“Si, Mija.”
I walk down the hall, turn left into the kitchen, and drop my backpack on the floor.
“Mama, I’m in a hurry,” I say, gathering my hair into a ponytail and pulling on the scrunchie, looking at my Mama.
“I made some coffee.”
“Awesome, but I have only a few minutes before my chicas get here. But I need to know if you talked to Dad?”
I walk over to get some coffee, grabbing the mug from the dish rack. I pour the coffee, inhaling the scent. I love coffee in the morning; it helps wake me up.
“Mija, si I did. Your Dad was furious at his Boss; he wasn’t aware that the Cartel Boss Oro was coming for you. He promised to take care of it and promised to have someone protect you if something happens to him,” Mama says, holding her cup of coffee.
She looks at me with sad puppy eyes and a firm set to her jaw. She’s totally good with what Dad told her. Such fucking faith in the man that she left and kept away from me.
What the fuck!
“Ah, wow. You just believe everything Dad tells you? Dad didn’t know that his Boss claimed that I was Cartel’s property. That’s fucked up, Mama. I’m in danger! How long is it going to take for Dad to take care of this issue? I mean, he’s going to have someone protect me like now? Like a fucking bodyguard? This is unbelievable. I’m just a sitting duck for them to grab me. I’m not happy with this, and I need you to tell my Dad that it is not good enough. I need that Cartel Boss off my case.”
“Si Mija, I agree, but we have to allow your Dad to take care of this. We can’t take care of this with the Cartel; that’s impossible. Please allow your Dad to handle this.”
My cell vibrates, and I pull it out of my scrub pocket. I slide my finger over the screen.
Marissa ~ Gigi, we’re here.
Georgina ~ One minute. Thanks.
“Mama, the chicas are here. I’ll talk to you later,” I say, taking another drink of coffee.
“Si, we will talk later, and maybe we will have additional information,” Mama says, nodding.
“Okay. I love you, Mama,” I say, hugging her tight, feeling comfort like when I was small.
“Si Mija, I love you,” Mama hums, wiping the tears from her face.
“Adios.”
Three
Anatoly
I focused and worked for hours, checking out the dark web and investigating the Cartel. Then, I noticed some strange activity on our system.
It’s a fucking hacker trying to get into our system.
Nyet!
It’s not happening.
I type on the keyboard, shutting the son of bitch out. I need to find out where the fucker location is. I will get the fucker, and learn who the suka is.
What does he want?
Who is he working for?
Fucker!
I got you!
