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“Hey gorgeous,” he says as he sprawls himself casually in the wheeled office chair, looking me over. As easy as he is on the eyes, I only have one interest in him at the moment.
“What do you have for me?” I ask him.
He laughs at my dismissal at his flirting attempts. “I’m still waiting to hear back from her.”
“What do you mean?” I ask him in irritation.
“The woman’s got a busy schedule and shit. She’s gotta arrange some stuff but don’t worry, she wants me, she’s jumping out of her panties to meet with me. Don’t sweat it,” he tells me.
I tap my long, manicured nails on my desk, staring at him. “She fucking better,” I warn him.
“Trust the process, beautiful. My technique has never failed me. I can’t come across desperate and overbearing, can I? I might scare her away. I’m making her think she’s making the choice to come to me and she will,” he says with confidence.
He isn’t lying. He plays a wicked game and he’s never failed in getting me what I want. I’m still anxious but I know I have to be patient and play the waiting game. I scratch my brow and try to relax. “So, what name did you use this time?”
“Something casual, generic, not suspicious at all. Say hello to old Johnny Boy!” He widens his arms with a grin before leaning forward, trying to suck me into his gray eyes. While I can still appreciate his looks, my days of falling into his bed are over. It’s not good to mix business with pleasure anyway.
“Is that all?” I ask him.
He leans back, feigning pain at being rejected.
I’m not in the mood to smile. I’m in the mood to hear that they’ve found Julissa and that they’ve got her body waiting for me to come and see it. At that point, I wouldn’t give a shit about John seducing Selena, they could both drop dead in a ditch somewhere for all I care but you can’t always get what you want, apparently so I’m trying not to break some shit and remain focused on the game.
“You may go,” I tell him. “And John?” I address him by his alias when he’s standing by the door. “Update me as soon as she messages you for that date and when she does, I want you to turn up the heat. Make it obvious that you want her. I want her to be willing to do whatever you want,” I remind him.
“As I said, Eve, trust the process.” He walks out the door and I’m left dissatisfied with all the results of today. I feel like I’ve been waiting for results forever and I know I don’t have much longer to wait since she’s getting sloppy, revealing herself or maybe she's not getting sloppy and she’s revealing her face because she’s ready for a war. In either case, I’m filled with a sense of unease and I’m ready to go neck to neck with the rancid whore.
There’s only one thing that will come close to even slightly calming my nerves, even if it’s just left to my fucking imagination at the moment. I grab my weapon and head downstairs with my bodyguards behind me. I open the door to my backyard which is several acres large. I have one of my assistants set up targets around the place with posters of Julissa’s face on it. I kick my shoes off, feeling the warm grass beneath my feet as I walk around, aiming at each target, shooting a bullet right into the center of Julissa’s paper head feeling an adrenaline rush with the thought of her blood seeping from her brain in front of me.
I remind myself that the day will come soon. I take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air, well as fresh as it can get here, in an effort to soothe my enraged nerves, picturing her demise in my mind, playing the image on repeat before reaching a sense of calm and returning inside to enter into a meeting with my traffickers to talk business, hoping the fuck that she doesn’t interfere and fuck things up for me again.
I will keep the family business alive. The Wasp name will never die. Las Vegas is ours, and I’ll make the spirits of my dead family members proud.
Chapter 13
Julissa
I can’t turn my mind off. Jaya’s news doesn’t help the feeling of bugs beneath my skin. I scratch at it but I get no relief. I haven’t shown up to work in days, coming down off the meth I took. Taunting voices throw a rave in my head and I can’t sit without rocking. I let myself become too comfortable, too cocky…too trusting. Now my whole operation may fall apart if I don’t do something with what Jaya’s told me.
If I’d found out anyone else were betraying me, enabling sex trafficking, they wouldn’t live to tell the tale but this cuts a lot deeper. The pain torments me. I don’t know what to do since these traitors aren’t just anyone, they’re my recruits. They’re the girls I rescued, who I vowed to protect, who I’d give my fucking life for. I just can’t bring myself to kill them. I can’t throw them out onto the streets, punish them like I’ve done the pimps because they’ve been through that shit before and I took their fucking asses out of it! Plus, they’re underage. I’d rather walk out in front of a blasting cannon before all my enemies and submit than punish my underage recruits by soliciting them or killing them.
My skin is filled with red marks from the constant clawing of my nails. I won’t be able to think straight without another hit and I need to think straight to figure out what to do next. Because I have to do something, if I don’t, all it takes is the right fucking price in the right traitor’s hands for me to have unwanted visitors at my door before we achieve our mission.
I jump up and stumble as the room spins. I hurry toward the bathroom cabinet where I still have a bit of meth left over. I promised myself I wouldn’t take another hit, but I refused to throw it away. I’m glad I didn’t as I grab my pipe and light the crystals up, sucking the fog into my lungs. I’m transported to a different time, a different planet. I don’t even know where I am anymore. All I know is my problems have vanished in that second long draw. I fall to the bathroom floor as it dashes through my veins, crushing me in a promising hug. The rush doesn’t last as long as it did the last time, I almost want another hit to deafen my thoughts but I hear my front door open and I fly up off the floor, reaching for a weapon.
The person who has just entered my house is Jaya. I sigh, equally in relief and annoyance. “Fuck, Jaya. You scared the shit out of me.” I lower my weapon.
“Julissa, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to get your head straight. We need to act now before things get worse,” she says.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” I walk past her.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re not the leader I’ve looked up to this past year. What’s going on? Talk to me. I won’t leave you alone because this isn’t just about you, Julissa. I joined this fight with you for a reason and if all of this falls apart, this affects me too.” She folds her arm across her chest.
I want to tell her that I’m scared of the same thing, of everything crashing but as she said, I’m a leader. I don’t want to admit fear. I don’t want her to think that I don’t know what I’m doing. If I don’t know what I’m doing, how the hell am I supposed to lead?
“What do you suggest we do, Jaya?” I ask her, turning the heat on her instead.
“What do you mean, what do we do? We kill them.” She looks at me like I’ve lost all my senses. “They’re no better than the traffickers they’re letting slip through their fingers.”
