our wrongs remain unrectified

yeah, he was definitely annoying the hell out of her, but she had her priorities and her mafia was first. they were important; not as one big family, but more like a company with really loyal employees. and if she could ensure their safety, she was prepared to put up with an idiot that javier was. she sighed and pulled a top over her lean body and walked out. she didn’t know what his idea of ‘appropriate outfit’ was, but black pants were close enough to her idea of that, even though the whole concept seemed ridiculous to her. her hair was tied into a loose ponytail as she drove to the place where she was supposed to be – and then she walked out, closing the doors behind her and walking straight up to him. she wasn’t unprepared and the new outfit proved to be quite useful with a lot of possible spots for hiding weapons of choice. mostly knives for yazmine – she liked them, but she also found some space for a gun. “javier,” she acknowledged his presence but did nothing more than that. her lips curved into a tiny smile as he instructed her to behave and she followed him, ignoring everyone else they met on the way. they were leaving anyway. besides, she was pulling herself together. she knew she wouldn’t like it – and she was damn right. she kept her cold mask on, but she could feel the rage boiling somewhere inside of her. she just wasn’t going to show it. she wouldn’t. it was, after all, business. sick, cruel one, but still. her eyes slowly observed the girls and then she moved them on his – there was a cold look in them. “you don’t know anything,” she shook her head and then walked past him to the window, looking outside. “and it seems like your buyer is early,” she pointed out, as she saw a dark car approaching. her eyes were on him and she was in constant need of reminding herself that this was just business. but was it, really? but she didn't have much time to think about that - whoever was coming was near the doors now.