Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, all events are fictional and for entertainment only.

a/n: Yes, starting another story, had an idea and I couldn't help myself. So, I have changed the female OC name from Pilar to Sofia for this fic, it seem more appropriate for the story. Much thanks to Prettycrazytriplehfan and HunterPleasure for always showing support of my stories. Hope everyone enjoys this one…

Our story begins in Las Vegas, NV with the twenty six year old Latin temptress, Sofia Escobar, who is donned by most as the mob princess. Her life was filled with fast cars, big bank accounts, large mansions, and no shortage of male admirers. She wanted for nothing, and was more than happy to lavish these things on her inner circle. But this past year things had come to a screeching halt, her family business was under siege, and she being an only child, had to step in and take the lead. She wasn't alone in all of this, she was married to who her father had handpicked to be the face of his US territory. To the outside world things appeared to be getting better, but the past ten days have been sheer hell for her, and her cousin, Nikki Bella. Both have endured relentless bombarding from the LVPD, they are wanted for questioning in the murder of Sofia's husband, Dave Batista. He was found shot and killed at their mansion. It is not as though the Police didn't have many other suspects to choose from, Dave was heavily affiliated with the local mob, but the Police just found it much easier to place their focus on Sofia. Why not, her father Antonio Escobar was on the top ten FBI list of notorious Cartel leaders, but has eluded prosecution for many years, if they couldn't get him, they would settle for her. The only saving grace Sofia found through all of this was Nikki, they were like sisters, and would do anything for each other. And there lies the problem, neither one had a solid alibi on the day of the murder. But that will soon change, Sofia learned very well from her father, he taught her the art of smoke and mirrors, and to never tell anyone more than they ask you.

Sofia's Mansion...

Today was Dave's funeral, and Sofia sat stoically on her elevated raised platform, four post bed. It was decorated extravagantly with the rich color pallets of purple and black, with undertones of gold. She wore a plain black long sleeve bandage dress, with black stilettos. Her lips were colored ruby red, and her hair was neatly pinned up into a bun. Now that the funeral was over, and everyone was back at her home to supposedly pay their respects, she needed to prepare herself to face the many "mourners", and the leaches who would be trying to detect if she were now the true head of the family business. She turned her head as the door opened, and she let her guard down when she saw Nikki slowly walking in. "How is it down there?"

Nikki sat on the bed beside Sofia, and rolled her eyes. "Just as you thought, there has to be over a hundred people downstairs. I didn't think Dave had any friends." She scoffed.

Sofia held Nikki's hand. "He didn't, they are here to watch how I am handling everything. How you holding up?"

Nikki played with a strand of her hair. "I'm okay, I guess. I will be a lot better when I see John tonight. I think I can get him to be my alibi for that night."

Sofia nodded. "Good, do whatever it takes. The sooner he is locked into the plan, the sooner I can go for questioning. We both have hidden behind our attorneys for long enough. But remember, do not tell him you were here that day, this way I can tell the cops I discovered the body alone."

"Are you sure? I mean, what if?"

Sofia turned to Nikki, and held her shoulders tightly. "No what if's, we stick to the plan, and then this all goes away. I haven't gone through all of this for you to implicate yourself. Let me take the heat, they have nothing…nothing…" Sofia weakly smiled at Nikki, and then walked towards the doors. "We need to go downstairs, so I can face my audience."

Nikki nodded in agreement. "You know he doesn't deserve all of this, he was a selfish prick that got what was coming to him."

Sofia breathed heavily. "You know that, and I know that, but those hypocrites downstairs think otherwise. Just keep strong, okay?"

Nikki pulled Sofia into a hug. "I'm strong, but don't you go holding all this crap inside. I'm here for you, always."

Sofia pulled back. "We both are strong. So, no more sadness, we are Escobar's."

Sofia and Nikki walked down the long staircase, with their arms interlocked together. Sofia took a deep breath as they walked inside the living area. All she saw was a sea of black suits worn by who's who of the Las Vegas mafia scene. She had to smile to herself thinking who was going to speak with her first. Her father always warned her, whoever approaches you first during a crisis, is more than likely your enemy rather than your friend. One person definitely stood out to her, it was a very tall muscular blonde haired man. She noticed he had not approached anyone, all the attendees were approaching him. She also couldn't help but notice his entourage that surrounded him, those men were too quite large.

Sofia and Nikki both were startled by the sudden commotion at the front entrance. Sofia closed her eyes, and sighed. "Nikki, go upstairs and don't come down until I say so, go."

Nikki pulled her hair into her face. "Don't these pigs have any respect, it is a damn funeral for god sakes."

Sofia discreetly started pushing Nikki into the other direction of where the cops were. "Go!"

Sofia ran her hand over her dress, and walked over to the two police officers. "You are trespassing, this is a private affair."

The two officers looked at one another and laughed. The lead officer, Ken Anderson, spoke first. "There is nothing private about this mockery of a funeral. You and your cousin have been shielded by your attorneys for long enough, so we figured we would come to you. How about we take this into a not so crowded area, Mrs. Batista?"

Sofia stood with her cleavage pushed up, and placed one hand on Ken's shoulder. She licked her ruby red lips slightly, and watched the officers begin to become more interested in her breasts, then asking questions. "I would really like to help you gentlemen out with your growing questions, but as you can see, my attorney is not present. You wouldn't want to jeopardize the investigation, would you?"

Ken cleared his throat and backed up, he was a little too close for comfort. "Okay, Mrs. Batista, but next time…I will expect for you to be this up close and personal." He smirked. "Your husband never saw it coming, wow."

Sofia batted her eyes. "Does any man see when their coming…or going?" She now backed away and held the door open. "I really need to get back to my guests, my attorney will be in touch." She didn't even wait to hear what they had to reply, she simply shut the door and leaned her back against it, as she looked up the stairs, she noticed Nikki giggling.

Nikki walked down the stairs, and clapped. "Very nice cuz…Couldn't have done better myself."

"Whatever…You really need to work on John. Is he coming today?"

Nikki smirked devilishly. "Oh yeah, I just sent him a selfie, and he said he would be here, real quick."

As the two women shared a naughty laugh, a man with a blonde streak in his hair approached them. "Excuse me, Mrs. Batista…My brother would like to see you, to express his condolences."

Sofia was first taken back by the man's choice of hair color, but then quickly became annoyed. "First off, who are you? And secondly, how rude, my husband was just buried and your brother doesn't have the decency to approach me himself?

"My apologies, my name is Seth Levesque, and I am very sorry for your husband's untimely death. My brother is out by the pool, he would prefer to express his condolences in private."

Nikki also annoyed, cut in. "Your brother must be some sort of an idiot, does he even know who she is?"

Seth gave a half smile. "Funny, I was going to say do you know who my brother is, but obviously you two don't have a clue."

Sofia having had enough. "You tell your brother, I got his so called condolences. Come on Nikki."

"Well, if that is how you want it." Seth shook his head and walked outside to his brother. He knew this was going to be fun, not. "Ah, Paul, she doesn't know who you are, and she is refusing to come outside. What do you want to do?"

Paul stood in his black Italian suit, his back was to Seth as he stared into the pool. "Really, was she a bitch when she talked to you?"

"Of course, she is every bit of a spoiled brat. Should we scare her a little?"

Paul turned around. "No, I will go to her...if she wants to be a little brat, I will be her daddy."

Paul stepped back into the room, the crowd parted as he walked, it was like the parting of the red sea. His face had no expression, but his body language was stiff and stern as he approached Sofia. "Mrs. Batista?"

Sofia cocked her eyebrow as she looked up to his face. "So, you can walk. Surprised you didn't feel the need to have your little friends with you."

Paul leaned down, and his lips were inches away from her ear. "Such a smart little mouth from someone who is sitting on the hot seat with the cops, not to mention it is going to get a whole lot hotter after you hear what I have to say."

Sofia narrowed her eyes when she stepped back. "Excuse me? You must have me mistaken with your idiot goons over there, I don't cling on to your every word."

Paul put on a fake smile, as he lightly pulled her arm. "Fine, how about I just catch up with the detectives that just left, and give them my statement of the conversation I had with Dave, on the day he was murderer."

Sofia's heart began to race, but she returned the fake smile back to him. "What do you want?"

"Be a good little girl, and meet outside at the pool." Paul let her arm go, as he gave her an evil glare.

Nikki stood in fear as she watched Paul walk away. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know, Nicole. But I'm going to find out."

Sofia stood with her hand on her hip, as she watched Paul staring at the pool. "I'm here. What do you want?"

Paul smirked as he walked closer to her. "You might want to fix that face of yours, didn't your mother ever tell you that it may get stuck like that? Trust me, it is not a good look."

"Really, with a nose like yours, I wouldn't talk about anyone's looks."

Paul was unamused. "Let's see if you still have jokes after you hear what I am about to say."

Sofia now had both hands on her hips. "Oh, get on with it. This isn't The Godfather, and you sure as hell are not Marlon Brando…Maybe Al Pacino, that nose of yours is a perfect fit."

"Okay you little smartass. Dave had an unpaid debt with me, since you are his…grieving widow." Paul cleared his throat. "The debt is now passed onto you. I expect payment by the end of the week."

Sofia furrowed her brows. "I don't owe you shit. Whatever you and Dave had going on, has nothing to do with me."

Paul snatched her by the arm, and yanked her into his chest. "Not so fast princess, Dave used your club as collateral, if you don't pay, I'll own it."

Sofia stared into his eyes, as her body was pressed against his. Neither backed away, as their tempers ignited into outer body heat, which gave both of them a shiver, but they ignored it. "You have lost your damn mind, and are about to lose your last breathe, if you threaten me again."

Paul continued to hold her against him, and his voice was laced with sarcasm. "Are those the last words Dave heard…?" His voice went deeper. "If you don't pay me, I will be forced to tell the police the conversation Dave and I had, it was about you, and it wasn't very flattering."

Sofia was seething, and her heart raced. Paul felt it and smirked down at her. "What did he say…!"

"Ah…Ah…Ah…I will develop a case of amnesia when I speak with the police, once you repay the five million dollars I loaned Dave."

Sofia's mouth fell open, and Paul used his index finger to lift her lower lip up. She quickly smacked it away, as she swallowed hard. She didn't know what Paul knew, but she could tell by his eyes, it was big. She didn't need anyone else nipping at her heels. "I don't have that kind of cash, especially now."

Paul looked at the mansion. "I think a woman like you can find a way." He then looked down to her cleavage. "You have assets."

Sofia shoved him the chest. "You are a rotten son of bitch, you know that!"

Paul became amused by her little outburst. He ran his finger along her jaw. "Tell me something I don't already know. Look, I am giving you a little break, normally I would have already taken your club." Paul started walking away. "I'll be in touch, princess."

Sofia was becoming angrier and angrier as he walked away. She remained outside and tried to figure out what she could do. She knew he had her by the cojones, but she wasn't going down without a fight. "Okay, Mr. Levesque, you want to dance with the princess, you better get ready, because you have no idea what this little girl can do." She muttered aloud.

TBC…Thank you for reading…This is a new fic, so I really need your feedback to determine if I should continue or trash it…Sofia and Paul are very similar, but time will tell what their fate will be….As always, opinions and suggestions are welcomed…