the forgotten mafia queen

What am i doing?

Mr rodriguez (pov) 

I hear screaming in the ball room and i see her. Her hair so long a cascading she straightend her hair thing she rarely does. Those eyes of hers are the reason for my living. Those lips so perfectly shaped into a nice pair of plumb heart shaped lips. She hasnt changed she is still the woman i fell in love with. God what did i do to deserve such woman. She is perfect, to perfect. If she isnt mine then she can not be anyone else's. Its true i ordered to kill her out of jealousy shes mine and they wouldn't get the hints. That squad of hers why cant she tell that they all want her. Or maybe she knows and she likes the attention. “That w***e!” i punched the wall really hard. I don't know how to make her understand that i love her, just her. I haven't had anything with anyone im waiting for her. She has gotten better at what she does … my girl. Killing her at point blank. I need to find her. 

Stephanie s flash back

 I can still remember when i was only 12 yrs old and he was holding my hand. He promised me that we would marry once i was 18 yrs old. I promised he would be my person and i would be his. We were sitting outside of my grand fathers house in guadalajara. 

Stephanies pov

On our way back to the ware house i saw my grand father outside waiting for me. When he saw me he just fell to his knees and started to cry. My god father came out of the black sierra to help my grandfather up. Both dressed in black wearing the classic black cow boys hat. " no estas muerta, lo sabia mi nieta no se dejaria matar por alguien como esa poca cosa. " he said. He got up and kissed my fore head "everything will be okay mija. We are here." My god father hugs me and we all walk in. 

"Mija te estan buscando. Mi gente me aviso cuando salio el precio de tu cabeza " my grandfather says. Marcos hands us a cup of coffee all i respond to his comment is lets go to sleep we will talk in the morning. I look up to the ceiling of my room i remember till this day My grand father is one to not mess with. I am his exact replica. Everyone knew that, since an early age my gran fathers people could see my potential and my leadership. At the age of 8 my grand father had already given me my first gun. By the age of 10 i was making my own bullets and my own personalized guns. My grandfather saw me more for my potential then anything else. I got my first german shepherd she was beautiful she had her 1st litter of puppies and i trained them all every single one of them fully capable of attacking in command and loving in a instant. Vickie was main guard every where i went she was there i graduate early and have been taking over my grand fathers busnisses. I am only 17 i own most of mexico and have partnerships with everyone around the world. 

Every one knows me as the queen of the mafia negra. With that thought fading i fell to sleep. 

The next morning i get a voice mail from a unknown number and press play to the recording… " we need to talk… i know i shouldn't be calling you i know i should't be asking to see you theres alot i need to tell you please ill be there. " all i can do is cry flash backs of all the pain i have been thru i had a miss carrige when i got shot the day everyone thought i died. He sent me a picture of his tattoo on his back. At this point i cant think straight. I thru my phone on the wall. Everything was going in circles in my mind, how can someone hurt their significnat other so much.