The rest of the drive back to the house was made in complete silence which was not what I wanted at all. Silence gave me time to think and that meant I had time to remember what having family felt like. I needed to move, to burn off some excess steam in some way. When we parked I made a beeline for my room to change into my workout gear. My father had a gym and a gun range behind the house since my mother had always despised having the men traipsing inside with their weapons and waking us at all hours of the night.

As soon as I walked into the gym I caught a glimpse of the Parkour ramps my father had installed back when I was fourteen and had just begun to learn it. I was still amazed that he actually took the time to have this built for me considering I never spent more than a few days home during my youth. Thinking about the challenging workout that was coming, I smiled to myself and took off at a run towards the first set of ramps and jumps, then I was flying through the air in the next moment. It had been so long since I’d even attempted to do this course. Thankfully, in addition to Parkour training, my father had me take on gymnastics otherwise I would have broken something after all of these years.

The door opened and a hush fell over the room, so I knew I needed to be attentive to who’d arrived. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Roman walk in with a man I had never seen before. He was handsome. Standing roughly 5'8" with clean-cut black hair, he was every woman's wet dream. Roman and the man in question looked in my direction about that time, and I then realized how sweaty I was. Cringing to myself, I toweled off my neck the best I could as I made my way over to do whatever business this was going to be.

"Hola señora, mi nombre es Anthony." I put my hand in his to shake as if we were longtime business partners.

"Hola Anthony, soy Rosalina Maria. What can I help you with today?"

With a deep sexy laugh, he simply said, “I’m here to help the boss, not for you to help me.”

"Anthony, I am quite sweaty so I will meet you in my office in twenty minutes to discuss this help you think I need," I said with finality as I walked away from the arrogant prick to my room to change into the Mafia Queen I was.

Sending Roman a quick message to pull up all the information available on this Anthony man in the next fifteen minutes, I went about dressing in heels and simple dress. If there was one thing my father taught me when I was younger it was that looks could be deceiving. Looking like an innocent, domesticated woman did not mean I couldn't kill a man with my bare hands all while never breaking a heel. Appearing that way was one of my greatest defenses and one of the biggest challenges I had faced growing up in a man's world.

Letting the door shut behind me, I looked up from the file that Roman had delivered to my room. Roman and Anthony were already in my office waiting for me to arrive. All it took was one look and a simple head nod for Roman to understand this meeting was going to happen in private. Confusion clear on Anthony's face as he watched Roman leave, he began to speak but I quickly silenced him.

"Sit down Mr.. De Los Santos. I want to get this meeting over with already."

"Look, ma'am. I don't know why Roman is letting you play dress up, but I came to have a meeting with the boss today." This asshole had some nerve.

"That's exactly what you are doing sir. Now I could tell you that I do not wish to have a meeting with someone trying to play ‘boss' - as you put it - and refuse this meeting until your father shows up. So enlighten me as to what exactly my father has arranged with you and make it fast."

That smirk. Damn that sexy smirk. If I didn't want to stab him as badly as I wanted him to fuck me against my desk with those looks and attitude, I may actually have offered. Wait. What did he just say?

"Hold on, you want to take over our business here in Mexico? And why would you ever think that would be an option?"

"Simple, Rosie. You are a woman and no one is going to respect you enough to work with you. Let alone actually follow you as a boss. I have no idea why you would think any differently."

Did he just call me Rosie? No one but my father had ever called me Rosie. "First of all, my name is not Rosie. My name is Rosalina Maria. Second, we will not be giving our business to you."

If he thought we were giving our business to him just because I was a woman, he was a fucking idiot.

"Look, Rosie, I mean Rosalina, I will talk to my father to see if we can find another solution. When I arrived here I was under the impression Roman had taken over, not you. I honestly had no idea you existed until recently."

Sighing louder than I should have, I agreed that we would talk more once he got permission from his daddy.