The sound of clinking cutlery and the smell of hot chocolate roused Mia from her light slumber. She slowly opened her eyes, a groan escaping her throat as she rolled onto her stomach, muffling her complaint into her pillow.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoU9CF99dZR
"Mia Sonia Ramirez, get up or I'm coming to get you!" her mother yelled from downstairs. Who had opened her house, she wondered. She blindly rummaged through her bed to find her phone within the folds of her sheets. She found it not far from her thigh and checked the time. 11 o'clock.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCBEAfmRs4K
"Mia! I won't repeat myself," her mother yelled again.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyE3bRb5kpC
Not wanting to provoke her anger early in the morning, she got up without further delay and headed to the bathroom adjacent to her room to freshen up. Her face was pale from lack of sleep, and her hair was in disarray from the hairspray she had used the previous night. What a night, she thought. She had planned for a simple outing, a fair exchange, but that bastard had tried to play it smarter. The result? He ended up six feet under. A faint smile crossed her lips as she stepped into the shower, turning on the music from the wall speakers. The soft melody of "Love in the Dark" by Leroy Sanchez filled the air, and she hummed the lyrics softly, letting the hot water cascade over her body. The bathroom door opened, and Mariana's head appeared.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpBUtDFQmbP
"Are you ready?" she asked in a small voice. She slipped gently through the slightly ajar door and sat on the bench to the right of the bathroom, under the window.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1GFKQOVmcl
"Almost. But they can't start the reunion without me anyway," she stated nonchalantly, wrapping herself in a thick cotton towel. With the tips of her toes, she moved around in front of the mirror, where a shelf filled with various lotions and ointments was hidden.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQtr1nQ25LQ
Mariana nodded and watched her older sister bustling to get ready. She observed Mia spreading a white cream along her arms before moving on to her chest and legs.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpJeuyDNUj
"Who triggered the meeting?" Mariana inquired, trying to appear as detached as possible.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7qWcjkXFF
Mia halted her movements, closing the drawer she had been rummaging in. She leaned against the wardrobe, arms crossed, and looked at her with a smile. "I don't know," she said.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOyZnTjaYU
Mariane rolled her eyes. "Stop messing with me. You, the queen of information, don't know? I thought you had more imagination."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLRN2QvHqm6
A smirk formed on Mia's face as she resumed the search for black tights. "I know. But I won't tell you anything. At the risk of repeating myself, these stories aren't your concern, little troublemaker. Focus on your studies and leave me alone," despite the playful look she shot at her, Mia's tone was harsher. She didn't want her sister getting into her business; she wanted her to finish her studies and leave the city. A place where the name Ramirez wouldn't put her in danger. "And if you really insist, I'm not even sure myself to be honest. But I'd bet my bottom dollar it's that son of a bitch Antonio. He's been causing me trouble for a while now."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXuIq8cHYu4
Mariana nodded her head slowly again and moved towards her sister to open another drawer and retrieve the black tights that Mia had been intensely searching for several minutes now. "Thank you," Mia muttered as she continued to get ready. "How's school going? Any updates from your applications?"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡolfIpwSNxa
Mariana shrugged and sat on another bench, this time in the center of the dressing room. "I've had some positive responses but nothing concrete. Definitely nothing from the school I want to go to."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4a2Bp62X9
"UCLA?" Mia asked, slipping her head into a black dress. Mariane nodded. "Look, we've already talked about this. If you want to go there to be with that jerk, I'm telling you, it's a really bad idea."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiT9wVXG9WQ
"But-"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGj7qvIW9Ns
"But nothing at all. That jerk left as if you were a poor little dog by the side of the road. He doesn't deserve you, Mariana! Open your eyes!"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBBeBCtWMa3
Before she could add anything else, her younger sister stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Mia let out a heavy sigh once again. What a wonderful way to start my day, she thought ironically. She finished smoothing out her dress, which ended mid-thigh, and grabbed her high-heeled boots. Miami's temperature prevented her from wearing such items, but the place she was heading to was a cold, damp cellar. She had made the mistake of skimping on warm layers in such places before, and she wouldn't make that mistake again. Her phone vibrated on the edge of the sink, and she reached for it while balancing on one foot, occupied with pulling up the zipper on her tall boot. This inadvertently exposed her thigh and a glimpse of her hip to anyone who might be watching. A message from Julio appeared on the screen, urging her to come downstairs as they were going to be late. She rolled her eyes, annoyed to know that even her brother was part of the gathering taking place in her home without her permission.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ5vbTQ5wum
Finishing getting ready, she slipped on a short denim jacket and cast a final glance at her outfit in the mirror. Her hair almost dry, she decided to tie it up in a tight high ponytail. She hurried down the stairs and appeared at the entrance, with laughter and voices erupting to her left, echoing faintly through the marble of the house. She followed the sounds of laughter and came face to face with her mother behind the stove and her brother sitting on the kitchen counter, his mouth full of cereal. Emilio, not far away, kept his face glued to his phone while talking to Mariana and Marcelo.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6IyxpVovBS
"Finally!" her brother exclaimed. "We've been waiting for you for almost an hour."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9EAL1Qy5F
"It'll do Antonio some good. He won't get away with it. After what he did last night, I'm going to empty his organs, I swear," Mia said, her tone dripping with determination. She opened the fridge and poured herself a cold coffee from the day before, then grabbed the warm pastries her mother had been preparing since morning.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkMIW1mkpT
"What happened last night? Did you go out?" Daniela, her mother, asked.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTKTv05XxI
"Damn it," Mia muttered, averting her gaze.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3EHAvLC9Lf
"Mia Sonia Ramirez, I've told you to let me know when you go out alone!"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5cQIRo54eO
Daniela waved her spatula around in all directions. The scene could have almost made her laugh if her mind hadn't been elsewhere. Julio, seeing the situation escalate, decided to intervene and cut short the conversation, dragging Emilio and Mia away from the kitchen. They walked out amidst Mia's mother's scolding and Julio's retorts, a slight smile playing on their lips.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDdswEAEmwE
"I'll never be able to go home again," she said dramatically.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLGHWZYiM3B
"Don't worry, she'll get over it," Julio insisted, pulling her towards the car by the gate. "Let's go before we're really late. I'm eager to see what's going on."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ23xfeeh7lB
"I think Mia's right, and it's just Antonio trying to backtrack on what happened last night. He's desperate, that little bastard won't accept defeat," Emilio said as he slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine and adjusting the seat and rearview mirror. "I hate this car," he muttered. Mia stopped buckling her seatbelt and glanced at Emilio through the rearview mirror. "And why's that? What do you have against my car, exactly?" she said, her tone threatening.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkaUNkUtcT
"Just your damn adjustments for dwarfs," he whispered, speeding the car away.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSJv9U5puH6
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"Is your gun loaded?" Julio finally asked as he got out of the car.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAkXL57SyFS
"Of course, I reloaded it after last night," she said, adjusting her jean trench coat on her shoulders.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOHCAJfAMs
"Did you fire it?" Emilio asked, raising a single eyebrow. "I thought you were just supposed to check on some information."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBOybYEtWw
"That was the plan until someone decided to stick his nose into my business. I swear he deserves what I almost did. Damn regulations."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8Xo07wfQ5
"What exactly happened?" Emilio finally asked. Julio and Mia fell silent, one finishing his cigarette and the other rummaging through her handbag.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYACKPDm0s
Mia didn't like revisiting her mistakes. And not shooting and killing Antonio last night had been foolish. If she had done it, she would have removed a thorn from her side. That little brat had been causing trouble for years, and that evening would have been the perfect opportunity to put a bullet right between his eyes.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNHGksHnWcT
"Hey, can I get the juicy details of this super party I wasn't invited to?"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL2kNEDfp3p
Mia sighed and lit her own cigarette this time. "I was supposed to meet an informant at the Sanchez casino, and just as I had managed to corner him and extract some information, Antonio's name came up right in the middle of the conversation."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC9IXNTPxBi
A silence fell over their conversation. "And?" Emilio prodded. Mia didn't add anything, but Julio spoke up. "So, we figured out that Antonio was the real informant and that he was playing us all along. And guess who had to restrain our dear Mia here from going to kill him? Yes, me."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCSrajSxyzP
"If I see him, I'm going to kill him," she added, leaning back and covering her face with her hands. Information trafficking was scarce. Scarce enough to be valuable and lucrative. That's how Mia had succeeded in the business. But it was a fragile business, where the worst enemies were traitors and lies. Antonio was both.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwgn6n4yEO
Emilio stood with his arms hanging, processing the new information. "It's Antonio? I would have bet on anyone but him. What a bastard, he really screwed us over."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ8hX0zmjCR
"No doubt about that, but I intend to call for a veto."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWeFnEdmCgy
Both men regained silent, skeptical about the request Mia was planning to make at the meeting. They all entered the damp cellar of the decrepit alley where they had parked the car. The regular sound of dripping water accompanied the echo of their footsteps, Mia's heels creating a rhythm that matched the flickering of the overhead lights. At the end of the corridor, a door led to a moderately sized room, where folding chairs were arranged in a circle, spaced a certain distance apart. Mia lit another cigarette and entered the room, her gaze lingering on the men seated in their respective places. The world of illegality was sorely lacking in female presence.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTdYHaGWQ1c
"We were starting to think you wouldn't show up," a man in his thirties on Mia's left sighed as she took her designated seat. The man with brown hair looked at her with a sadistic smile on his lips. "Women, I swear," he added, crossing his legs and tilting his head back.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2KvEmYaKm
As everyone understood that Mia wouldn't deign to respond to Anton, the meeting could begin. In the heart of Miami, families and gangs were fighting to take control of different parts of the city. Some dealt in drug trafficking, others in arms, and still others in casinos or brothels. Mia specialized in information, a trade that wasn't measured in kilometers or dollars, but in people willing to spare a secret for information. Over the years, two families had dominated the majority of the commercial exchanges. The Volkovs with their top-tier weapons and the Ramirezes with their casinos and secrets worth their weight in gold.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVx0E5tZpCI
Despite the tacit agreement that neither side would encroach on the other's territory, a silent battle had been waged between the two families for years. There could only be one winner, and that would be her.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf0dZy3mCwk
Discussions began about the incident from the previous day. But unexpectedly, no one mentioned the incident referred to by Mia and Julio earlier in private. This time, it was a simple case of cheating from a lower-ranking gang. Mia let out a heavy sigh, leaning on her chair and yawning. She didn't actively participate in the conversation; she merely listened with one ear, always on the lookout for any information that could be resold or turned into a secret. She scrutinized each participant, and her dark gaze fell on Anton, who seemed more than angry. She narrowed her eyes and decided to dig into this matter later.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0RdPwRr1K4
Anton needed to fall. The Volkovs with him. She wanted more. She wasn't satisfied. While the conversations continued, bickering over a compensation of a few thousand dollars that interested neither Mia nor Anton, the young woman decided to break the discussion by throwing a barb at her longtime enemy.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTmhgQbAFzj
"A piece of bad news, Anton?" she asked.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsh2sai8LZu
"Bad news? Be more clear, Mia," he responded in a falsely detached tone.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJl6tjl8cX
"Oh, you know what they say." Anton narrowed his eyes, unsure of what Mia knew. "I heard some things last night. It seems that a certain Antonio has once again turned his coat."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAoBpaKgm06
"Spill it. Don't be more bitchy than you already are," Anton snapped, sitting up straight in his chair, now genuinely curious.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡacPEYjDtDR
"No, I don't think it would interest you. But friendly advice, keep an eye on Antonio. He's not very reliable." A childish smirk flickered in Mia's eyes, leaving Anton utterly puzzled. Anton's eyes narrowed, his jaw tensing as he stared at her with a furious glare. 123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7SDw29zP2t
"And you, Mia? Running your little gang like a queen, thinking you're untouchable?"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3Z1AQAqd1
Mia let out a light chuckle, her gaze locking onto his with a challenge. "Oh, I know I'm untouchable, Anton. Unlike some people, I don't rely on others to do my dirty work."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHoTaHuOOoX
Anton's expression wavered, his confidence momentarily faltering before he masked it with a smirk. "You've always had a loose tongue, Mia. But let's not lose sight of who's truly in charge here." The discussions had ceased, and now everyone was watching the two prominent families engage in yet another battle that would never truly end. Julio moved slowly to get closer to his sister, a hand on his gun by his side.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZEe7Q2D2v0
Mia's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "In charge, huh? Is that what you call it? Tell me, Anton, how does your precious information network really work?"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡweoIllupLP
Anton's face twitched slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his gaze for a brief moment before he masked it with a mocking smile. "My information network works just fine, thank you."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrhNKdOUlbG
Mia let out a light laugh, her voice tinged with a seductive accent. "Oh, I'm sure it does. But you know, sometimes relying on the usual sources isn't enough. Sometimes you need someone who can get you the real dirt, the things hidden beneath the surface."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDSjDiPbQgd
Anton's brow furrowed, his suspicion evident. "Where are you going with this, Mia?"123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡThQtR5LbzY
Mia leaned forward slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "I mean, Anton, sometimes the people you consider your most loyal informants might have other allegiances. Like I said, just friendly advice."123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTD5t566U4M
With those words, she stood up and stuck her tongue out at Anton like a child. Her heels clicked on the cracked concrete floor as she left, marking the end of the meeting.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQas2Sps4Y
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"What were you implying, exactly?" Emilio asked from the driver's seat once again. Mia was stretched out in the back seat, her feet hanging out through the open window. Julio had left, having to keep an eye ontheir weapons warehouse to receive a new shipment of products to put on the market.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6O0cjLINNq
"It was just a hunch that turned out to be right," she said without elaborating further. Conversations with Mia were always like this. She never let a piece of information slip, even with her closest allies, keeping everything locked up like a safe. Emilio was the most patient in such moments, giving her time to come to terms with her thoughts and reveal a portion of her mind. He listened and rarely spoke, allowing her to vent as much as she wanted. "Antonio went to tell Anton some nonsense," she continued. "And it seems like they're the new best buddies in town. That bastard is going down. Take me to that address," she concluded.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzh7ej3bQGx
The sound of a notification made Emilio's phone vibrate, and he entered the new address into the GPS. He didn't ask anything, displaying a blind trust in the young woman. But curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but keep his mouth shut. So, when he saw them heading into the rough neighborhoods of the city, he finally asked what was on her mind.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV79BpjvoBv
"Anton seemed preoccupied. I'm sure his new best friend knows something," she replied.123Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3RpLoMGdN4
