The Queens: Scarred Queen, Alejandro's Prey

Book One: Scarred Queen

Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to,

Ask me to see the things you do,

Think the way you do.

Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you.

Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too,

You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you,

Not loyal no more, not if I go.

Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too.

Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

Push the way you do, take the things for you,

Make me love you too,

Make me do the things you do, feel for you.

Why you gotta make, make me feel things for you,

Can't hold on to you, make me go,

Make me hate you too,

Push me to go, make me hate you too.

Not strong enough to go, but you gotta push me to,

Make me fuck off, fuck away from you,

Loyal is everything to you, fuck the way I feel,

Make me go, fucking obsessed with you.

Ignacio Hernandez had never before brought a woman to a meet. Then, they'd never met at a club before. The entire scene was unprecedented. Reyes didn't do unprecedented, but he was willing to make an exception because he was curious. He could sever the Miami connection if he had to. It would cause some shockwaves, but it wasn't out of the question. Ignacio was beginning to annoy him anyway. His poor decisions were beginning to affect the Bolivian. Such as bringing a woman like her to a meet with a man like him. Something that was meant to show off Ignacio's power and wealth would become a big mistake.

His gaze flickered over the woman, calmly drinking her champagne and orange juice as though she weren't sitting at a table with four of the most dangerous men on the continental East coast. Two kingpins and their right hands. Only Reyes didn't think she was as calm as she appeared. Her wrist trembled slightly, giving her away. She had enough presence to make sure that tiny shake ceased by the time it got to her slim fingers where they clenched the crystal of her glass. It wasn't the fingers or her ability to remain coolly poised while the men around her talked business that captured his curiosity. It was the mark on the back of her delicate hand, permanent slash lines, viciously marring her porcelain skin.

Anger burned deep in his gut, surprising him. Reyes rarely felt anything. Ever. Certainly not for a woman. This was how he made effective decisions. How he moved trade across borders with ease and cool logic. Emotion had been removed from him. First by a ruthless father, then by a vicious military stint in his home country and finally by an unrelenting, merciless prison sentence that had systematically broken him before he had, in turn, broken down the prison itself and owned it from the inside out. By the time he was released it was into a world of his own making; a world shaped by him on the inside and ruled by him on the outside.

Yet the sight of this cool, blond beauty, so broken yet utterly resilient was doing something to him, forcing him to feel. He shifted in his seat, sliding his arm across the back of the leather, his eyes never leaving her while he listened to the other men speak. Negotiate terms. He didn't need to add his voice. Alejandro, his right hand, knew the terms. Knew not to fuck up while in pursuit of new deals for the boss.