«18» Señor Espinosa

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We have been here for good two hours now, if not longer. But the anger in me doesn't go up in smoke, on the contrary, it only gets more exorbitant. Was Leroy just joking or did he seriously mean it? 

What am I thinking? He can't have meant it seriously at all! He can't just decide that! 

I take a deep breath. Absolutely never would I have thought that the bloody man who stood in front of my door a few weeks ago would put me in such a dilemma.

I admire him for wanting to be a good father to his daughter, but dragging innocent people like me into this is incredibly selfish and wrong! After all, we are not playing with ordinary people here, but with highly dangerous delinquents.

Above all, it drives me up the wall because his daughter is not being held there against her will, she is there of her own accord! I don't have to get her out. She probably won't even come with me! And what did he mean about my father? He spoke of an unpaid bill. What did my father do that I have to pay the liquidation for it in this way? 

Either way. I don't think that's the way to clear an unpaid bill. 

"What are you thinking about, chica?" I flinch, not having noticed his approaching footsteps. His breath hitting the back of my neck gives me goosebumps. 

I don't look him in his face - I certainly don't want to! There is most certainly a broad smile on his lips, which will ultimately only make me more upset. And I don't want to answer him either. Can't he just leave me alone? I will ignore him. At some point, he must leave.

So I cross my arms silently in front of my chest, look away, and prefer to look around the hall. Doesn't he actually have to go back and talk to some important people? What is he doing here with me? I realize that I really need distance from him because right now his proximity is making me furious! 

And as if all the excitement wasn't enough, he now blows against my cheek to get my attention. I close my eyes, struggling for control.

I briefly glance at him, discovering the twinkle in his eyes that reminds me that the devil himself must sit and dance in them whenever he annoys me.

The amusement, however, is not only visible in them, but in his whole face. He raises his eyebrows in a challenging manner, but I merely bite my tongue. I am not going to continue to strain my nerves.

He lifts his glass, swings the liquid in it a few times before putting it on his lips and finishing the glass in one go without taking his eyes off me. So I avert my gaze.

But a moment later I feel his breath on my skin again. An incredible fire begins to rise inside me, making my blood boil in the meantime. With a snap, I turn my head in the other direction so quickly that my neck makes an unpleasant cracking sound. 

Ouch, damn it! 

A throaty laugh sounds from my left side, whereupon I clench my hands into fists. Dickhead

"Leave me alone," I hiss but bite my lower lip hard a few seconds later. Fuck, I didn't want to talk after all! 

"Spit it out already. I can see that you're angry. Oh, I almost forgot. As we all know, you solve your problems with violence," he murmurs, whereupon I furiously look back at him. I solve my problems with violence? This guy has cracked nuts!

"I have never hurt anyone. You're the trigger for this," I hiss, meanwhile pressing my index finger on his chest.

Unimpressed, he raises an eyebrow, which makes me even angrier. But before I can say anything, a diabolical smirk spreads across his lips and he bends his head down slightly towards me, making me feel like he's casting a big shadow over me. I try to swallow the feeling of insecurity - in vain. 

"If I'm the trigger for your dominant side, how dominant do you think you'll be in bed? Because I would love to provoke you there," he whispers into my ear, causing my airways to close. For a moment I think my eyes are going to fall out so much I've torn them wide open. 

How can anyone be so... 

"If you really think I'm ever going to share a bed with you, you're a spiritual zero!" You can't just hear the excitement from my words, unfortunately, you can see it too, because immediately I feel the burning heat that first forms on my neck and then slowly creeps up until I must be as red as a crab. The corners of Leroy's mouth curl up, but before he can say anything else, I turn my back on him. 

And right after that, I hear him leave. 

Finally!

"Engaged, huh?" A voice flutters in my ear. For the second time that evening, I wince. What is wrong with these people? Instead of standing in front of me and addressing me, they stand behind me and cause my heart to stop. 

"Benjamin, right?", I ask nonetheless politely. 

"Oh, please don't. Just call me Ben." A smile that has surely melted or broken a few girls' hearts graces his lips. 

"All right then, Ben," I reply. 

Ben smiles and lets his gaze wander shamelessly down me once, causing my smile to slip. His gaze is not lustful. His look is suspicious and rather unfriendly, making me realize that the smile on his lips is fake. But why is he looking at me like that? 

"I can't believe he actually succeeded," he mumbles more to himself than to me, but I hear it. I frown in amazement. What is he babbling about? He takes a sip from his glass of water and looks around once before his gaze falls on me again. 

"What do you mean...-" I begin, but a voice I don't know cuts through my words. 

"Mademoiselle," a deep, masculine voice calls out. My gaze falls on a man, perhaps a little older than Leroy, dark-skinned, with dark hair and a neat beard, who seems to be coming straight towards me.

I hold my breath in surprise as he reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips, then breathes a kiss on the back of my hand. Who the hell is that? Dumbfounded, I stare at him as if he were not from this world, while he can only smile broadly at me as if we have known each other since childhood. 

"Phillipe Espinosa. What brings me the honor?", Leroy's voice rings out. The man called Phillipe immediately lets go of me and turns to Leroy, which I do likewise. Leroy stands nonchalantly in front of us, filled with elegance, looking down at Phillipe with no emotion visible on his face. 

"Leroy, my friend," he replies, spreading his arms again with a smile and taking a step towards Leroy, whereupon Phillipe is suddenly blinded by red laser pointers.

I gasp loudly as I realize that Leroy's men are pointing their guns at him. Ben grabs my arm, pulling me back and thus away from this man.

The music is turned down and some of the guests turn to us with interest, but no one runs out. How can they stay so calm? Aren't they afraid for their lives? If I could, I would hysterically leave this hall right now and they just watch instead of freaking out! 

"Oh, come on. I'm not here to cause trouble," Phillipe shouts, now raising his hands defensively. 

"Of course not, Philippe," Leroy counters calmly, puffing the air out of his cheeks. Then he raises his hand in the direction of the orchestra, whereupon they play louder again and the other guests pretend that nothing happened. I stumble. God, these people are funny! 

"Really Leroy, I just wanted to say hello to your fiancée! It's extremely interesting that she will soon be your wife, when you should be enemies. But well, where love falls, right? It's just funny that she doesn't wear a ring." Smiling, he looks around and winks at me. What's that supposed to mean?

Leroy said it just now and there was only him, Ben, Charles, his wife and me. What has Leroy done? I thought he was just teasing me, but now I think there's more behind it... 

"Touch her again and I'll be forced to break every single finger of yours," Leroy's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. 

"So it's really true? You grabbed her? You were really fast, I'll give you that," Phillipe says.

I look questioningly at Leroy, who is still calm, but he only looks at Phillipe. They're talking about me and even though I'm standing right here, I don't understand what they mean. 

"You should leave now, Señor Espinosa, before the host of the party arrives. He would probably kill you," interjects a waiter who joins the party. He keeps his head down, probably so that Phillipe won't hurt him, but he can't, after all the waiter is only the bearer of this news. 

"But I just got here," Phillipe exclaims with a grin, shaking his head. "Well, hospitality looks different." 

"I ask you to follow me now, Señor."

Phillipe laughingly drops his arms and reluctantly follows the waiter, but before he does he turns to Ben and winks at me, waving, whereupon Leroy's men unlock their weapons. I open my eyes in panic and look at Leroy, but he is leaning against the wall, his hands tucked into the pockets of his fine cloth trousers, not even blinking.

Why doesn't he demand his men to lower their weapons? Phillipe is unarmed and poses no threat, so why is he willing to allow the man to be shot? 

What do you think, Rina? That he's against violence? Have you forgotten that he's the Mafia boss? A murderer who loves killing? 

Swallowing, I lower my head. Of course. I should have thought of that... 

"We're leaving," Leroy immediately decides, and a moment later he's standing in front of me, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me behind him. 

"But sir...-" the waiter begins, but Leroy just walks past him. 

"You can tell Garcia that it is an insult for me if my enemies are allowed to step under my nose like this and there will be repercussions with him," is the only thing Leroy replies to that before we leave the hall. 

That was fast.



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Phillipe, Phillipe... what do you know?

Spill the tea, dude

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