Part 31
"Holy shit, Z, that was awesome!" Vince exclaimed as we all exited the bar. Even Dom was impressed by my proficient performance. I thanked them as we climbed into the Ferrari. Leon took the wheel as Dom, Brian and Vince slid into the backseat. I took my place up front and spun the tuner as we took off. I counted my money.
"Mercedes!" I screamed as we walked into the house. She ran into the kitchen and stopped short when she saw us all coming in.
"Holy fuck, where have you been? I've been worried sick!" she yelled. I tapped my foot and waited for her to finish.
"Okay, well, now that you're done," I said, fanning the money in front of her.
"Z..." she said, her voice trailing, "Where did you get that?" She snatched the money from my hands and sat down to count it. "It looks like there's five-hundred thousand dollars here!"
"Let's just say she's a lot better at pool than you are," Leon quipped. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he winked. I noticed that it was strangely quiet and looked around. I noticed that everyone else had ventured off into the house, leaving my sister, her boyfriend and me all by our lonesome.
"Jesus, Z," she said in amazement. I shrugged and winked at her.
"Need lessons?" I asked Leon. He flipped me off and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and headed toward the living room. For the first time since the arrival of Dom and Leon, I felt an uncharacteristic niceness flowing through my veins. I knew that I didn't like Letty but I could deal with her, Vince and I got along, I loved my sister, and because of that I liked Leon, I knew that Dom and I would end up together and that Mia and Brian seemed nice, so I decided to share my wealth.
"Hey Leon," I called. He peeked his head around the wall.
"Yo," he replied.
"Why don't you get everybody ready to go out?" I said sweetly. He looked confused, so I went on, "And Mercedes," she looked at me, "Let's go get us another car." She understood that I wanted to pull a quick job, but I was sure she didn't know why.
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Part 32
"Why do you want another car?" I asked, unbelievably confused, as usual. "We already have, like, 800."
"Well, our's are so... boring," she answered.
"Boring?!" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Just get the fuckin tools," she demanded. I sighed as I got up and headed to my room. I gathered all my tools that I'd recently cleaned and started packing them in the bag. Suddenly, there were familiar hands on my stomach and I smiled.
"Where you goin?" Leon asked, his voice low and very sexy. He pressed his cheek against mine and wrapped his arms all the way around me.
"Gotta take care of some business," I replied, smiling.
"No..." he whispered. "No... stay home, I haven't seen you all day." I giggled as I put my hand on his cheek.
"Sorry babe, gotta go," I said, grabbing my bag and walking past him. "Let's roll," I said to Z as I passed her.
"Wait, wait," she said. I turned to her. "We should take someone."
"Why?"
"Because I have two ladies in mind," she answered, opening her laptop and turning it toward me. I smiled at the brand new black Jaguar Arden and red with silver stripes Dodge Viper.
"Always had a thing for the redheads," I said, smiling and shaking my head. "Well, let's take..." I started, looking up. "Him."
"Me?!" Brian yelped. I laughed and looked at Z.
"Him?!" she said.
"Sure," I said, shrugging.
"Why me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. He obviously didn't wanna go and I really didn't care. He's the only one I could stand at the moment. I couldn't very well take Leon cuz I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off him and we couldn't take Dom cuz he was bein an asshole. Mia wouldn't have went and Letty was too busy tryin on her clothes.
"You're sane," I answered. He finally agreed and I headed passed him to the door. "And you're cute too," I joked, poking him in the stomach. I led the way to my Hemi Cuda, claiming the driver's seat, Z took the passenger with her computer in her lap, and Brian hopped in the back.
"Talk to me, where we goin?" I asked, once we were on the road. Z began typin away on her computer. She gave me a few directions and we pulled in front of a large, three story house.
"Whoa," all three of us whispered at the same time.
"Which one is this?" I asked.
"The Jag," Z answered. The girl always had a soft spot for Jaguar's. We got out and headed up the driveway.
"Come on, you!" I yelled at Brian. He rolled his eyes, but got out and followed us. I pulled out a tiny, calculator sized gadget and pressed the red button. The garage door opened and I flashed a quick smile in Brian's direction.
"Let's do this," I said. We walked in and I passed the "key" to Z. She jammed into the lock on the car door, twisted the top, and yanked it out. She opened the door just as I popped the hood.
"Whoa, whoa, what's this?" I asked, horrified at the sight. The car had triple wires and porcelain casing, which meant if I removed the wrong wire, the alarm would go off.
"What?" Z asked, her voice full off worry as she jumped out the car. She and Brian stood next to me and checked things out.
"I got it," Brian said. He grabbed a blue wire and a yellow one, then he closed his eyes.
"What are you psychic or somethin?" I yelled.
"Shut up," he said. My eyes widened.
"Tell me to shut up again and I'll beat you like a red-headed step child!" I said.
"Shut up," he repeated. I took a deep breath, but contained my anger. I'd wait til later to kick his ass.
"Grab that," he said, not letting go of the blue wire and pointing to the other end of it. I did as he said and as he counted off we pulled the wire out. The alarm didn't go off, so I knew we were ok.
I set everything up, shut the hood, and Z started the car with the key that just happened to still be in the ignition. She rolled out as Brian and I headed back to the Hemi Cuda. I had him read me directions that were set up on the computer and we headed to the next house. We got out and headed up to the garage. I opened it and Brian and I stepped in. Z pulled up and soon joined us.
"Mmm..." I mumbled, running my hand on the beautiful machine in front of me. Brian and I took care of the hood and Z unlocked the doors. I got in because there was no way I was gonna get anyone drive that car. Brian took over my Hemi Cuda and Z took the Jag. We headed out and were driving just fine until I saw three cars take up the three lane street.
"We got company," I said into the walky-talky that only Z and I had.
"Terrific," she replied. After a few seconds she said, "it's Ron."
"Who's Ron?!" I exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.
"I kicked his ass today at pool."
"Did you hustle him?" I asked, annoyed.
"Maybe..." I rolled my eyes and slammed my head against the head rest.
"Beautiful," I said to myself. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to me and instructed me to roll down the tinted window. I did so and looked at a large black man.
"Pull over!" he yelled. I stopped and pulled over, looking in my rear-view mirror to see Z and Brian also on the side of the road.
"Why I always got ta get the big thick motherfuckers?" I asked myself. The large man came to my window and pointed a gun at me.
"The fuck?!" I squeaked. He motioned, with the gun for me to get out. I did and saw Z and Brian out as well. We were soon standing next to each other, with our hands in the air.
"What's this about Ron?" Z asked.
"I want my money," he said.
"I don't have it," Z said.
"Give it to me or I shoot your sister," he said, pointing his gun at me, which meant there were two now pointing at me.
"That'll be the day," I said, looking to the side.
"You shut up!" another man said, a shorter man. After a lot of negotiating, the men took the Viper and left happily. I was so mad, I could feel my face burning. Z got in the Jaguar and told me to ride with her. I strongly refused because it was her fault I lost my Viper and got in the car with Brian.
We were driving in silence for the longest time until Brian said something, which didn't make the night any better. He announced that he was lost. We drove aimlessly around, looking for a road I knew and looking for Z's car. I don't know how we got seperated and I didn't care, all I cared about was getting home. Then there were sirens.
"Can this night get any worse?!" I yelled.
"Shut up," Brian said, slamming his foot on the gas, which threw my head against the head rest. I reached around and pulled my seatbelt on. This guy was crazy. We were now riding at 95 mph and we lost the cop, quite quickly actually.
"Are you sure you were a cop?" I asked.
"Yeah, well I did spend some time with Dom," he answered, smiling. This guy had such beautiful blue eyes... but not anywhere near as beautiful as Leon's green eyes. I just couldn't wait to get home, lay down... but nothing coulda prepared me for what was happening at my house.
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Part 33
"Ah great," I snarled as I looked around for the car containing Brian and my sister. It was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to look around. Suddenly, I heard sirens at a distance, but I intended to keep it that way. I put my foot to the floor and hauled ass home, hoping she'd know the way. I should've stayed out and looked for them, because when I pulled onto my road, my house wasn't the dark, rural place I'd left it.
"What the hell...?" I asked as I drove around the place. Cars were parked all over the street and the house was positvely trembling as music coarsed through the night. I wasn't sure how involved Dom was in this defamation of my home, but I knew he had to have a big part in it. I squealed intot he driveway and bursted through the kitchen door.
"Dominic!" I boomed. People parted and let me through to the living room where Dom was sitting on the couch with a leg over his shoulder. I walked around to the front of the couch, puzzled, and saw him entangled in... Letty. I was seething.d
"You," I said hatefully to him, pointing, "Outside. Now!" I stomped out the front door and slammed it behind me. Soon Dom followed.
"What is it now?" he asked, exasperated. I looked at him with a mix of hate, confusion and jealousy. I was hurt.
"What is it now?" I nearly whispered. He looked at me questioningly and I screamed, "What has it always been?" My voice cracked with force and emotion. I felt my eyes burning as I tried to control myself.
"Look, Z, listen," Dom said, sitting on the hood of some car. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. He waved me over and I sat beside him, sighing noticeably. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and looked at him. "Z, you know that... Well, I do care for you, you're a great person..."
"But you just don't like me, 'like that,' right? That it?" I asked sarcastically, standing up. My pride was aching.
"Dammit Zoraida!" he yelled, pounding on the car. He jumped up and was uncomfortably close to my face. "Why?" he screamed, "Why is it that every fucking conversation I try to have with you turns into some goddamn boxing match?" I turned my head to hide the fierocity in my face, "Huh?" he yelled. I turned on my heels and started to walk away. "Don't walk away from me," he said virulently, grasping my arm as he had the last time we'd gotten into a physical altercation.
"Hey asshole!" we heard. Our heads both snapped around to see my sister climbing out of the passenger seat of the red Hemi Cuda. "Get your hands off my sister." The cold, metallic quality of her voice seemed to scare him a little, but he never loosened his grip. I could hear Brian cursing softly as he raced around and over to Dom and I.
"Dominic," he said soothingly, "Don't do anything you're gonna regret," he warned. Dom looked at him icily, then tightened the bone-crushing grip he had on my upper arm. I looked at him expectantly.
"Are you stoned?" Mercedes asked harshly. "Did you hear what I said? Take your goddamn hand off her. Now!" he refused to yeild, instead, stared deep into my eyes. If he hadn't had such a strong hold on me, I might've been able to leave the situation. "One more chance," she warned. He glanced at her, but turned back to me.
"Dom," Brian said again. He ignored the shorter man and continued staring at me.
"Okay motherfucker, your funeral," Mercedes said roughly. I was spellbound as I watched her draw her fist back and hit him with full force. She knocked him onto the ground, but he didn't release my arm, so I went with him. I screamed as he landed on top of me.
"Dom, no!" Brian and I screamed simultaneously as he rebound and was on his feet, figting with Mercedes. I was scared, considering that he outweighed her by at least 150 pounds, but she was a lot stronger than I'd anticipated.
I jumped ot my feet and stumbled up the front walk "Leon! Now!" I screamed. He jogged outside and upon seeing Mercedes, Dom and Brian tangled up, he ran to them. Brian and Leon were working on pulling Dom away, and I took my sister by her waist and helped them yank the two apart.
"You are one crazy fuckin bastard!" She screamed at Dominic, pointing and trying to squirm away. I held her fast. Dom tried to get away from Leon and Brian, who each had an arm, but they were surprisingly forceful and held him steady.
"You fuckin bitch!" Dom screamed at the two of us. We looked at each other to see if we could figure out who we was talking to specifically, but it was no use.
"Come on, man," Leon said, trying to drag Dominic back inside, "You don't wanna do anything else you're not gonna remember but you're gonna regret tomorrow morning." Mercedes snarled at Leon's back as I kept hold of her waist. She was still trying to get away, but I wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"Stop," I commanded. She quit struggling when the three of them were out of sight. She let out a hair-curling scream and kicked the front fender of an extremely offensive domestic car in front of the house. I looked at her dubiously, but she just huffed. She looked at me, and I was unable to speak, so when I tried to thank her, no sound came. She nodded, and walked around to the side of the house and climbed down into the basement.
"Shit Zoraida, you need to get it together," I scolded myself. My legs felt like they'd fall out from under me, so I slid into the driver's seat of the car Mercedes and Brian had shown up in. Too caught up in the moment to think, Brian had left the keys in the ignition. I silently thanked him, threw the car into gear, and sped off toward Ron's place.
"This is for you, Mercedes," I said as I approached the home. I saw a limo in the driveway and pulled around it, then slammed on the brakes in front of it. "Aright Ron, here I come," I whispered as I pounded on the front door with my sore arm.
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Part 34
I stormed into the house and slammed the door behind me.
"Everybody out!" I screamed over the loud music. "You stay in," I said to Leon. Everyone stopped what they were doing whether it was dancing, smoking, or eating, in Vince's case, and looked at me.
"I said everybody out!" I repeated. Still no one moved. "Get out!" I screamed louder than I ever had in my entire life. The people jumped and were quick to scramble out the doors. Just as the last person was out, Dom came through the back door.
"Get out," I said to him.
"I live here," he replied.
"Leave," I demanded.
"No," he refused, shaking his head. I'd had enough. He'd hurt my sister, called me a bitch... I was just fuckin finished with him. I stomped toward a drawer under the sink, opened it, and pulled out a 9mm. I aimed it directly at Dom's head.
"Mercedes," Leon said, calmly.
"I said get out," I repeated. Dom stood there, looking only in my eyes.
"You can't make me leave," he rumbled.
"No?" I asked with a crazy grin on my face. I pulled the hammer back with both my thumbs. Leon came around my side and stood next to me.
"You don't wanna shoot him," he said.
"You don't know that," I answered quickly.
"Gimme the gun," Leon said softly.
"I'm gonna shoot someone today Leon and I really don't want it to be you," I said annoyed. Just then, we heard the ever popular sound of police sirens. We all stood in silence, waiting for them to pass, but they didn't. The tires squeaked out front as the cars came to a stop at my house. We heard them yelling and the sound of feet running toward the house.
"Aright let's move," Leon said quietly. Dom and I continued staring at one another as Leon gathered Letty, Mia, Vince, and Brian from the living room.
"Let's go," he said.
"I'm not goin anywhere without my sister," I said.
"We gotta go," Mia begged.
"Then go!" I demanded.
"I'm not leavin without you," Leon said, looking at me.
"Well I'm not leaving without my sister!"
"Goddamn it," Leon growled as he stomped toward me. Before I realized what he was doing, he'd picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and, in the process, took my gun. I began screaming and Dom was quick to cover my mouth. I tried biting him, but he acted as though nothing hurt him.
I was kicking wildly and beating Leon's back as I was carried to my Hemi Cuda and thrown in the backseat. Dom jumped in the front seat with Letty; Leon and Vince were in the back with me, and Brian and Mia occupied another car that must've been left in the scramble when people were leaving. As the police rounded the corner, we pulled out and were fired at before they decided to shoot at my house. I lifted my head from the ducking position I was in to see my windows being shattered along with the rest of my house... our house.
"My home," I whispered. "I'm homeless."
"You're not homeless," Leon said. I looked at him with eyes so big.
"I'm not?" I asked. "Did you not see the bullets flyin through the windows?"
"You're tellin me outta all them people that was at that party, you're not friends with none of em?" Dom asked.
"We have to go to Hector's," I said quietly, ignoring Dom.
"Are you stupid or somethin?" Dom asked.
"Hey Dom, come on," Leon said, defending me, I guess.
"We're escaping L.A., not making it known where we are," Dom said.
"Well where would you like to go?" I asked. "I have a cardboard box and some duct tape if ya like."
"We'll figure somethin out," Leon intervened.
"We have to find my sister," I said after a moment of thinking.
"Where could she be?" Dom asked. "Oh I forgot, she owns you, not the other way around."
"Hey, shut up," Leon said, anger obviously surfacing.
"I'm not in for your shit Leon," Dom said angrily.
"All you guys shut the fuck up!" Letty yelled. I remained quiet and looked out the window. I was worried about my sister as well as the cops. Why did they raid my house? And how the hell did they know where to find me? Sure I had a record, but that was for street fighting and a few D.U.I's, I'd never been arrested for stealing cars because Z and I were two of the best in the world.
I turned and looked at Leon. He was talking quietly with Vince. He had one arm resting on the back of the seat behind Vince and the other was on his leg. He had a gorgeous silver band on his thumb. I loved anything silver, but there was something about that ring that really caught my eye. I put my fingers around the ring and watched it sparkle as the lights of Baja passed by.
"You like that?" Leon asked quietly, but his voice still remained sexy as ever. I simply nodded. He took it off and held it in front of me. I slowly took it from him.
"You want it, it's yours," he offered.
"Shut up," I said.
"I'm serious." I looked at him. "Try it on," he said. I put it on my thumb and the first thing it did was slide off. We both laughed.
"We'll hook it up with some thread, it'll fit perfect."
"You're not givin it to me," I said, looking at him.
"You don't want it?" he asked.
"No, I do. I just..."
"Take it," he said, place the ring in my palm and closing my fingers around it. "Maybe we could get it to fit on that finger," he said, pointing to my left ring finger. I looked at him and arched my brow. We never said another word to each other.
"Ok, how much money does everyone have?" Dom asked, lifting his hips for easier access to his wallet.
"I've got thirty," Letty said. Dom threw his wallet in her lap and she took that as a hint to check his money. "Dom's got twenty-seven."
"Thirty-six," Leon said. I remained quiet. If we had to stay in a hotel, I had enough money for all of us for two weeks.
"Vince," Dom said. Vince handed all his money to Leon. He paused and counted it.
"Two dollars and thirty-six cents, Vince?" he asked.
"I haven't won a race in a while," Vince defended himself.
"Mercedes," Dom said.
"Uh... 50," I answered quickly.
"Well then," Dom continued. "We got enough for a hotel." Of course I had a lot more than 50, in fact, I had about four hundred and seventy-three dollars in large bills, but I wasn't letting all these people use my money. My sister taught me that and I swore I'd always remember. Just then, there were sirens.
"Jesus-fuckin-Christ!" I yelled. "Will I ever catch a break?!"
"What should I do?" Dom asked.
"Pull over," Letty replied.
"What?!" Dom yelped. Letty turned around and snatched my gun from Leon's lap.
"We're ready for em," she said, pulling the hammer back.
Dom pulled over and we all waited in silence for the cop to approach. When he did, Letty jumped out the car and aimed the gun at him. The other officer in the car got out and was heading toward Letty on my side of the car. I pushed the door open and the cop ran into it, but his hand managed to knock the gun outta Letty's grasp. I jumped out and kicked the cop in his nuts before beating him to the ground. I heard Dom, Leon, and Vince get out as the other cop headed toward me.
"Just cuz my woman's moppin the floor with your buddy is no reason for you to join in," Leon said just before kicking him. I continued kicking and punching the cop on the ground until I realized... the man wasn't moving... he was dead, so was the other cop.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, looking at my blood soaked hands. "I killed him! He's dead!" At that moment, arms seized my waist and carried me back to the car and we took off again. I stared at my hands and the blood on my shirt.
"He probably had a family," I said, raising an eyebrow, but staring at my hands. "A wife... kids..."
"You don't know that," Leon said, putting his arm around me. I demanded that Dom stop the car. I jumped out and threw up all over the place, then passed out.
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Chapter 35
"Zoraida," the less-than-smooth voice of none other than Ron greeted me. My arm hurt like hell, but I had to pay my sister back for helping me.
"Hey Ron," I said sweetly. I let my voice drop to a sexier octave before I continued speaking. "So, are you gonna let me in?"
"That depends," he said, moving himself closer to me. God the man was a disgusting pig.
"On?" I raised my eyebrows and licked my lips slowly.
"Are you here to steal from me again?" he asked coolly, bringing his face closer to mine. I had to keep from gagging.
"No, I thought we could work somethin out," I said, allowing my eyes to cloud with determination. It was the only way to keep my body from taking control and turning to run away.
"Well in that case," he said, trying to sound sexy, "come on in."
I walked into the house, and it was the biggest home I'd ever seen. Glass chandeliers hung from the cathedral ceilings, the rooms were huge and lavishly furnished. Even the carpet looked like it cost at least a million bucks.
"So Ron," I said, keeping my voice low, but businesslike, "about this agreement."
"Ah, yes, the agreement," he repeated. He waved me into a study-like room and offered me a drink, which I gladly accepted. I sat on the large chaise lounge, which was made from ivory imported from Africa and upholstered with genuine silk, Ron told me later. "What are you interested in?" he asked, sitting across from me.
"Well, Ron," I cooed, "I want your car."
"Oh!" he laughed, "The one you tried to steal from me tonight?" he over-emphasized the word "tried," which almost made me cringe, but I kept my cool.
"Yes, the Viper," I said coolly.
"Well, Zoraida, that car is my pride and joy, I can't just give it away, know what I mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction. Sadly, I knew exactly what he meant. I agreed and he led me upstairs. "Leroy," he said, stopping a man in the hallway, "Call my wife. Tell her to stay out with Carlos for the rest of the night. I'll be... Busy." His man-servant nodded and Ron just laughed so hard. I had to swallow an enormous lump in my throat, but managed to keep myself from choking. The man was wearing so much cologne and was just a hog.
He walked into the bedroom suite's bathroom and emerged momentarily, dressed in some kind of shiny marterial. I was sure it was silk, but I didn't want to be there any longer than I needed to be. He crawled into his bed, then ordered me to undress. I started to walk into the bathroom, but he stopped me. "Zorada!" he said, trying to be sexy again, "Why you goin in there? The show's out here."
"I was just gonna go slip outta these clothes," I said, forcing myself to be as sexy as I could. "You know, leather is so constricting." His eyes lit up with a thought, but I was ten steps ahead of him. I moved closer to the bed and turned around so I could sit next to him. I ran my hand across his lips, then across the bed, then across my lap. He laughed in agreement and requested that I get undressed just a little faster. I smiled and stood, then proceeded taking off my pants. I was thankful that I'd thought to wear cute panties, cuz I didn't wanna look like a totoal dumbass. I feeled the hot leather from my skin, then went to work on the tight shirt. The fabric gave way and I was able to yank it over my head and toss it to the floor. I shuffled over to the bed, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. I climbed under the covers and waited. I waited for a few minutes, but nothing happened. "Ron?" I purred. I sat up and looked at his face. He was sleeping.
"You motherfucker!" I whispered. I slapped his face, hoping to wake him up so that I could get the car keys, but he wasn't waking up. "Aright, Ron, wake the fuck up!" I said. He wasn't listening. I jumped off the bed and ran around to him. I slapped him again. "Holy shit," I said softly, "He's not breathing!"
With the quickness, I gathered my clothes and dashed out of the room. I was looking around for a way to get out of the house when a tall, muscular, attractive man ran into me. "Hey buddy," I said.
"Hello," he said, his voice rising and falling. I smiled at him. "Who are you?"
"Ron's mistress," I said quickly.
"Well, Ron's mistress, I suppose you'd like a ride home," he crooned. I smiled and ran my tongue across my teeth.
"I'll ride with you anywhere." I felt a little silly, making such suggestive comments to this man while I stood nearly naked in front of him.
"Well, that's a cute outfit," he commented, "How about we go see if it's still that cute on the floor of my car?" I smiled.
"What kinda car is it?" I asked.
"A Viper." My eyes lit up. I agreed and we were on our way.
I asked him to take the keys so he could turn it on, "Because I love to fuck in a roaring beast," I whispered. He kissed me full-on and I didn't mind kissin him back. We got into the car and I was all ready to go. He climbed in and turned on the car. I smiled as it came to life. He started to get into the backseat, but I pulled him into the front. He slid the seat back and I sat on his lap. We started goin at it pretty rough until there was a hair-curling scream.
"Shit!" he yelled, throwing me out of the car and off of his lap. I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone found Ron's body lying there on the bed, but I'd also hoped it'd be a little later. Nevertheless, forgotten, I climbed back into the car with my clothes and sped off toward the house. I stopped at an abandoned park a few miles away from Ron's to dress, then I headed straight for my home.
"What the shit is this?" I said quietly as I stared at what should've been my house. I saw red and blue lights, so I turned the car around and sped away. I parked in the garage of a friend of mine and hid the key in a drawer, then began walking home. A few yards down the road, and I'd be just in sight. But then, I was stopped by a police car.
"Zoraida Moreno," the officer said over his megaphone, "You're under arrest."
"Holy fuck," I thought. I stood grounded and waited.
"Hey cutie," one officer I was pretty familiar with said.
"Get away from me," I snarled at him. He held his hands up to show that he wasn't gonna touch me.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya baby," he said slyly.
"Yeah, that's for damn sure," I replied, taking a step away from him. I heard the sound of about a dozen guns preparing for fire.
"Look, Zoraida," the officer said, "We just wanna take you in to ask you some questions."
"Then why did he just say I was under arrest?" I asked quickly, interrupting him.
"Damn it, that's it, let's go." With lightning speed, he was behind me and in trhe process of removing his handcuffs from his belt. I had to think fast.
"You fucker!" I screamed as I slammed the back of my head into his face. He howled in pain and I caught him before he fell to the ground. I grabbed his gun and shoved him to the dirt. He was holding his nose, which was probably broken, and writhing in pain. I kicked his face and knew I'd hit his nose when he screamed with even more pain. The other officers were all over me, ready to take me down, but I stood with the gun pointed at the sleezy cop's face.
"Come on boys, you really wanna get into this?" I asked, using the same tone that had worked on Ron earlier. They were slowly advancing and closing in around me. I turned off the safety.
"Moreno," one of the men said, "Put the gun down, we don't want this." he sounded moer like a hostage negotiator than a police officer.
"What?" I asked, "This?" I pulled the trigger and shot the already injured policeman in the leg. Or arm. I don't really know, but I know I shot him. However, the next thing I remember, I was on a piece of rockand dressed in the ugliest blues I'd ever seen.
"Where am I?" I asked instinctively, even though I knew exactly where I was.
"Mexico City Women's Correctional Facility," the burly female guard who was seated behind a wodden desk answered. I looked back and saw that the rock had been a bed. Ha! A bed, right.
"Well, how long am I gonna be here?" I asked through the bars. She stood and moved slowly to me.
"From these papers," she said, looking down. I waited for a moment or two with no answer.
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
She looked up, a crooked smile on her face, "Looks like you've got yourself a long wait," she said. "Five at least." and with that, she reclaimed her perch. I laid down and thought about the past ten years without our parents. Hector moved out to California as soon as mom and dad died, and Mercedes had a really hard time dealing with it, but I... Well, I just shoved it all off like it was no big deal, then started going about my business and stealing cars.
"Hey! Hey!" I yelled after a long time of thinking and selfish reflection. The same guard walked down to my cell again and looked in my eyes.
"Yes, princess?" she asked sarcastically.
"Don't I get a phone call?"
"Holy shit, Z, that was awesome!" Vince exclaimed as we all exited the bar. Even Dom was impressed by my proficient performance. I thanked them as we climbed into the Ferrari. Leon took the wheel as Dom, Brian and Vince slid into the backseat. I took my place up front and spun the tuner as we took off. I counted my money.
"Mercedes!" I screamed as we walked into the house. She ran into the kitchen and stopped short when she saw us all coming in.
"Holy fuck, where have you been? I've been worried sick!" she yelled. I tapped my foot and waited for her to finish.
"Okay, well, now that you're done," I said, fanning the money in front of her.
"Z..." she said, her voice trailing, "Where did you get that?" She snatched the money from my hands and sat down to count it. "It looks like there's five-hundred thousand dollars here!"
"Let's just say she's a lot better at pool than you are," Leon quipped. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he winked. I noticed that it was strangely quiet and looked around. I noticed that everyone else had ventured off into the house, leaving my sister, her boyfriend and me all by our lonesome.
"Jesus, Z," she said in amazement. I shrugged and winked at her.
"Need lessons?" I asked Leon. He flipped me off and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and headed toward the living room. For the first time since the arrival of Dom and Leon, I felt an uncharacteristic niceness flowing through my veins. I knew that I didn't like Letty but I could deal with her, Vince and I got along, I loved my sister, and because of that I liked Leon, I knew that Dom and I would end up together and that Mia and Brian seemed nice, so I decided to share my wealth.
"Hey Leon," I called. He peeked his head around the wall.
"Yo," he replied.
"Why don't you get everybody ready to go out?" I said sweetly. He looked confused, so I went on, "And Mercedes," she looked at me, "Let's go get us another car." She understood that I wanted to pull a quick job, but I was sure she didn't know why.
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Part 32
"Why do you want another car?" I asked, unbelievably confused, as usual. "We already have, like, 800."
"Well, our's are so... boring," she answered.
"Boring?!" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Just get the fuckin tools," she demanded. I sighed as I got up and headed to my room. I gathered all my tools that I'd recently cleaned and started packing them in the bag. Suddenly, there were familiar hands on my stomach and I smiled.
"Where you goin?" Leon asked, his voice low and very sexy. He pressed his cheek against mine and wrapped his arms all the way around me.
"Gotta take care of some business," I replied, smiling.
"No..." he whispered. "No... stay home, I haven't seen you all day." I giggled as I put my hand on his cheek.
"Sorry babe, gotta go," I said, grabbing my bag and walking past him. "Let's roll," I said to Z as I passed her.
"Wait, wait," she said. I turned to her. "We should take someone."
"Why?"
"Because I have two ladies in mind," she answered, opening her laptop and turning it toward me. I smiled at the brand new black Jaguar Arden and red with silver stripes Dodge Viper.
"Always had a thing for the redheads," I said, smiling and shaking my head. "Well, let's take..." I started, looking up. "Him."
"Me?!" Brian yelped. I laughed and looked at Z.
"Him?!" she said.
"Sure," I said, shrugging.
"Why me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. He obviously didn't wanna go and I really didn't care. He's the only one I could stand at the moment. I couldn't very well take Leon cuz I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off him and we couldn't take Dom cuz he was bein an asshole. Mia wouldn't have went and Letty was too busy tryin on her clothes.
"You're sane," I answered. He finally agreed and I headed passed him to the door. "And you're cute too," I joked, poking him in the stomach. I led the way to my Hemi Cuda, claiming the driver's seat, Z took the passenger with her computer in her lap, and Brian hopped in the back.
"Talk to me, where we goin?" I asked, once we were on the road. Z began typin away on her computer. She gave me a few directions and we pulled in front of a large, three story house.
"Whoa," all three of us whispered at the same time.
"Which one is this?" I asked.
"The Jag," Z answered. The girl always had a soft spot for Jaguar's. We got out and headed up the driveway.
"Come on, you!" I yelled at Brian. He rolled his eyes, but got out and followed us. I pulled out a tiny, calculator sized gadget and pressed the red button. The garage door opened and I flashed a quick smile in Brian's direction.
"Let's do this," I said. We walked in and I passed the "key" to Z. She jammed into the lock on the car door, twisted the top, and yanked it out. She opened the door just as I popped the hood.
"Whoa, whoa, what's this?" I asked, horrified at the sight. The car had triple wires and porcelain casing, which meant if I removed the wrong wire, the alarm would go off.
"What?" Z asked, her voice full off worry as she jumped out the car. She and Brian stood next to me and checked things out.
"I got it," Brian said. He grabbed a blue wire and a yellow one, then he closed his eyes.
"What are you psychic or somethin?" I yelled.
"Shut up," he said. My eyes widened.
"Tell me to shut up again and I'll beat you like a red-headed step child!" I said.
"Shut up," he repeated. I took a deep breath, but contained my anger. I'd wait til later to kick his ass.
"Grab that," he said, not letting go of the blue wire and pointing to the other end of it. I did as he said and as he counted off we pulled the wire out. The alarm didn't go off, so I knew we were ok.
I set everything up, shut the hood, and Z started the car with the key that just happened to still be in the ignition. She rolled out as Brian and I headed back to the Hemi Cuda. I had him read me directions that were set up on the computer and we headed to the next house. We got out and headed up to the garage. I opened it and Brian and I stepped in. Z pulled up and soon joined us.
"Mmm..." I mumbled, running my hand on the beautiful machine in front of me. Brian and I took care of the hood and Z unlocked the doors. I got in because there was no way I was gonna get anyone drive that car. Brian took over my Hemi Cuda and Z took the Jag. We headed out and were driving just fine until I saw three cars take up the three lane street.
"We got company," I said into the walky-talky that only Z and I had.
"Terrific," she replied. After a few seconds she said, "it's Ron."
"Who's Ron?!" I exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.
"I kicked his ass today at pool."
"Did you hustle him?" I asked, annoyed.
"Maybe..." I rolled my eyes and slammed my head against the head rest.
"Beautiful," I said to myself. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to me and instructed me to roll down the tinted window. I did so and looked at a large black man.
"Pull over!" he yelled. I stopped and pulled over, looking in my rear-view mirror to see Z and Brian also on the side of the road.
"Why I always got ta get the big thick motherfuckers?" I asked myself. The large man came to my window and pointed a gun at me.
"The fuck?!" I squeaked. He motioned, with the gun for me to get out. I did and saw Z and Brian out as well. We were soon standing next to each other, with our hands in the air.
"What's this about Ron?" Z asked.
"I want my money," he said.
"I don't have it," Z said.
"Give it to me or I shoot your sister," he said, pointing his gun at me, which meant there were two now pointing at me.
"That'll be the day," I said, looking to the side.
"You shut up!" another man said, a shorter man. After a lot of negotiating, the men took the Viper and left happily. I was so mad, I could feel my face burning. Z got in the Jaguar and told me to ride with her. I strongly refused because it was her fault I lost my Viper and got in the car with Brian.
We were driving in silence for the longest time until Brian said something, which didn't make the night any better. He announced that he was lost. We drove aimlessly around, looking for a road I knew and looking for Z's car. I don't know how we got seperated and I didn't care, all I cared about was getting home. Then there were sirens.
"Can this night get any worse?!" I yelled.
"Shut up," Brian said, slamming his foot on the gas, which threw my head against the head rest. I reached around and pulled my seatbelt on. This guy was crazy. We were now riding at 95 mph and we lost the cop, quite quickly actually.
"Are you sure you were a cop?" I asked.
"Yeah, well I did spend some time with Dom," he answered, smiling. This guy had such beautiful blue eyes... but not anywhere near as beautiful as Leon's green eyes. I just couldn't wait to get home, lay down... but nothing coulda prepared me for what was happening at my house.
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Part 33
"Ah great," I snarled as I looked around for the car containing Brian and my sister. It was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to look around. Suddenly, I heard sirens at a distance, but I intended to keep it that way. I put my foot to the floor and hauled ass home, hoping she'd know the way. I should've stayed out and looked for them, because when I pulled onto my road, my house wasn't the dark, rural place I'd left it.
"What the hell...?" I asked as I drove around the place. Cars were parked all over the street and the house was positvely trembling as music coarsed through the night. I wasn't sure how involved Dom was in this defamation of my home, but I knew he had to have a big part in it. I squealed intot he driveway and bursted through the kitchen door.
"Dominic!" I boomed. People parted and let me through to the living room where Dom was sitting on the couch with a leg over his shoulder. I walked around to the front of the couch, puzzled, and saw him entangled in... Letty. I was seething.d
"You," I said hatefully to him, pointing, "Outside. Now!" I stomped out the front door and slammed it behind me. Soon Dom followed.
"What is it now?" he asked, exasperated. I looked at him with a mix of hate, confusion and jealousy. I was hurt.
"What is it now?" I nearly whispered. He looked at me questioningly and I screamed, "What has it always been?" My voice cracked with force and emotion. I felt my eyes burning as I tried to control myself.
"Look, Z, listen," Dom said, sitting on the hood of some car. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. He waved me over and I sat beside him, sighing noticeably. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and looked at him. "Z, you know that... Well, I do care for you, you're a great person..."
"But you just don't like me, 'like that,' right? That it?" I asked sarcastically, standing up. My pride was aching.
"Dammit Zoraida!" he yelled, pounding on the car. He jumped up and was uncomfortably close to my face. "Why?" he screamed, "Why is it that every fucking conversation I try to have with you turns into some goddamn boxing match?" I turned my head to hide the fierocity in my face, "Huh?" he yelled. I turned on my heels and started to walk away. "Don't walk away from me," he said virulently, grasping my arm as he had the last time we'd gotten into a physical altercation.
"Hey asshole!" we heard. Our heads both snapped around to see my sister climbing out of the passenger seat of the red Hemi Cuda. "Get your hands off my sister." The cold, metallic quality of her voice seemed to scare him a little, but he never loosened his grip. I could hear Brian cursing softly as he raced around and over to Dom and I.
"Dominic," he said soothingly, "Don't do anything you're gonna regret," he warned. Dom looked at him icily, then tightened the bone-crushing grip he had on my upper arm. I looked at him expectantly.
"Are you stoned?" Mercedes asked harshly. "Did you hear what I said? Take your goddamn hand off her. Now!" he refused to yeild, instead, stared deep into my eyes. If he hadn't had such a strong hold on me, I might've been able to leave the situation. "One more chance," she warned. He glanced at her, but turned back to me.
"Dom," Brian said again. He ignored the shorter man and continued staring at me.
"Okay motherfucker, your funeral," Mercedes said roughly. I was spellbound as I watched her draw her fist back and hit him with full force. She knocked him onto the ground, but he didn't release my arm, so I went with him. I screamed as he landed on top of me.
"Dom, no!" Brian and I screamed simultaneously as he rebound and was on his feet, figting with Mercedes. I was scared, considering that he outweighed her by at least 150 pounds, but she was a lot stronger than I'd anticipated.
I jumped ot my feet and stumbled up the front walk "Leon! Now!" I screamed. He jogged outside and upon seeing Mercedes, Dom and Brian tangled up, he ran to them. Brian and Leon were working on pulling Dom away, and I took my sister by her waist and helped them yank the two apart.
"You are one crazy fuckin bastard!" She screamed at Dominic, pointing and trying to squirm away. I held her fast. Dom tried to get away from Leon and Brian, who each had an arm, but they were surprisingly forceful and held him steady.
"You fuckin bitch!" Dom screamed at the two of us. We looked at each other to see if we could figure out who we was talking to specifically, but it was no use.
"Come on, man," Leon said, trying to drag Dominic back inside, "You don't wanna do anything else you're not gonna remember but you're gonna regret tomorrow morning." Mercedes snarled at Leon's back as I kept hold of her waist. She was still trying to get away, but I wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"Stop," I commanded. She quit struggling when the three of them were out of sight. She let out a hair-curling scream and kicked the front fender of an extremely offensive domestic car in front of the house. I looked at her dubiously, but she just huffed. She looked at me, and I was unable to speak, so when I tried to thank her, no sound came. She nodded, and walked around to the side of the house and climbed down into the basement.
"Shit Zoraida, you need to get it together," I scolded myself. My legs felt like they'd fall out from under me, so I slid into the driver's seat of the car Mercedes and Brian had shown up in. Too caught up in the moment to think, Brian had left the keys in the ignition. I silently thanked him, threw the car into gear, and sped off toward Ron's place.
"This is for you, Mercedes," I said as I approached the home. I saw a limo in the driveway and pulled around it, then slammed on the brakes in front of it. "Aright Ron, here I come," I whispered as I pounded on the front door with my sore arm.
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Part 34
I stormed into the house and slammed the door behind me.
"Everybody out!" I screamed over the loud music. "You stay in," I said to Leon. Everyone stopped what they were doing whether it was dancing, smoking, or eating, in Vince's case, and looked at me.
"I said everybody out!" I repeated. Still no one moved. "Get out!" I screamed louder than I ever had in my entire life. The people jumped and were quick to scramble out the doors. Just as the last person was out, Dom came through the back door.
"Get out," I said to him.
"I live here," he replied.
"Leave," I demanded.
"No," he refused, shaking his head. I'd had enough. He'd hurt my sister, called me a bitch... I was just fuckin finished with him. I stomped toward a drawer under the sink, opened it, and pulled out a 9mm. I aimed it directly at Dom's head.
"Mercedes," Leon said, calmly.
"I said get out," I repeated. Dom stood there, looking only in my eyes.
"You can't make me leave," he rumbled.
"No?" I asked with a crazy grin on my face. I pulled the hammer back with both my thumbs. Leon came around my side and stood next to me.
"You don't wanna shoot him," he said.
"You don't know that," I answered quickly.
"Gimme the gun," Leon said softly.
"I'm gonna shoot someone today Leon and I really don't want it to be you," I said annoyed. Just then, we heard the ever popular sound of police sirens. We all stood in silence, waiting for them to pass, but they didn't. The tires squeaked out front as the cars came to a stop at my house. We heard them yelling and the sound of feet running toward the house.
"Aright let's move," Leon said quietly. Dom and I continued staring at one another as Leon gathered Letty, Mia, Vince, and Brian from the living room.
"Let's go," he said.
"I'm not goin anywhere without my sister," I said.
"We gotta go," Mia begged.
"Then go!" I demanded.
"I'm not leavin without you," Leon said, looking at me.
"Well I'm not leaving without my sister!"
"Goddamn it," Leon growled as he stomped toward me. Before I realized what he was doing, he'd picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and, in the process, took my gun. I began screaming and Dom was quick to cover my mouth. I tried biting him, but he acted as though nothing hurt him.
I was kicking wildly and beating Leon's back as I was carried to my Hemi Cuda and thrown in the backseat. Dom jumped in the front seat with Letty; Leon and Vince were in the back with me, and Brian and Mia occupied another car that must've been left in the scramble when people were leaving. As the police rounded the corner, we pulled out and were fired at before they decided to shoot at my house. I lifted my head from the ducking position I was in to see my windows being shattered along with the rest of my house... our house.
"My home," I whispered. "I'm homeless."
"You're not homeless," Leon said. I looked at him with eyes so big.
"I'm not?" I asked. "Did you not see the bullets flyin through the windows?"
"You're tellin me outta all them people that was at that party, you're not friends with none of em?" Dom asked.
"We have to go to Hector's," I said quietly, ignoring Dom.
"Are you stupid or somethin?" Dom asked.
"Hey Dom, come on," Leon said, defending me, I guess.
"We're escaping L.A., not making it known where we are," Dom said.
"Well where would you like to go?" I asked. "I have a cardboard box and some duct tape if ya like."
"We'll figure somethin out," Leon intervened.
"We have to find my sister," I said after a moment of thinking.
"Where could she be?" Dom asked. "Oh I forgot, she owns you, not the other way around."
"Hey, shut up," Leon said, anger obviously surfacing.
"I'm not in for your shit Leon," Dom said angrily.
"All you guys shut the fuck up!" Letty yelled. I remained quiet and looked out the window. I was worried about my sister as well as the cops. Why did they raid my house? And how the hell did they know where to find me? Sure I had a record, but that was for street fighting and a few D.U.I's, I'd never been arrested for stealing cars because Z and I were two of the best in the world.
I turned and looked at Leon. He was talking quietly with Vince. He had one arm resting on the back of the seat behind Vince and the other was on his leg. He had a gorgeous silver band on his thumb. I loved anything silver, but there was something about that ring that really caught my eye. I put my fingers around the ring and watched it sparkle as the lights of Baja passed by.
"You like that?" Leon asked quietly, but his voice still remained sexy as ever. I simply nodded. He took it off and held it in front of me. I slowly took it from him.
"You want it, it's yours," he offered.
"Shut up," I said.
"I'm serious." I looked at him. "Try it on," he said. I put it on my thumb and the first thing it did was slide off. We both laughed.
"We'll hook it up with some thread, it'll fit perfect."
"You're not givin it to me," I said, looking at him.
"You don't want it?" he asked.
"No, I do. I just..."
"Take it," he said, place the ring in my palm and closing my fingers around it. "Maybe we could get it to fit on that finger," he said, pointing to my left ring finger. I looked at him and arched my brow. We never said another word to each other.
"Ok, how much money does everyone have?" Dom asked, lifting his hips for easier access to his wallet.
"I've got thirty," Letty said. Dom threw his wallet in her lap and she took that as a hint to check his money. "Dom's got twenty-seven."
"Thirty-six," Leon said. I remained quiet. If we had to stay in a hotel, I had enough money for all of us for two weeks.
"Vince," Dom said. Vince handed all his money to Leon. He paused and counted it.
"Two dollars and thirty-six cents, Vince?" he asked.
"I haven't won a race in a while," Vince defended himself.
"Mercedes," Dom said.
"Uh... 50," I answered quickly.
"Well then," Dom continued. "We got enough for a hotel." Of course I had a lot more than 50, in fact, I had about four hundred and seventy-three dollars in large bills, but I wasn't letting all these people use my money. My sister taught me that and I swore I'd always remember. Just then, there were sirens.
"Jesus-fuckin-Christ!" I yelled. "Will I ever catch a break?!"
"What should I do?" Dom asked.
"Pull over," Letty replied.
"What?!" Dom yelped. Letty turned around and snatched my gun from Leon's lap.
"We're ready for em," she said, pulling the hammer back.
Dom pulled over and we all waited in silence for the cop to approach. When he did, Letty jumped out the car and aimed the gun at him. The other officer in the car got out and was heading toward Letty on my side of the car. I pushed the door open and the cop ran into it, but his hand managed to knock the gun outta Letty's grasp. I jumped out and kicked the cop in his nuts before beating him to the ground. I heard Dom, Leon, and Vince get out as the other cop headed toward me.
"Just cuz my woman's moppin the floor with your buddy is no reason for you to join in," Leon said just before kicking him. I continued kicking and punching the cop on the ground until I realized... the man wasn't moving... he was dead, so was the other cop.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, looking at my blood soaked hands. "I killed him! He's dead!" At that moment, arms seized my waist and carried me back to the car and we took off again. I stared at my hands and the blood on my shirt.
"He probably had a family," I said, raising an eyebrow, but staring at my hands. "A wife... kids..."
"You don't know that," Leon said, putting his arm around me. I demanded that Dom stop the car. I jumped out and threw up all over the place, then passed out.
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Chapter 35
"Zoraida," the less-than-smooth voice of none other than Ron greeted me. My arm hurt like hell, but I had to pay my sister back for helping me.
"Hey Ron," I said sweetly. I let my voice drop to a sexier octave before I continued speaking. "So, are you gonna let me in?"
"That depends," he said, moving himself closer to me. God the man was a disgusting pig.
"On?" I raised my eyebrows and licked my lips slowly.
"Are you here to steal from me again?" he asked coolly, bringing his face closer to mine. I had to keep from gagging.
"No, I thought we could work somethin out," I said, allowing my eyes to cloud with determination. It was the only way to keep my body from taking control and turning to run away.
"Well in that case," he said, trying to sound sexy, "come on in."
I walked into the house, and it was the biggest home I'd ever seen. Glass chandeliers hung from the cathedral ceilings, the rooms were huge and lavishly furnished. Even the carpet looked like it cost at least a million bucks.
"So Ron," I said, keeping my voice low, but businesslike, "about this agreement."
"Ah, yes, the agreement," he repeated. He waved me into a study-like room and offered me a drink, which I gladly accepted. I sat on the large chaise lounge, which was made from ivory imported from Africa and upholstered with genuine silk, Ron told me later. "What are you interested in?" he asked, sitting across from me.
"Well, Ron," I cooed, "I want your car."
"Oh!" he laughed, "The one you tried to steal from me tonight?" he over-emphasized the word "tried," which almost made me cringe, but I kept my cool.
"Yes, the Viper," I said coolly.
"Well, Zoraida, that car is my pride and joy, I can't just give it away, know what I mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction. Sadly, I knew exactly what he meant. I agreed and he led me upstairs. "Leroy," he said, stopping a man in the hallway, "Call my wife. Tell her to stay out with Carlos for the rest of the night. I'll be... Busy." His man-servant nodded and Ron just laughed so hard. I had to swallow an enormous lump in my throat, but managed to keep myself from choking. The man was wearing so much cologne and was just a hog.
He walked into the bedroom suite's bathroom and emerged momentarily, dressed in some kind of shiny marterial. I was sure it was silk, but I didn't want to be there any longer than I needed to be. He crawled into his bed, then ordered me to undress. I started to walk into the bathroom, but he stopped me. "Zorada!" he said, trying to be sexy again, "Why you goin in there? The show's out here."
"I was just gonna go slip outta these clothes," I said, forcing myself to be as sexy as I could. "You know, leather is so constricting." His eyes lit up with a thought, but I was ten steps ahead of him. I moved closer to the bed and turned around so I could sit next to him. I ran my hand across his lips, then across the bed, then across my lap. He laughed in agreement and requested that I get undressed just a little faster. I smiled and stood, then proceeded taking off my pants. I was thankful that I'd thought to wear cute panties, cuz I didn't wanna look like a totoal dumbass. I feeled the hot leather from my skin, then went to work on the tight shirt. The fabric gave way and I was able to yank it over my head and toss it to the floor. I shuffled over to the bed, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. I climbed under the covers and waited. I waited for a few minutes, but nothing happened. "Ron?" I purred. I sat up and looked at his face. He was sleeping.
"You motherfucker!" I whispered. I slapped his face, hoping to wake him up so that I could get the car keys, but he wasn't waking up. "Aright, Ron, wake the fuck up!" I said. He wasn't listening. I jumped off the bed and ran around to him. I slapped him again. "Holy shit," I said softly, "He's not breathing!"
With the quickness, I gathered my clothes and dashed out of the room. I was looking around for a way to get out of the house when a tall, muscular, attractive man ran into me. "Hey buddy," I said.
"Hello," he said, his voice rising and falling. I smiled at him. "Who are you?"
"Ron's mistress," I said quickly.
"Well, Ron's mistress, I suppose you'd like a ride home," he crooned. I smiled and ran my tongue across my teeth.
"I'll ride with you anywhere." I felt a little silly, making such suggestive comments to this man while I stood nearly naked in front of him.
"Well, that's a cute outfit," he commented, "How about we go see if it's still that cute on the floor of my car?" I smiled.
"What kinda car is it?" I asked.
"A Viper." My eyes lit up. I agreed and we were on our way.
I asked him to take the keys so he could turn it on, "Because I love to fuck in a roaring beast," I whispered. He kissed me full-on and I didn't mind kissin him back. We got into the car and I was all ready to go. He climbed in and turned on the car. I smiled as it came to life. He started to get into the backseat, but I pulled him into the front. He slid the seat back and I sat on his lap. We started goin at it pretty rough until there was a hair-curling scream.
"Shit!" he yelled, throwing me out of the car and off of his lap. I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone found Ron's body lying there on the bed, but I'd also hoped it'd be a little later. Nevertheless, forgotten, I climbed back into the car with my clothes and sped off toward the house. I stopped at an abandoned park a few miles away from Ron's to dress, then I headed straight for my home.
"What the shit is this?" I said quietly as I stared at what should've been my house. I saw red and blue lights, so I turned the car around and sped away. I parked in the garage of a friend of mine and hid the key in a drawer, then began walking home. A few yards down the road, and I'd be just in sight. But then, I was stopped by a police car.
"Zoraida Moreno," the officer said over his megaphone, "You're under arrest."
"Holy fuck," I thought. I stood grounded and waited.
"Hey cutie," one officer I was pretty familiar with said.
"Get away from me," I snarled at him. He held his hands up to show that he wasn't gonna touch me.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya baby," he said slyly.
"Yeah, that's for damn sure," I replied, taking a step away from him. I heard the sound of about a dozen guns preparing for fire.
"Look, Zoraida," the officer said, "We just wanna take you in to ask you some questions."
"Then why did he just say I was under arrest?" I asked quickly, interrupting him.
"Damn it, that's it, let's go." With lightning speed, he was behind me and in trhe process of removing his handcuffs from his belt. I had to think fast.
"You fucker!" I screamed as I slammed the back of my head into his face. He howled in pain and I caught him before he fell to the ground. I grabbed his gun and shoved him to the dirt. He was holding his nose, which was probably broken, and writhing in pain. I kicked his face and knew I'd hit his nose when he screamed with even more pain. The other officers were all over me, ready to take me down, but I stood with the gun pointed at the sleezy cop's face.
"Come on boys, you really wanna get into this?" I asked, using the same tone that had worked on Ron earlier. They were slowly advancing and closing in around me. I turned off the safety.
"Moreno," one of the men said, "Put the gun down, we don't want this." he sounded moer like a hostage negotiator than a police officer.
"What?" I asked, "This?" I pulled the trigger and shot the already injured policeman in the leg. Or arm. I don't really know, but I know I shot him. However, the next thing I remember, I was on a piece of rockand dressed in the ugliest blues I'd ever seen.
"Where am I?" I asked instinctively, even though I knew exactly where I was.
"Mexico City Women's Correctional Facility," the burly female guard who was seated behind a wodden desk answered. I looked back and saw that the rock had been a bed. Ha! A bed, right.
"Well, how long am I gonna be here?" I asked through the bars. She stood and moved slowly to me.
"From these papers," she said, looking down. I waited for a moment or two with no answer.
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
She looked up, a crooked smile on her face, "Looks like you've got yourself a long wait," she said. "Five at least." and with that, she reclaimed her perch. I laid down and thought about the past ten years without our parents. Hector moved out to California as soon as mom and dad died, and Mercedes had a really hard time dealing with it, but I... Well, I just shoved it all off like it was no big deal, then started going about my business and stealing cars.
"Hey! Hey!" I yelled after a long time of thinking and selfish reflection. The same guard walked down to my cell again and looked in my eyes.
"Yes, princess?" she asked sarcastically.
"Don't I get a phone call?"