"The Devil is scary, but so is his queen."
~Diandra Sicario
Diandra has the innocent look of an angel. Her pure facial features made her seem so naive. But she was anything but that. She had hung with monsters that lurk in the dark. She has secrets...
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Diandra
I knew threatening Franco would get me in deep shit. Maybe even deeper, but I needed the upper hand. I hate being a sitting duck, especially at a time like this. I went AWOL on my team and I was just following Franco's orders for the past few days.
I'm not the type of woman who will submit so easily. Being in this compound with men all over the place must have got me confused. I still hold power over the Sicario soldiers just like Franco. Until he kills me I will have my power. He won't divorce me, because it's a sign of backing out of an agreement or contract; a sign of weakness. And Gianni Sicario won't be happy with his son showing weakness.
"Change in your plans Franco is going with you. Enzo and I are going to Virginia Beach. And we're not taking all of my men, just the top tankers." Vinny informs as he walks in the weapons room.
I strap the bulletproof vest on my body before nodding.
"That's it? No bitchy comment." Vinny says teasingly.
"Can we go get my son and Jack back? We've wasted enough time." I reply annoyed that these men are taking all day to gear up.
And woman take a all day?
"We're waiting on you." Franco interjects and my eyes snap to him glaring.
"You don't even have a bulletproof vest on." I comment looking at his black, tight, dry fit, long sleeve.
Franco shrugs, "I've been doing shit like this for years. I know what I'm doing. Besides if it's my time then so be it. I was destined to die anyway, so I'm not afraid."
I stand there a bit shocked at Franco's words. I've heard him speak like this before years ago, but it's been so long so it just feels new.
I yank a bulletproof vest from the steel table and throw it at his feet.
"Put it on." I demand lowly locking eyes with him. Franco eyes darken in seconds no doubt because of the disrespect I'm displaying right now.
"Oh look time for my team to head out." Vinny comments before doing the dash out of the room.
"Pick my shit up Diandra." Franco demands in his thick italian accent.
If it was six years ago I would be in a hot puddle doing whatever he said. Not because I didn't want to blow my cover, but because back then Franco had a control over me no one has ever had. I hated and loved it at the same time. But that was six years ago.
"Put on the damn vest Francisco." I huff annoyed.
"Diandra-"
"I don't want you dead." I cut him off looking him dead in the eyes.
He searched my eyes for any jokes but when he realize I'm serious he looks at the vest.
I sigh, "Leo just find out his dad isn't really dead. I refuse to let you die Franco, it will crush our sons' heart."
