I seethed as I put on my makeup. I pulled my hair into a lazy braid and chose to wear a skintight, strapless, emerald dress. It had a sweetheart neckline that hung off my breasts and it stopped mid-thigh. I paired it with black stilettos. It was amazing how Maximo knew my dress size. He had clothes brought in and filled my closet after he disapproved of my leather miniskirt. Control freak, I thought to myself, making me chuckle. I had a bad feeling about tonight, so I slid on my thigh gun holster and holstered my .22 mag pistol and walked out of the room, grabbing my clutch.
Maximo, who was usually ready before me, was still in his room dressing. His door was cracked so I knocked, “What?” he yelled. I walked in and sat on the end of his bed.
“Is that the way you speak to your betrothed?” I teased. He turned around, eyeing me hungrily.
“What are you wearing?” He said through gritted teeth.
“What you bought me, Mr. Hernandez.” I flirted. “I think this is even your favorite color, am I right?” He cracked his neck and opened a safe just inside his closet. He pulled out a 9mm pistol and holstered it in his jacket. I knew my feeling was accurate. The safe was full of guns, ammo, papers, and what looked like cocaine. He turned around and ran his eyes all over my body, to my right thigh that had my pistol. He smirked.
“Ready?” He asked without giving me another glance.
“As I will ever be.” I said under my breath. We walked outside and got into back of the black SUV. James brushed my thigh before closing the door and hopped in the front seat. Maximo didn’t seem to notice this encounter as he was staring at his phone. He was breathing heavily, agitated.
We pulled up next to a large metal building. Hernandez Soaps was painted on the side of the building. A large door opened, and we drove inside. A large room filled with 50 men was dimly lit. There were no soaps to be seen so I figured we were in the back of the building that “didn’t exist.” Maximo got out and walked over to the one man in a suit with a large gun on his hip. “Where is he?” He said under his breath. The man pointed to an office that overlooked the room. I saw large shipping containers with Martin Enterprises on the side, this must be how they get the drugs from Mexico into the states. They take apart the inside of the shipping containers and weld hidden compartments to conceal the drugs and women. How fucked up, I thought.
Maximo turned to me, “Come.” He stated. So, I followed him up to the office. Inside were a man, woman, and child chained to 3 heavy metal chairs. The woman and child were crying. They were gagged, the man was not, but he was bloody like he had been beaten repeatedly. Fresh blood over dried blood, bruising at different stages. He looked over to me, then Maximo. Maximo almost hissed under his breath. “Jonas. I see my men have made you and your family comfortable.” He smirked, proud of himself.
“Maximo, please, leave my family out of this.” Jonas cried.
“Did your wife know you were breaking the whores in that you were supposed to be protecting? Did she know you have killed 4 of them in the past month? You are costing me money and good whores, Jonas. I don’t like to be used. You must be punished. I don’t like weak men working for me.”
“Please, let my wife and daughter go.” Jonas pleaded. The little girl must have been only about 4. She looked so scared. Her dirty cheeks were stained with tears. She was whimpering.
“This man was raping women?” I turned to Maximo. His wife closed her eyes and hung her head, like all her questions had been answered.
“Yes. He chose to rape and kill 4 of the whores in the house we protect close to my club. He was supposed to be protecting the women and collecting the money. I suppose he probably stole some of my money too.” Maximo glared at him.
I walked over to Jonas, looking him over. I bent down to meet his eyes. “You are a weak man, Jonas.” He smirked.
“What can I say, I have a thing for beautiful women who dress like you.” Maximo came over and punched him hard in the nose.
“Don’t speak to her, you fuck!” He screamed, making me and the woman jump. I turned my attention to her.
“What is your name?” I asked her, pulling the gag out of her mouth.
“Allianna, and this is Kara.” She cocked her head towards the little girl.
“Did you know your husband was raping and murdering women?” I asked, prying. She didn’t answer. “Answer me.” I pushed.
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“No! I didn’t know!” She cried.
“You didn’t know when he came home smelling like another woman? Blood on his hands or clothes?”
“I thought it was blood from men he beat up in the house.” She answered, looking at the floor.
Jonas hissed, “Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Maximo punched him in the nose again.
I walked over to the little girl. “Hi, Kara. My name is Fallon.” She looked up, scared. “How about we get you out of here?” Maximo grabbed my arm.
“No, he must suffer.”
“What exactly is your plan here, Maximo? Kill his wife and child in front of him?”
“Yes, to teach him a lesson.”
“So, killing his wife and child will teach him a lesson, but he will get to live?”
“No, he will be killed too.”
“Yeah, that makes no sense.” I looked him in his eyes. I must have pushed a nerve because he was glaring at me. He grabbed my arm tighter as I tried to pull away. “I have an idea, how about we take their daughter and use her in a whore house?” I joked. He pulled away.
“We don’t pimp out kids.”
“But you’ll kill them?” I shot back. He looked back to Jonas punching him in the face again. I walked over to Kara, undoing her ties. I looked over to one of the guards and said, “Take her to the car, get her some water.” Allianna cried.
“Please don’t take her! Please don’t hurt her!” I turned to her.
“No harm will come to her as long as you and your husband comply.” Maximo looked at me curiously. “Since your husband is a piece of shit, we will need a new man to be brought in to take his spot. He will have to be trained. That takes money out of our pockets, you see?” I was pacing slowing in front of them now. “So, you both owe us. Your husband owes us 4 lives.” Allianna looked up to me quickly.
“What do you mean?”
“He owes us 4 lives, 4 whores. I need you to chose 4 new whores to replace the ones he killed.” She looked like she had vomited in her mouth.
“How am I going to find 4 whores?”
“You’re going to pick them, you’re going to kidnap them.” Maximo was looking at me, impressed.
“Leave her out of this!” Jonas yelled. I pulled out my gun and hit the side of his head with the butt of it. “Ow! You bitch!” He yelled, I hit him again. Blood began to run from the spot on the side of his head. Allianna looked over to her husband.
“Fine, I will do it, as long as you don’t hurt my daughter.” Jonas looked at her, he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, and I shoved his shirt into his mouth. He glared up at me, he eyed me murderously. I walked over to Allianna and unchained her. She quickly grabbed my gun from my hand. Maximo pulled his pistol and pointed it at her. She pointed the gun at Jonas. “You son of a bitch, this is all your fault!” And she pulled the trigger, missing him. He yelled. I pulled the gun out of her hand and pushed her back into the chair. “Kill him, please.” She begged. “I never want to see him again.” She was sobbing now. I turned to Maximo, who lowered his gun.
“This is your kill, mi amore.” I quickly turned to Jonas.
“Any last words?” I asked, rhetorically. He opened his mouth to say something, and I shot him right between the eyes. Allianna jumped. I don’t think she expected us to kill him. “Take her to the opposite car as her daughter.” I said to the other bodyguard. I failed to learn their names because it seemed unimportant at the time.
“Wait, where is my daughter!” She screamed as the guard dragged her out of the room. “Wait! Please! I will do whatever you ask, but please let me have my daughter!” Maximo turned to me once her screams dissipated.
“What the fuck is your plan here, Fallon?” He seemed annoyed now.
“Make her find new whores, earn her allegiance, and use her.” I answered, nonchalantly.
“Use her how?”
“Well, if she cannot find any whores, as a whore. If she proves loyal, then I need a new manager at one of my clubs.” He snapped his head towards me. He began quickly walking towards me, I took a step back but he kept coming towards me.
“You did this to get a new manager?” He was pissed. He was so close to my face I could feel the spit from his words.
“I did this to help you, Maximo. To help the cartel. This is business.” He grabbed my throat and walked me back towards the wall. I looked up at him. “Do it then.” I answered nagging him to do it. “Do it!” I screamed. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I didn’t want to cower to him. “Kill me you fucking coward!” I yelled. I was not afraid of him. He smirked.
“I’m not going to kill you just yet, Fallon.” He let go and backed up, straightening his suit. He walked back over to me and grabbed my gun. He pulled my dress up and put the gun back in my thigh holster. I froze. I ran his finger across my thigh, up to my panty line. I took a deep breath in and pushed myself as far as I could against the wall. I was not scared of him, but when he touched me, I didn’t know how to act. He laughed dryly at my nervousness and pulled my dress down. I could finally breathe when he turned his back to me. “You may be scared of me, Fallon, but your body says otherwise.” I could see his smirk from the back of his head. I rolled my eyes and followed him back to the SUV. “What are we supposed to do with the girl?” He questioned me.
“Send her to the states, find her a nanny, and send her to the best private schools.” He huffed and opened the door for me. Kara was going to be leverage over Allianna to make her do what I wanted, but I would never harm her. We left the building, the doors closed concealing the back room.