Page 16 of Alejandro's Prey

Selena was reminding Gina more and more of Alejandro. Without a second thought she reached for her seatbelt, wrinkling her nose when she had to touch the gang scum’s hip to get it. And of course, he was half sitting on it. “Excuse me,” she mumbled, jerking it toward her. He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She latched the belt and shifted her hips as close to Selena and as far away from him as she could. Selena latched her own seatbelt.

“Safety first,” Gina mumbled and attempted to settle as comfortably as she could when the driver pulled out of the alley and into traffic. He was driving at a normal rate, not trying to attract attention.

“Gina, love,” Selena said calmly, after they’d been driving for a few minutes. “I don’t think they speak English.”

The guy in front passenger seat, who seemed to be temporarily in charge, confirmed this when he turned around and snapped at them in Spanish to quit speaking. Selina nodded benignly, waited for a few minutes and then leaned heavily against Gina and whispered, “I’m going to need you to stab your friend over there in the neck. Do you think you can manage that?”

Gina gaped at Selena for a moment, thought about her request, and then nodded slowly. She would do what she had to do, but now she was wishing she’d told Selena earlier about her botched stabbing job of the evening before. She might not be the right woman for this sort of thing.

“Good girl,” Selena praised her quietly. “We’re pulling onto the freeway. Now’s a good time to start digging for that knife.”

Gina didn’t need to be told twice. Mostly because if she stopped to think about it, there was no way she would do something so dangerous as pull a switchblade on three gangbangers in the tight confines of the back seat of a car with Alejandro’s elderly mother as backup. But somehow the lady had as much of a commanding presence as her son and Gina seemed willing to follow her into this suicidal battle.

She plunged her hand into her cleavage, drawing the attention of the guy beside her, while Selena pulled her own skirt up, reaching for something underneath. “What you doing there,chica?” the guy asked from beside Gina.

Gina shrugged, pulling the blade and flipping it open. “She told me to stab you in the throat and I’m an obedient little soldier,” Gina told him.

But also squeamish, she thought as she closed her eyes and thrust the knife before he could bring his hands up to defend himself. She felt the blade sink easily into his flesh. Too easily. Shouldn’t it have hit his carotid or something? She cracked an eye only to see that she’d stuck the knife right through his eyeball and into his brain. He was dead, sitting up on the end of her knife. Or at least she was pretty certain he was dead. His other eye was open, and he was twitching, but his shoulders were slumped and he wasn’t moving otherwise.

“Oh my god,” she gasped snatching her hands away. “I’m so sorry!”

A hand grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved her down into the dead man’s lap.Bang, bang. Shots rang out, glass shattered. Gina covered her ears. Too late. They were already ringing from the gunfire. The car swerved wildly, bounced, swerved some more, swayed from side to side and then began to slow.

“Fuckingputa, you killed him,” the driver was screaming. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“You’re going to pull over,” Selena said calmly. “Unless you want the next one to go right through your skull like your friend here.”

Gina tilted her head and looked up at the guy she’d stabbed. His body was slumped forward, blood dripping down his face and onto her. She cringed back. “Ew,” she mumbled.

“You’ll need a stronger stomach than that if you are to survive my son. You should also probably learn the difference between a neck and an eye,” Selena observed. “You can sit up now.”

The car was pulled to the side of the road. Selena snapped her fingers toward the driver. “Gun and phone. Now. Hesitate and I take your head.”

The man did not hesitate. He passed the items back to Selena. She took them and stared coldly at him through the rear-view mirror. “You can tell your boss that he not only fucked with Alejandro, Reyes’ man, but he came after the widow of Viktor Morales,El Escorpion. This was a stupid move. Who do you think taught our son the things that he knows? There will be no mercy for fools.”

Gina had sat up and was looking around the car in a daze. Selena had shot the front passenger in the head and shattered the window in the process. They were pulled over on the side of an overpass. Luckily it wasn’t a well used overpass and there was no traffic.

“You steady,niña?” Selena asked, eyeing Gina while continuing to hold her gun on the driver.

“Uh huh,” Gina said faintly.

“Good, take this,” she said, handing Gina the gun she’d taken. “Shoot him if he tries anything. You,” she snapped at the driver, waving her own gun, indicating the door. “Get out and start hauling bodies to the side of the road.”

Gina swallowed a gag and tried to look as tough as her new mother-in-law. She suspected she was failing miserably. Selena climbed out of the car with the younger man, her body clearly stiff with discomfort. She was in her early 70’s and Gina knew she’d had her fair share of health issues. However, she was steady and strong as she followed the gang guy around the car, aiming her gun at his head while he jerked the back door open to pull the body next to Gina out. Though she’d been expecting it, Gina jumped back and aimed her gun at him too just in case he was foolish enough to try anything. He had the body halfway out when Selena stopped him to retrieve her knife.

Even the hardened gangster paled and muttered, “Madre de Dios!” when she yanked the switchblade out of his friend’s eye socket with a nasty sounding squelch.

Gina swallowed hard but continued to watch and move her gun around the interior of the car, keeping it trained on the bad guy as he moved the second body out of the car. Once it was thrown to the side of the road, Selena smiled grimly at their helper and shot him in the thigh. Gina’s mouth fell open. Her new mother-in-law was hardcore!

After his screams of agony died down Selena said calmly, “I couldn’t have you getting away too quickly. You’ll be pleased to know I didn’t hit anything major. Now you remember my message?”

“Fuck you, you vicious old cunt!” he shouted.

“Oh dear, that wasn’t my message at all,” she sighed, aiming for his other leg.

“No, no!” he shouted. “Viktor Morales widow… Scorpion!”

“Very good,” she praised and slid carefully into the driver’s seat turning the key in the ignition. With calm resignation, as though she were going for a Sunday drive, she shoulder-checked and pulled the car back onto the ramp. “Seatbelt, Gina.”

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