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“I don’t think we should trust any man,” I said, leaning back against my chair. “Especially any man that trusted Kris.”
“You’re right,” he said, grabbing the ones we liked. “Come on, let’s see which assholes we keep.”
What didone wear to drop off a half ton of drugs? How the fuck did I know? I dressed in black pants, a bullet proof vest and a red shirt with my hair in a high ponytail with comfortable shoes. My leather jacket was lined with fur to keep me warm, but I had a gun strapped to me alongwith four knives hidden in my jacket, thanks to King.
Lance and I had chosen four men. Three had shown no interest in me being a woman; one was on the fence so he might need to be dealt with afterwards. We walked into the warehouse that Lance and Rogelio had scouted out before we arrived.
The man I was meeting was a big drug dealer in the west and apparently one of Kris’ best customers. If I could get throughthis deal, then most of my other deals would fall in line and I wouldn’t have to worry. They had followed his lead, and he followed our lead.
Jay Emmanual Galvan walked up to us with four men behind him. He was in a tailored suit that screamed he worked in a corporate world instead of peddling drugs. He had more diamonds on him than most women had touched in their lifetime and his face hardened when he saw me.
We had spoken on the phone, he knew about the change in power. From the look on his face this wasn’t going to be easy. He wasn’t happy about the change and if my guess was correct he was a misogynistic asshole, but I had what he needed so I hoped he would just tolerate me.
“So… sleeping your way to the top has worked for you?” Jay smirked.
“It gave me the opportunity to slit his throat and win my freedom,” I said, putting my hands in the pocket of my jacket to run my hand along the blade of one of my knives.
I wasn’t good at throwing like Boogie or King, but having it in my hand made me feel better. My guys were behind me which made me more vulnerable to a frontal attack, but I had to show that I wasn’t afraid.
Jay's eyebrows raised. “And did the Mayor give her blessing?”
“Would I be here if she hadn’t?” I said, lazily, appearing to be bored.
“So just like that, you become?—”
“Do you have a problem with her choice?” I snapped. “If that’s the case maybe we need to save ourselves a meeting and you can clear your shit with her, then you can have your product?”
His nostrils flared.
“You don’t want to mess with me, little girl,” he snarled.
“I’m not the one wasting time.” I walked forward. “Do you want the product or not?”
“You don’t want to alienate me,” he said, steppingforward.
“True, I don’t, but it seems you have a problem,” I said, as we stood face to face. He wasn’t that much taller than me, like my men.
He stared down at me, his jaw clenched tightly.
“The drugs are the same, take it or leave it,” I said softly, so only he could hear me. “We can continue this relationship with no?—”
He grabbed me by the back of the head and brought his knee to my head. Pain exploded across my face as he tried to let go of me, but I held onto him with one hand. With the other I pulled out the knife and pressed it into his dick.
“Do that again and I’ll make sure I cut your cock off and choke you with it,” I snarled, as blood poured out of my nose. “Stand down, Lance. I think this little piggy wants to live to fight another day.”
I didn’t have to turn around to see my guys had their guns drawn.
Jay stared down at me as I pushed the knife into his cock more. He stiffened, searching my face for something.
“I have no problem dying as long as you die with me. Right next to your pathetic cock is an artery that will have you bleeding out in less than five minutes,” I said, spitting out blood. “I’ve survived years with Kris. I’m not afraid of you, asshole.”
He didn’t move or say anything for a long minute before laughing. The fucking psycho laughed as he clapped my shoulder.
“Tu eres muy loca, and I like it,” he said, letting me go, but not before I slammed my palm up into his nose.
“Chinga tu pinche madre!” he yelled before he laughed like a maniac.
“Oh, Noelle, we might get along just fine, but next hit, I’ll fucking kill you,” he grinned.
