Undeniable

Twelve

Emilia glared when a knock sounded on her office door. She told the guys to leave her alone, so she could catch up on the work she didn't get done last week thanks to Kam. He was doing much better today. She thought he was almost completely healed, so she went to work while he went off to some UFC interview where he talked with other fighters and signed fans' shit.

Jake opened the door.

"There's some dude here who won't leave until he speaks with you personally... alone," he muttered.

She sighed and put her pen down. She waved him in. Jake left and a burly Cuban man stepped in.

"Mind if I shut the door?" he asked as he closed it.

She shook her head.

"No, I don't mind. Please, have a seat. What can I assist you with today?" she asked him politely.

He strode over. He wore a heavy overcoat, dress pants, and had tattoos up his neck.

"Well, I have a dilemma, señora. You see, I have tried by force to speak with you and that hasn't gone well. Now, I'll try in a more personal way. You're a very tough woman, with a very tough man attached to you," he said.

His accent was very noticable, but he spoke English fluently.

Emilia swallowed hard and discretely leaned forward on the desk so she was closer to her phone and the handgun magnetically sticking to the inside of her desk.

"So... you've been the one sending those douche fucks around to kidnap me?" she clarified.

The middle aged man smiled.

"Si, señora. You don't know who I am then?" he asked.

She clenched her jaw.

"Sadly no, I haven't been informed of who the creep is trying to fuck up my life. Please, enlighten me," she snapped out.

"Oh, you're feisty. I love it."

He reached in the inner pocket of his coat. Emilia tried not to panic. He suddenly pulled out an old picture and scooted it across her desk. She stared down at it without touching it. All of her breath left her.

Her father stared back at her with a beautiful smile, and his arm was draped around the Cuban man in front of her.

"We were old friends, your father and I. In fact, the day you were born, he called me to share the news. He was so happy with you, finally the little girl he dreamed for. It's a shame I had to end his life," he murmured.

Emilia's blood turned to ice, and she stared at the bastard.

"You're fucking lying. My father died in a car accident," she whispered.

The man laughed and held his stomach.

"Señora, your father was the best driver I knew. He knew his way around a damned car, which is where your spark for mechanics must come from. I put him in a car after killing him, but everyone knew he was murdered... they just chose not to tell you that your papa was murdered."

Emilia yanked the gun from under her desk and cocked it. She aimed right between his eyes.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't blow your face off," she snarled.

The man actually had amusement in his eyes and a small smile on his lips. He smiled to the face of death.

"My men will murder every worker, friend, lover, and family member you have left if I don't walk out of this room alive. I informed them to do so just in case. Aren't you living with that fighter? Eh... Detric, si? He'd be fun to kill with brass knuckles. My men can show him how to fight dirty before disposing of him."