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“I’ll speak to you however the fuck I want, Muerte.” She narrowed her eyes. “You practically handed me to human traffickers. Sex traffickers. Do you have any idea what they do to women? To children for God’s sake?” She slammed a hand on the table. “No, you don’t. You are too concerned with your bottom line. With filling your pockets and not giving a damn about anyone else.”
Estevan’s face turned dark red, a vein on his neck bulging. “I did what I did to give you a life I never had.”
“I didn’t want it if that’s how you provided it.” She shook her head. “Standing on the corpses of innocents isn’t how I want to live.”
He clenched his hands into fists. “Too late. You already did. You still do. That trust fund you pull money from isn’t from your mother’s family.” He smiled menacingly. “It’s from me.”
She thought back to the fund her mother swore was legitimate. She’d made a point to only withdraw funds when it was absolutely necessary. She let out a disappointed sigh. The truth wouldn’t be heard within these walls. Estevan would say anything to twist her mind. So, she would do the same.
“Fine, then I’ll donate it all to aid women who were in sex trafficking.” She shrugged. “It’ll do them a world of good. Much better than how I’d use it over my lifetime.”
He lifted his finger and opened his mouth.
“Oh, and I’ve taken care of your sergeant at arms. The only Diablos he sees now are in hell.”
Estevan folded his fingers together. “You did me a favor.”
“No, I did the world a favor, but you should know, I didn’t pull the trigger. Macha did.” Nikita sat up a little straighter, the pride from those words bolstering her mood. “Macha took out Diablos. By now, they’ll have run them out of Colorado.”
His eyes snapped to the door, then back to her. “So, I get new men and invade once more. You won’t be rid of me so easily.”
She leaned over the table. “Oh, I’m not done, Muerte. I won’t be done until every last Diablos is off the streets and in prison.” She got as close as possible without the possibility of him grabbing her. The gleam in his eyes told her he’d enjoy nothing more. “And then, I’ll track down your offshore accounts. Your offshore contacts. I’ll harvest every organ of your sickly body of Diablos scum.”
Nikita noticed his eye twitch. Her words were taking root, spreading through his body as if they were infectious. “Then, and only then, will I be done.”
Sweat beaded on his brow, his dark eyes a mixture of disbelief and acceptance.
“Don’t fuck with me again, Papi.” She smiled sweetly. “You only have one daughter. Remember that next time you make a deal with the devil.”
And with that, she stood and pounded on the door. Estevan screamed profanities toward her, but they rolled off her back. She was finished with her father. She’d promised to decimate every MC like his. Nothing was a better goal for her life.
Her gait lighter than on the way in, Nikita breezed through the secured doors and took a giant breath of fresh, New York air. It was finally time for her future to begin. And she knew exactly who she wanted to start it with. It’d take a little time, but she’d get there. She’d get back to him.
Hopefully before he thinks the worst.
***
The apartment didn’t look the same. Sure, there wasn’t a piece of furniture out of place, and the cleaning service apparently came if the scent of lemon disinfectant told her anything. But it wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel the same.
Walking in, she flicked on lights, tossing her keys to the table just inside the door. The familiar scent of jasmine filled the room. It was her favorite and one she’d never regret buying in bulk.
The lonely TV sat on an old entertainment center, a dark blue couch and matching reclining chair opposite it in the living room. Using her trust fund wasn’t necessary to make her life complete. She’d never been big into shopping—a fact her mother abhorred. Nikita was a tomboy since birth. The extravagance of galas and jewelry never intrigued her. Motorcycles were more her style.
Moving to the single bedroom, she sighed. The landlord would rent out the place within minutes of the ad being placed. She’d dropped him a note on her way in from the prison. Already, she loathed finding boxes and filling them full of her possessions.
A photo of her and Mandi caught her eye on the dresser. She picked it up, sadness creeping into her mind. They’d hated each other their first week together. That all changed when they wore the exact outfit to work. Right down to the Converse tennis shoes. She smiled at the memory. It wasn’t one she’d ever forget.
Tracing the picture of them from that day, Nikita let her tears fall. Losing a partner was one thing. Losing a best friend who was also your partner was a whole other sensation. Her stomach bunched, shoulders suddenly heavy. Mandi’s family already arranged her funeral; it was the next day. Another reason she had to leave Snowshoe, even if only temporarily.
She put the frame down and opened her closet. Mandi would insist she wore something bright. Every funeral they’d attended together, Mandi sported an ungodly cheery color.
“What? They’re not here but I am. I need to celebrate while I can,” she said when Nikita questioned her apparel.
Finding a flowing red jumper, she pulled it off the hangar and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand.Mandi would approve.That much she knew for a fact. Grabbing the matching shoes, she set the outfit aside and walked toward the kitchen.
The moving boxes were delivered shortly after she poured a glass of white wine. She opened every cupboard and found them empty. Dining in rarely happened with her hours. She’d purposefully rented an apartment on a street filled with restaurants that offered delivery and late-night pick up.
She retrieved the newly purchased cell phone and called the Indian restaurant down the block. There were a select few numbers she memorized, her favorite restaurant one of them.
