did they even eat?

As I shut the fridge door, leaving the contents where they were, the front door opened. In walked mi angelita with a large brown bag under her arm. She had the nerve to wear my sunglasses, I noticed, as she removed them and tucked them into her black top while she walked.

"You know," I started, looking straight at her as I watched her place the brown bag on the counter to remove her leather jacket. "one day I'll kill you for leaving me in a strange place."

She stared right back at me.

"I went out to get food," was her protest, "but you could starve to death for all I care."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I walked towards her.

"Smart mouth," I said as I smacked her ass before strutting to the living room. "One day I'll put it to good use."

I didn't have to turn around to know she was glaring at me. I'd heard plenty of stories from the guys about what she did to Grant. Can't say that the bastard didn't deserve it. There was a certain way to train women and using the inferno drug on her was not one of them. We all knew the damn drug was a brutal one. I should've killed him for what he did to mi angelita. She was mine. Mine to torture, mine to tease.

Mine.

"Yours in here," I heard her say. I threw on my shirt and walked back over.

"Look at you, being a good little housewife," I purred, taking a bite from the hamburger. I couldn't remember the last time I had one of these.

"Don't make me sink this knife into you," she warned, pointing the knife at me. I let out a throaty laugh.

"Who eats a hamburger with a knife?"

"Someone who sits beside a killer," she snapped back playfully.

"More like someone who's a knife maniac," I retorted.

She opened her mouth to make a quick comeback, but there was a knock on the front door. It's like everything froze. We both stared at each other, surprised at the polite intrusion.

"Were you followed?" I whispered, narrowing my eyes at her.

"No," she simply said, but I could see the wheels turning in her head wondering who it could possibly be. She rose from her seat and started walking towards the door. I grabbed her by her forearm before she got too far.