Page 23 of Girls Night
Not when there are more enemies to be had anyway.
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I don’t go home right away.
I’m much too busy walking up and down each street on the way back, looking at every fucking pair of shoes that goes by.
But no matter how hard I look for him, I don’t find him.
It’s almost like wishing on a star and realizing it’s nothing more than an old wives’ tale and becoming more and more disappointed as each star burns out in the sky.
I cross the street when I reach the end of a road I don’t know and keep walking. Something in the distance has my attention now, and I’m intrigued to the point of potentially putting myself in danger.
The closer I get to the flashing lights, the more a smile begins to spread across my lips.
“Federales!” I shout, cupping my hands over my mouth.
Fuck them.
If they’re trying to destroy another honest man’s business, then I’m more than willing to do my part to interfere.
I climb up the back of a small unmarked car that some of these pigs came in and sit on the roof with my feet pressed against the windshield as I wait for them to notice me.
I may not be a big deal to most strangers, but I’ll be fucked if these pendejos don’t know who I am.
I narrow my eyes and squint at a familiar face emerging from the house that’s just been raided. Dark, tan skin. Tattoos on the chest peeking through the neck of his shirt and black hair cropped close to his head.
“Omar Rodriguez!” I call out as I push myself to the roof of the car. I make a show of rolling my Rs on his name to make sure that I have his full attention.
As far as I know, he hates that shit, and now that I’m here, I may as well entice the devil to dance with me.
Once I’m steady on my feet, I raise my hands in the air with a bigcome get mesmile on my face. It almost immediately turns into a smirk when his eyes lay on me, and a scowl appears on his ruggedly, handsome face.
“Get the fuck down from there,” he barks at me as he gives his new prisoner a yank toward the car.
I put my hands on my hips and grin down at him.
“Make me,” I dare him.
He looks around for one of his men, shoves the man toward them, then reaches up and grabs my ankle, giving it a hard yank.
I grunt as I stumble and lose my footing, my back making a dullthudas I land on the roof of the car.
After a couple of seconds of staring up at the sky, I tuck my hair behind my ears and push myself up to my elbows.
“Bitch,” I snipe at him with a smirk.
“Do you have any fucking idea where you are, little girl?” he barks at me as he reaches up to grab me.
I roll away from him and lay on my side, planting my cheek against a fist and giving him a charming smile.
“Anywhere I want to be.”
He rolls his eyes, throws his hands up in the air, then begins to walk away but stops for a moment to smirk at me.
“I hear there’s a price on your head in Bachimeto, Ana Sofia. Maybe check your fucking surroundings once in a while before opening that mouth of yours.” With a shake of his head, he turns his back to me again. He’s making it so easy for me to take him down right now, and he knows it. But surrounded by so many other cabrones, he doesn’t show fear—he doesn’t have to. “Do me a favor and die on the side of the road, so I don’t have to stop traffic for you,” he calls over his shoulder.
I sit up instantly.
