I sat in my empty, plain room alone basking it my own presence. As I grew it seems I've been doing more things..alone. I didn't mind it but, all I could do was think of Santino and how much I missed him. We left things at a bad place, it didn't sit well with me. But I don't know if I could contain my anger either.
I stand up and walk into my bathroom flicking the light on, I prepare myself for the day unable to
Lift my eyes to the mirror and take a good look at myself. Im going on 19 year old know and I'm not at all where I thought I'd be. I wash my face and brush my teeth, throw on some clothes and grab a gun to put in my waist band, before I do I check the clip to make sure it's full.
If you told me that I'd be pregnant, and a full fledge Santo's I'd laugh at you.
As of right now no one knows I'm pregnant and I know that it's better for it to stay that way. My family already hates Santino with a passion, if they found this out they might kill him... Hell, they might kill me. I exhale deeply pausing with my hand hovering over the door knob, with one thought making my hand squeeze the knob. Is any of this worth it? I let the question go out of fear of were it would take my thoughts. Of course I believed Santino was worth it but, the lingering thought of how now matter how far I run my family is always at the finish line waiting on me, plagued my mind. I love my family and I love Santino but this life, drugs, guns and money always gets somebody hurt. There's always going to be something to fight about, and I didn't want to be apart of it. And I had a plan to get out.
I open the door begrudgingly heading to my father and I's shared office, to where he was waiting on me at the desk looking over fake documents.
"Llegas tarde" he says without looking up. I stop myself from rolling my eyes and take a seat ignoring the statement. My father and I had always been close before I met Santino, but it all changed and now we seemed to be the opposite.
"Whatever" I say holding back from saying what I really want to say. He had found my so called "mother" and she was around but I avoided her with all costs , because I knew she wanted to talk, of course I didn't want to speak to her at all.
"There's a shipment coming in at 2am today." He says sliding the papers to me before folding his hands neatly on the table. "It's not the normal procedure tonight. The FBI are sniffing around in our usual areas, so we're falling back to plan BETA"
I say nothing and snatch the papers off the desk and turn on my heal walking out. I get in the car with
Pedro and Ali their jobs were to watch me and make sure I don't run away. I hate. Them. With. A. Fucking. Passion. I sat quietly tuning out their words, it was only 12 which meant there was a long day of work ahead of us. These days all I've felt is boiling rage up under my skin like hot lava. So in oder to play it cool I have to take things slow.
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"It's premium, the new stuff" Rafael presents his product opening the case of cocain. I watch his behavior carefully, Rafael was a trusted supplier but I knew if he got a better offer he'd jump at it.
"How much is the does it go for the usual" I ask already knowing to please him and keep his loyalty I'd have to pay triple.
He chuckles, "always straight to the point huh Queenie-"
"Don't call me that." I deadpan.
"Okay" he says holding his hands up. He lets his hands drop and a serious look slides on his face. "25 mil"
"Do you think this is a game?" I say my hand easily sliding to my gun in my waistband.
"Oh common pretty girls like you shouldn't play with guns"
"Oh" I cover my mouth feigning surprise, " I shouldn't?" I slowly inch closer to him holding his eye contact. "What should I do then?" I say leaning in as he falls for my favorite kind of kisses. I pulled my gun out by the barrel and swing it at his face as he leans in to meet me. He shouts as he falls back holding his face in his hands. I grip his hair and deliver a series of punches to the kiss my gun gave him.
"Fuck! What the fuck!" He yells when I throw him to the ground.
"Don't disrespect me." I point the gun right between his eyes. "Now I'll ask again." I tilt my head as I look down at him, "Do. You. Think. This is a game?"
Don't hate me y'all 😭😂 but I had to end it here. Where do y'all think this is finna go?
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RomansaI angled my neck to look up at him. "What?" I said in disbelief. I had to have heard him wrong. He licked his lips before he spoke."I said. You're mine" the finality in his voice almost made me stop arguing. Almost. He pulled me closer to him an...
