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  It was quiet now, apart from the sound of zippers being done and beer bottles cracked. Maya smelled her sister’s perfume in the dust of the floor and gathered her courage to act out her final play. To their surprise the slight Latina slowly came to her feet and stared at Carlos with eyes void of life.

  “Leave us, boys,” he said and the two lieutenants marched from the room as they watched Maya. Perez blew her a kiss and the two laughed their way upstairs. She looked at Carlos.

  “What about you?” she said without thinking. But she was right. She had him alone now. And he liked her defiance.

  “Me?”

  “What? You don’t have the stones to do it yourself?” she mocked him as he walked towards her. She did not expect the wallop she received and he sent her back to the floor. Her lower abdomen ached, her pussy burned and her back peeled with every move, but she did not care anymore. It all became numb, not her body, but her emotions. All she craved was watching a few rounds open up Carlos’ brains.

  Maya made sure that she crawled to where she could reach her purse. Her skinned knees burned as she crawled. From behind her Carlos stalked.

  “You want to see what I can do?” he smirked as he dropped his pants with one hand, bottle of tequila in the other. Maya felt the cold liquid fall over her back and seeping through the crack of her ass, igniting once more the raw wounds on her back and between her legs, but she wouldn’t cry. That was for when her sister was avenged. He pulled her up by her hair, stabbing a headache through her skull. The naked towering kingpin threw her effortlessly against the wall and fell against her. Maya caught her breath when Carlos wedged her between the cold mortar wall and his body, rubbing alcohol into her crack with his one hand. Her body struggled under his weight as he penetrated her anus, using tequila as an ineffective lubricant. The small Latina bellowed as Carlos split her open from behind, his grunts like that of a boar in the shady corner of the basement. Her nipples chafed hard against the crude wall and peeled under the assault of Carlos’ savage fucking and she bit her torn lips in agony.

  She let him.

  In his violent trance, he did not see her reaching for her purse and after a few misses, she finally pulled the loaded Glock free. His cadence increased, and he threw his head back in the sheer pleasure of her cries entwined with the tightness around his shaft. Maya whispered to him to kiss her and in the throes of ecstasy he obliged. As he came near she carefully gripped the gun.

  “Do you know who I am?” she whispered sensually.

  He stopped moving his hips and tightened his hold on her.

  “Yes. I do,” he gloated with delight. “You fuck better than your sister.”

  Maya’s heart stopped. She knew he knew. His fate was sealed. She squeezed the trigger and pinched her eyes shut as she opened fire, ripping eight rounds through his flesh and propelling him backwards onto the table. Crimson smiled his wounds as she watched his eyes grow light and his throat hissed for his final breath, but he smiled. He smiled.

  Maya heard the others come down, but she didn’t care. Her sister’s killer got his due. In the pale light of the basement, the gang congregated without a word.

  “There’s your leader, fuckers!” she screamed in rage, waving her gun aloft. Maya laughed maniacally over Carlos’ corpse. “I am Maya Martinez. Do you remember my sister, Angelita? Carlos did. You won’t be running these guns again soon, will you?”

  “Oh, but we will,” a voice came from the small gathering. From among the men a beautiful young woman stepped forward. She had a branding iron in her hand. Maya fell to her knees.

  “Angelita?” she coughed in disbelief, her mouth quivering in awe.

  “We are moving our next shipment tonight, in fact,” her sister said as she placed the brand of the iron in the furnace.

  Maya sobbed in astonishment and disappointment as her beloved sister hunched next to her.

  “Carlos is not the leader of this gang, mija. I am,” Angelita said softly as Ruiz passed her the iron and two of the men held Maya down. “But we are not gun runners. We deal in trafficking women.”

  The pain snaked through Maya’s body as the hot iron fell into her flesh, leaving a swollen red butterfly in its wake.

  “And tonight’s shipment…” Angelita said as Maya lost consciousness. Her words echoed in her savior’s ear, “…tonight’s shipment, is you.”

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