𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

II. Family visits

It was two in the afternoon as I made my way past his bed and to the windows ripping the curtains open, the sun breaking in through the darkness, Ah fresh air.

The room was filled with smoke and alcohol, Typical.

He stirs slightly burying his face deeper in the pillow,

"Get out." It came out muffled making me roll my eyes as I drop beside him on the bed.

"It's 2 p.m. get the fuck up, puta." This earned me a glare as he moved his head to the side to look at me from the corner of his eyes making me smirk back.

"What do you want from me? Don't you have an empire to run now?" He mumbled turning on his side giving me a view of his back. Very masculine back.

"No, not yet, I still gotta learn things you know." He hums but I know he already began to fall back to sleep, "C'mon I've been in meetings all morning I have no patience left for your lazy ass."

"Mateo, wake up." With a groan he sits up after I took the covers away from him making chilly air hit his half naked body.

"I hate you." He says as he reaches over the nightstand, opening the drawer he takes out his pack of cigarettes pulling one out resting it between his lips.

"Love you too." Resisting a smile, he lights up the cigarette taking a long smoke, stretching his arms for a second, "Stop smoking first thing in the morning, it's bad enough that you smoke."

"Ok, mom." His tone drips with sarcasm as he gets up putting on his sweatpants before abandoning his cigarette and heading for the bathroom.

Luckily for him he closed the door a second before the pillow made a contact with his handsome face.

Hearing his chuckle from inside I made my way to his closet and walked in scanning his rows and cabinets full of clothes, he probably owned as much clothes as me, taking out a shirt and black jeans I reached for his special Jordan section, he had way too many pairs, I shake my head before taking out his favorite white ones and walking back into the room placing them on his bed.

Don't you have an empire to run now? His voice rang in my ears over and over. It's time, Mi Rosa.

With a deep sigh I stepped in the balcony feeling the daytime breeze moving my curls around. NYC was beautiful this time of year and the Rivera estate looked over a unique part of the city.

I'm stepping down and you'll take my place.

This. This is what I was raised my whole life to become, every step and every action I took was a preparation for this moment. My father always told me this is your duty, as I grew up he made sure I was given all the lessons I needed, self-defense, Material arts and shooting practice because they won't be ruled by someone who can't defend them, even my college major was a step in learning how to manage the business.

I was bound to be the queen. The first queen. We know it won't be easy, they won't accept it. But I was determined to make it happen.

"Whenever you stare off in the distance, I can only picture you killing someone in your head." With a roll of my eyes I turn to look at Mateo leaning on the railing by my side, already changed in his clothes.

"Suck my dick." His lip formed into a smirk. An evil one.

"If auntie Monica heard that she'd be very disappointed, little lady." I purse my lips resisting a smile as we make our way out his room,

"So where are we going?" Mateo asks walking down the stairs.

"The port." I reply glancing at his puzzled face, "There's a shipment arriving at three."