like a sweet old lady. Butter wouldn’t melt and all that, but I know enough of her sins to be rock fucking solid in what I’m about to do.
“Señor D’Ardo, I’m sorry for being late.”
She’s not late, she’s actually fifteen minutes early but I force a smile. “No worries, I was enjoying a drink while I waited.”
She smiles back at me when I stand for her to take her seat, Frank holding it and helping her sit. She orders a tequila, still using that soft voice of hers like she’s such a fucking sweet, harmless thing.
She pulls a notepad and a tablet out of her bag, setting them on the table as she grabs a pair of glasses. “We should get right into this, yes? I know you are a busy man. Many businesses to run.”
I half-shrug, seeing through the bullshit. She’s here for more than just the job of finding me a girl. One of her sons might be missing but she has many others to assist. All of them are in the trafficking business. Girls, drugs, guns, she’s here to sell me a helluva lot more than unwilling pussy.
“I have a lot going on but I’m after something very specific. I know you’re the best at procuring very specific items.”
She nods and starts to shift the papers around, ready to take notes. The tablet will have a whole fucking catalog of girls on it, ready to show me once she’s narrowed the list down from my description. Too bad I have my own list.
Frank himself places the tequila down on the table, not once making eye contact. Maya doesn’t acknowledge him, just takes the shot like a fucking pro and motions for another. I start counting in my head, even as I speak.
“I’m after a blonde. Big blue eyes. I don’t want a starved woman, I want all the right curves. I want her to look like a million fucking dollars on my arm.”
She nods and scratches down notes in Spanish. I pause for a second, still counting down, and when I see her fingers start to tremble, I continue.
“I want her to be a painter, a forgotten and abused child. I want you to receive her as a bride for your dipshit son and for him to get pissed she’s not a virgin. I want you to take her photos in a shower and then sell her on to the Alcatron cartel for fucking big money.”
The pen drops and her hand comes up to clutch at her throat, the fiery poison spreading slowly through her body until she’s burning from the inside out. Her eyes flare wide as she gasps and looks over to me.
“You had to know… you had to know that someday, someone that you sold would fuck you over. You had to be waiting for the moment. I know you’ve made it a long way, too fucking long for my liking, but it ends here. You made her feel like a piece of meat, you handed her off to her rapists. Unfortunately for you, I found her. Brought her home, fixed her, made a list, and Maya, your time is up. Say hi to Mecedo for me when you get to hell. Fuck, he screamed so fucking perfectly for me.”
She coughs and blood sprays out of her mouth, the hacking sounds of her choking on it like a soothing melody to my soul. I should tape it for my girl, take it home for her to listen to, but she doesn’t really need it. The only thing she needs is the organ twisting and failing in Maya's chest right now.
Her eyes finally cloud over, her arms stop jerking and her body slumps against the table as it finally gives out. I sit there and wait, just to be sure her heart has stopped pumping before I move to prep what I need.
I’m not going to make a big fucking mess for Frank and his family to clean up, no way I’d disrespect them like that, but I’m also not taking her home with me. Nah, Odie’s had her safe space invaded too much in the last few months, I’ll do what I need to here.
I get the plastic sheet laid out and get the corpse on it, slicing open her chest and cracking the ribs. Fuck, I’ve done this enough times now that it’s like clockwork to get to the organ my girl deserves to have. It takes an hour and no one interrupts