Reinas of the Mafia

"Didn't your mother ever tell you smoking is bad for you?" Carillo asks, leaning against the balcony railing. I scoff after blowing out the smoke into the night breeze.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to mind your own fucking business?" I take another drag before dropping the cigarette on the concrete and putting it out with the sole of my high heels. I'm not interested in making small talk with this cocky child, so I turn to walk back inside but he cages me in against the railing with his heavily tattooed arms. His face is uncomfortably close to mine as he leans in with a warning glare.
"I wouldn't take that tone with me if I were you," he smirks and whispers the next part so nobody could hear, not like there was anyone around to hear anyways. "Unless you want me to show you who's in charge, right out here for anyone to see." I scoff and lean in to whisper a thought of my own in his ear.
"I wouldn't get too close to me if I were you..." the pause is only for dramatic effect, but the next part catches him off guard. "I'm more interested in fucking your sister than fucking you." He stands there in awe, clenching his jaw as the sound of my heels retreating back into the house are the last thing he hears from me tonight.