We walk out of the store, and the smell of the pizza hits me, making my stomach twist.
“I’m hungry,” I say, looking at the pizza place. I inhale the yummy smell of the fresh pizza.
“So am I. Let’s get some pizza, and then we can see a movie,” Marissa says.
“Yes, let’s do that,” I say, nodding.
“I’ll get the pizza,” Heather hums.
“Okay, I’ll get the car, and you two can get us the pizza. Don’t forget the salad,” I say, taking the bags from their hands.
“I’ll go with you,” Marrisa says, holding onto her bag.
“No need to; Heather needs help with the food.”
“Okay,” Marissa says, nodding.
I start walking down the walkway and take a step to cross the street when someone grabs me by my ponytail.
“Let me go!”
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch,” the man shouts, shaking my ponytail.
He turns me around by my hair, and pain shoots through my scalp. The bastard is going to pull my hair out.
I drop the bags, fist my hands, and hit his chest. I stare up at the big man, and I mean big, tall, heavy, just huge. He has a beard, long hair, and dark mean eyes. Fucking scary man, and he won’t let me go. I kick his leg, and he pulls my hair, shifting me to the side, laughing.
“Bitch, calm the fuck up,” the man scoffs, smirking.
“Let me go! Help!”
“Shut your trap! I need to take you to the Boss. You’re the Cartel’s property,” the man hisses.
“What the fuck are you talking about! You crazy son of bitch!”
“Shut up! Your Dad is the Capo Adolfo Fuentes, and the Boss has decided to take you as an asset for the Cartel,” he smirks, yanking me around.
“You’re a crazy motherfucker! I don’t have a Dad! Let me go! Help! Help,” I yell, trying to kick him higher, like in the fucking balls, but I can’t reach that far.
The man is extending his long arms, keeping me at a distance, laughing as he pulls me around like a fucking rag doll.
“Stupid puta,” he growls, pulling me closer and hitting me with his huge, meaty fist.
I see stars.
Twinkling stars.
I blink, trying to clear my eyes, feeling weak and dizzy. I never believed people who would say that they saw stars, but fuck, you do.
“Let her go,” my girls yell.
Marissa and Heather run over and start hitting the thug. Heather kicks him and somehow manages to kick his balls. The man hollers, releasing my ponytail, and falls onto his knees, grabbing his junk.
“Fucking bitch,” the man yells.
“Come on,” I yell, grabbing the bags and running to my car.
I open the car door, throw the bags inside, and start it. My girls jump in, and I start the car. I’m so damn scared; with shakinghands, I push my fingers through my hair, looking around the parking lot.
