From His Woman to His Rival’s Queen
Twirling a strand of her hair, she whispered, “Sure, but… what are we celebrating? Your virginity?”
My mouth dropped. She shoved me lightly and ran off into her bathroom.
Before we could go, a guard burst into my office. “Don Rivera's men attacked our North shipping district.”
“Prepare the cars then,” Lina ordered from the doorway.
I glanced at her. She held her gun, dressed in a black shirt, jeans, and boots, her hair tied. She locked eyes with me, winked, and said, “Plan that date, Don. This is my fight.”