Two weeks had passed and I could finally say I had a handle on this business. I was up early every day for a workout, and in the office late to finalize orders and shipments. I had no life outside of it all, honestly. And I was barely making any progress on finding out who killed my parents. I had narrowed down that my father regularly changed out his guards for their dates, but no one seemed to ever know where they would be heading until just before they left for the night.

That’s what was throwing the blocks up on any leads I had. Someone close to my father would have had to be a traitor. I would just have to weed them out on my own. Tonight, we would be having a meeting in a public dance club. Not only was this best for me to notice if plans were leaked, but I needed to get out of this house for a bit.

I stepped out into the hallway in one of my black dresses that had a slit all the way to my hip. The back dipped all the way down to make it practically backless. In my clutch I carried a small knife and a pair of brass knuckles. A woman never needed to be unarmed in my line of work. I met up with the three men that would be going with me. All of the men had 9mm handguns somewhere on their person. We wouldn’t be checked for weapons, but even we weren’t crazy enough not to take them with us. I had Nico set up on the roof across the street with a sniper rifle. If things went wrong he was there as a precaution. I hadn’t told anyone about him.

Anthony stepped into the foyer before we walked out. He was dressed in a black on black suit.

“I’m coming with you tonight Rosalina. I wouldn’t feel right otherwise,” he stated while taking in my dress and signature Louboutin heels.

“Like hell. I don’t trust you enough to even give you a ride to the club,” I spat.

“Fine. See you later,” he said with a tip of his head as he walked out the door.

“Let’s go before we’re late,” I called out to the men that were pretending to ignore the conversation we just had.

Perfect, the Italians were already here. Walking into VIP, I took a seat while my men did a sweep for listening devices.

“Welcome to Mexico. How are you enjoying your stay, Mr. Moretti?” I looked at the man I was here to meet.

“Cut the shit Ms. Velasquez. You know why we are here. We want answers for how our man ended up dead, and yet, you claim not to know anything,” he seethed.

“Sir, if you ever raise your voice to me like that again I will cut your tongue out. Now, as for your question of what happened to your man. We have reason to believe he was killed because some poor woman defended herself from rape,” I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. “I’m sure you are aware how we feel about rapists,” I snapped at him.

“No offense, ma’am. But I personally don’t give a shit how you feel. Unless it was your cunt he was fucking, then it’s none of your business,” Dominic practically shot back.

“Listen Mr. Moretti, we will let you take his body home. If you feel like you can narrow down who did it, then we will question them about it. That’s all I can give you.” I stated as I reached over to pat his knee. “Now let’s put this behind us. I would like to dance. Care to dance with me, Dominic? Can I call you that?” I gave him a seductive smile.

Might as well use him for a good time while we were here, right? Dominic seemed at ease, which is what I wanted. Men often thought with their dicks and that’s where I wanted his mind.

“Only if I may call you Rosalina,” he responded slightly tilting his head.

“Of course you can,” I said rising to my feet.

Placing his open palm on my lower back, we made our way down the stairs to the dancefloor. Demi Lovato’s Introduction, was blaring as we found our place on the dancefloor. Wrapping his arm around my body he pulled me closer, the other hand was on my thigh as he wrapped my leg around his hip. Yes! A man that knew just what he wanted.

Whispering in my ear he said, “Now that business is over, why don’t you and I get to know each other on a more personal level?”

Looking over his shoulder, I saw a familiar face. Standing at the bar, glaring over at Dominic and I, was none other than Anthony De Los Santos. Fucker must have followed us to the club.

Chuckling to myself I answered Dominic back, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix business and pleasure. And we both know that would be pleasurable for us both.”

Anthony had made his way over to us, he tapped Dominic on the shoulder. “Listen man, I’m going to take this next dance if you don’t mind,” he looked straight at me while he spoke to Dominic.

Glancing between Anthony and I, Dominic turned to me once more for my approval to dance with this intruder. With a nod, I agreed. Stepping close to me, Anthony spun me around and pulled my body back into his chest. We were aligned from my shoulder on his chest to his dick pressed into my ass. Oh gosh, that dick felt larger than even I had dared to imagine. I don’t know why, but stranger by Tove Lo was speaking to my need. Anthony had one hand on my hip and the other was wrapped around my neck.

Biting my lip, I tried to hold back the moan threatening to leave my lips as I felt his breath on my neck. “Amor, my dear Rosie, don’t you know I’m a jealous man when I see other men with their hands on my woman. I should bend you over my knee and spank that fine ass right here,” he murmured as he traced my ear with his tongue.

Oh, what I wanted that tongue to do to me.

With a shudder I couldn’t contain, I smarted back, “I don’t belong to you Tony. We have discussed that already.” Grabbing my hips, he turned me around and placed my leg around his body the way Dominic had done not long ago.

“Listen to me Rosie. Your tight pussy is practically begging me to fuck it. All you have to do is say yes. But if you get smart with me again then I won’t be spanking you… oh no, if you do that again then I am going to fuck that mouth.”

Hot damn. I was soaking wet. Choking out that I would be back, I walked as quickly as I could to the restroom. Closing myself in the stall furthest from the door, I leaned against the wall and lifted my dress up my thighs. I needed a release now or I was going to give in. Plunging my fingers into my soaked pussy, I began to fuck my fingers. It didn’t take long before I was whimpering out his name with my orgasm.

Hearing the door slam open and a woman letting out a gasp, I peeked through the slit where the door lock sat. A man threw her against the wall, across from the entrance to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he stalked his way over to the woman and slapped her hard enough that she fell to the floor. She let out a whimper as he pulled her up by her blonde hair and dragged her by the hair to the sink. Holding onto her throat with one hand, he lifted her dress, ripped her panties off, and then began to undo his pants. Internally screaming at myself to do something, I just stood there in surprise. My clutch dropped to the floor. Shit! Scrambling to pick it up and not be seen, it was no use.

“Don’t fucking move, putana,” he commanded as he stalked towards the stall I was in.

“Come out little kitty. I promise I won’t hurt you,” he sneered.

Opening my clutch, I put my brass knuckles on. As soon as he went to kick at the door I unlocked it. Standing as close as I could to the stall wall I let him kick his foot, planting directly into the toilet.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I gushed like an innocent little girl.

“Here let me help you,” turning to ‘help’ him remove his foot, I used as much strength as I could muster and elbowed him right in the chest. Knocking the wind out of him, I then turned around and delivered a left hook to his face.

He pulled his foot free when he fell to the side and stood up straight. Grabbing my right forearm, he head-butted me hard enough to make my jaw ache. Throwing me into the girl that was still standing stock-still at the sink, he attempted to smash my face into the mirror. Bracing myself, I threw my heel back and down. I slammed my heel right into his foot.

“Fucking, puta!” he shrieked.

I grasped my clutch and wrapped the chain around his throat with as much force as I could. Realizing that my strength was no match for his, I grabbed his head and bashed it into the marble of the sink over and over again. With a thud he fell to the floor. Leaning over him, I noticed that he wasn’t breathing. Hoping that he was merely unconscious, I squatted down to check his pulse. Fuck. He was dead. Looking up to the girl that was standing there in shock, she flinched as I reached out to grab her arm.

“You never saw me. Understand. He tried to rape you and fell down, hitting his head. That’s it. Got it?” I practically yelled as I shook her.

When she nodded at me I turned and walked out of the restroom. Passing the stairs leading up to the VIP area I waved to Dominic and indicated it was time to leave to Roman. Sliding into the backseat of the car waiting for us outside, I let out a breath as we drove away from the club. My heart rate didn’t slow until I walked into my office.