MAFIA

Chapter 20

One month later, Cuba HQ

"How's the hand healing up princess face smash?"

"Face smash? Fallon you know out of context that sounds super dirty.. but my hand is fine, almost back to normal actually"

Lauren smiled leaning against a blank brick wall in her new facility of work, the very space Camila had grown up in now familiar after transferring her entire life's worth of business into the Cuban concrete, her hand now almost healed after breaking a whopping 3 knuckles over her fathers jaw.. she enjoyed the pain however.. it meant something..

"It's only dirty because you made it dirty dummy! Anyway your Queen awaits you.. army briefing remember?"

Lauren nod back following Fallon down the long hall of the building that oozed class, she should have known someone as beautiful as Camila would have a building to match, each floor had crystal finishes and the floors a solid shiny marble, the girls entered into the large meeting room in which the black mask soldiers sat all in uniform at the make shift tables set out for their address, out front 17 year old Marco and the newly healed saviour left behind from Lauren's empire, the elder head over to Camila stood shuffling some files with a gentle kiss upon her cheek before turning to examine the room

"So the Cuban's can be here on time but the Americans can't? Marco where the fuck are your men?"

She addressed the young boy, the same boy she had felt more than firm enough in making head guard for the entirety of her crew.. he was young but so was she when given her fist chance, after his bravery in saving the girls she knew his place to be destined for leadership, he had much to learn but no better time than the fresh start in their new location

"I'll go find them ma'am"

He respond with a bowed head scooting off down the hall before a few minutes later returning with over 300 men following behind, Lauren's guards.. dressed and ready with angered faces that point directly at the black mask soldiers who all sniggered in their seats like petty school children

"Those dick bags locked us in our quarters again!"

One spat forcing Camila forwards with rolling eyes as the room erupted into laughter, Lauren's guards all taking their seats as far away as possible as they could, their inability to make friends and get along seemingly more difficult than first anticipated... Lauren was only grateful to have them back however... she amongst the others thought them to be perished in the blasting blaze she had called to cure the war

*FLASHBACK - DAY OF THE EXPLOSION*

Lauren sat with her palm spread over a makeshift medics lap as she bit down on the agonising pain that flush through her broken knuckles, the sad bruised and bloody faces surrounding more than heartbreaking to watch as they sit with no prospects of the future.. 400 men gone.. the rest in Cuba still merging with the black mask soldiers

Fallon had found herself wondering from outside of the small room upon the hill, the need for some fresh air beating down on her sanity as she graze her expensive heels along the grass, each drop of soot and ash a reminder of the moments previous before the shadowing of a large crowd began emerging from the other side of the space, she hadn't recognised them at first however with the loud call to Lauren she quickly noticed the uniform.. they were alive.. but how?

"What? What's wro-

Lauren stumbled as the other girls filtered out from the room as well as the young heartbroken 17 year old that immediately ran to greet the large formation of men, his scrawny body captured by the arms as bellowing screams of joy could be heard, Lauren only paused with a tear in her eye as the men grew closer, her need to stand tall and in charge however pressing more and more as she maintained her stern look