“Ah, ah, ah Chica. You do not make the rules around here. Understand? I have so many questions for you so we will be here a while, take a seat,” he demands.
No fucking way.
“How long have you been here?” I ask, not moving an inch.
“I’ve waited rather patiently for you for the past half an hour, now sit,” he growls, but I still refuse to move.
“You have about ten minutes before this quickly turns against you. I’m going to be polite and offer you to ask me five questions, then you can either leave or be forced out. It’s your choice.”
He thinks I’m calling his bluff. Let him fucking come at me.
“Is that so little moon?”
“It is, so would you like to start with question number one?”
I offer, but he just cackles like this is all a joke.
“Fuck Chica. You have some balls I’ll give you that,” he leers at me. “Fine. I’ll play along.”
He taps his chin considering what to ask, and I pray I’m not wrong here. I look to Roman and the fury is evident in every breath he takes. I think I’ve made it worse by showing up.
“Six months ago, you stole a pouch of blood diamonds, I need details on that trade.” He demands.
I run what he’s saying through my mind and I remember it clearly. It is obviously linked to Featherstone somehow, and if I want to survive this moment I’ll happily give him the details.
“I stole the pouch from a vault in a small-town bank about forty minutes outside of New York and dropped them at a locker set up in Boston,” I answer honestly, and he can tell it’s the truth.
“I’m going to need the exact address of the drop off,” he warns, and I just nod in response.
“Now would you like to tell me how you are alive? Do you remember me?”
Remember him? The fuck?
Shit. I really need to grow some big fucking ovaries and open my mind to the past because I’m caught off guard now.
“I have no recollection of you and any reason why you would assume I was dead.” I give him the truth again, and it just makes him mad that I haven’t got all the answers.
“Not good enough little moon. I see you and Roman are cozy again, just like when you were children. Two peas in a pod wreaking havoc all around you. You can’t tell me you remember him but not me Chica, I don’t buy it,” he yells, as he raises his gun toward Roman as a threat.
What the fuck does he mean? I didn’t know Roman before I came here. Someone would have told me that I’m sure of it, but the look on Romans face tells me a different story.
I knew him? From the time in my life I’m too scared to remember?
He knew me and didn’t say a single word?
Every ounce of trust I had begun to place in him was gone, evaporated. I feel my emotions shutting down, and my walls building back up in an instant. The look in Roman’s eyes tells me he sees the shift.
“Where did the fire in your eyes just go, little moon?” Rico asks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, void of any emotion. Which just makes Rico snicker.
“Although I’m surprised you’ve allowed my bastard son into the fucking mix. The bloodline agreement was always for you to unite with Roman and West to solidify your names. Had I known mine was up for discussion, I’d have brought Parker home sooner,” he mocks.
He’s giving me too much information I’m not aware of whilst pointing a gun around. A bloodline agreement? I can’t fucking deal with this right now.
“I’m going to need you to agree to my way of business, or I’m going to have to off you, and your lover boy too.”
“That’d be a hard no from me, but thanks,” I respond as I hear it.
The one, two tap.
Seconds later the door is busted open and the room gets a whole lot more crowded. Six men walk in that I’ve never seen before followed by … my grandmother.
Holy fuck.
“Rico, explain to me why I shouldn’t just kill you right now?” her voice booms around the room, like she isn’t the oldest one in here.
“Maria, how nice to see you. How did you know we were here?”
“It seems my granddaughter picked up technology just like her father did. You want to explain to him dear or shall I?” she asks as she meets my eyes, winking, and the pride I see there nearly brings me to my knees.
Gun still raised at a very confused Rico, I clear my throat.
“Well I’m a little obsessed with security. So no matter where I am I always set up my own. It’s a closed circuit which has never been breached or detected by scanners,” I say, making sure not to glance where it is.
“I set up facial recognition telling it who is and isn’t safe in my space. Unfortunately for you, you’re not on the authorized list.” I glance to my grandmother who nods for me to continue.
“When the system detects someone not authorized in my space it sends out a distress signal to Rafe, who promised me a forty minute timeframe for backup wherever I am in the states, if I don’t answer his call.”
The shock is clear on his face, as it is on Roman’s. Hating that I just had to explain myself I want this to be over.
“Are we done here, or is this going to get messy?” I ask, maintaining eye contact with this dickhead.
“I don’t think you’re strong enough to use that big weapon little moon,” he goads me, but enough has happened now and I’m not outnumbered, so I swing my arm round without moving any other part of my body, and shoot one of his men in the shoulder, while my eyes stay focused on Rico.
“You want to try me old man, because next time I’ll aim higher,” I
