Diego’s POV
A delightful grin worked its way to my lips. I have always wanted to give that bastard a good hit. For some unknown reason, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Rodriguez and the fair lady he dotted on tonight. When she followed behind him with her shoulder slouching. I knew something would go wrong. But it didn’t matter to me.
However, I got pressed and needed to use the restroom. The universe did make a joke of Rodriguez to have me arrive right on time.
Kamara gasped heavily, leaning into the wall as she entered it. “What have you done?” She inquired, staring down at a lifeless-looking Rodriguez.
“That’s not the thank you for saving my life that I was expecting. Such an ingrate. He is just unconscious, and would be awake soon enough.” I turned around and made my way to the restroom.
“Why did you save me?” She inquired, following behind me.
I paused by the doorway and sneered at her. “Do you intend to go in with me?”
Shaking her head quickly, she stood back. I wasn’t surprised to find her still standing there when I stepped back out. I pretended not to see her and headed back to the club.
“I promise you it’s not what you think. I was trying to get Rodriguez to lend me the money to pay you back, but he tried taking advantage of me.” She rambled on behind me. “Can you just wait! Kamara let out a scream that surpassed the club’s loudspeaker.
“What the actual fuck, lady?” I questioned, glaring at her. “I don’t give a damn about what you were doing with him. There is bad blood between Rodriguez and me. I only did the same thing he would have done. Kick him when he was least expecting. Don’t bother me, miss.” I warned, keeping up with my walk. It feels like the seat keeps moving farther away from me.
She kept following me stubbornly, “If you will just please extend your deadline or agree to my terms. I will be genuinely grateful, please. My family will end up on the streets, please. We have no one to reach out to for help.”
“NGO’s will gladly come to your rescue.” I huffed, finally reaching my seat.
“Is she an intending candidate?” Fernando asked, pointing at a perplexed-looking Kamara.
“Hell no, she isn’t….. wait a minute.” I paused, giving her a once-over. “What do you think, Fernando?” I asked, nudging him on the side.
He weighed her with his eyes, “She looks perfect to me. You would make beautiful babies.”
“What are you talking about?” She questioned.
Fernando blinked rapidly, “Why is she asking that? Does she not know?”
“Not to worry. Just give me a minute.” I requested, standing up to address Kamara. “Meet me outside,” I instructed.
There was a hesitant look on her face, I didn’t care. If she doesn’t come after me, then I will change my mind.
She walked towards me with a frown. “What’s this for?”
Clicking my tongue, I stared her down, she didn’t look so bad. What I am about to offer her would be more to her gain than mine. I hope she is smart enough to recognize it.
“I am not going to beat around the bush. It’s really not my thing, so let’s dive straight into it. You see, letting go of the money would be a problem for me. If you want your home back, you will carry my child.”
“Sorry, what?”
“I don’t like to repeat myself. You will birth a child for me, on the condition that I let go of your parents’ house.”
From the expressions that molded on her face each passing second, one can tell it took her a while to comprehend my words.
“Are you being serious right now?”
I folded my arms, giving her a stern look. Do I look like I am joking?”
A scornful hiss escaped her lips. “You are quite lucky that you possess the kind of power that I can’t question right now. I would have slapped some bloody sense into your head. How dare you? Do I look like a slut to you? You want to buy my life for a hundred thousand plus dollars?”
A mocking laugh rolled out of my mouth. “For a pauper and soon-to-be homeless. You do have a lot of pride. This is me being a nice young lady. I will take that house from you if you don’t have a rethink.”
“Why would you even think I am the one to mother your child?”
“You look a bit reserved. I won’t have to beat you up to make you listen to my orders.”
She gritted her teeth, her nose flaring in anger. I have never been this close to a flaming young woman, of course, I have been with an older one. My Nana.
With tear-filled eyes, she sniffed. “I blame myself for even thinking a murderer like you will have a heart. If you can kill without batting an eyelash, I feel stupid for reasoning with you. Mr. Sanchez, you can go fuck yourself for all I care. I am not, and will never, agree to your terms. Asshole!”
I never thought I would be doing this. It just came to me, and this lady just be stupid to think I had any actual interest in her. One of the things I despise the most about less privileged people is their pride. They think they can make people cower with their throw of words. I would have let it go on a normal day. But there is nothing normal about this moment. Which is why I am going to act as petty as I deem fit.
Tightening my jaw, I took intimidating steps towards her. She staggered to the back.
“I am not a fan of name-calling. For the sake of everything good and knowing it’s a sudden alliance. Two weeks is what you have left to think and get back to me with a positive reply. You see, this is me being considerate, and I like to keep to my promise. If I don’t hear anything from you in the next fourteen days. Trust me that you will not just lose that house. But I will make your lives miserable, you will only wish for death.” I threatened, feeling anger rise within me.
Leaving her to brood by herself, I returned to the club. Rodriguez limping self was being helped back into the crowd. His minions undeniably don’t like him much. They could have at least made him leave through the back. Kissing my teeth, I sat back down on the couch, pouring myself a full shot of vodka and downing it all at once.
Fernando tsked, “You are the only one I know who pours vodka in a tequila glass. So uncultured. What was it you went to discuss with that girl? I had to interview the girls all by myself and from the way it turned out. Today was a waste of time.” He shrugged, pouring himself a drink just like I did.
I raised my brow in amusement. “This is the first time you are admitting to your failure.”
“What has any of this got to do with failing?” He looked offended.
I twirled my drink in the glass with a smirk, “I was just stating the obvious.”
“So, which club should we go to next?”
“Not yet. We are putting a stop to the search for the next two weeks.” I replied, holding an amused grin.
“Are you sure?”
“Hundred percent!”