“Where is he?” She demands from the waitress, a timid girl who looks terrified of her. Oh and she should be because Xiomara is a storm tonight, fury and rage wrapped into a tight dress and high heels like razor blades. “He’s in the office but he...” The girl trailed off, too intimidated to continue but it was too late. She already knew where he was and what he was doing ( or should she say who ). With a simple way of the hand, the girl disappeared. If Diego had taught her anything, it was to be prepared and walking down the dimly neon lit hallway to the managers office, she produced the sharp flick knife between her fingers, twirling the blade with skill and ease.
Never would she admit she was jealous yet there was a rage that boiled under her skin ever since the puta had been laying her hands all over him. Xio hadn’t bothered to learn her name, thinking it was unimportant because it wouldn’t last. And yet, it kept happening. Over and over again. Sure, she could blame the fact that it was wasting her money and was hindering her business, but really she wanted to cut the bitch. How much dick could she suck without lips, she wondered. Hazarding a guess at none, Xio wanted to find out and without so much as a knock, she walked into the office door and was met with the sight she expected.