Chapter 2

• Ma'am your coat?" I ignored the man holding his hand out for my ticket. In my haste to leave, I left the darn stub on the table. It didn't matter, though. Because I wasn't going back in there. All those men, half of which probably already know how Jose treats me, and about his other woman would not see me in this state. Near the exit, I saw the bar, and sped in that direction. I don't know if it was my face, but the moment I opened my mouth, I knew he would do whatever I asked of him.
• "Miss?" he said to me with a quiver in his voice. I smirked.
• Good.
• "I need a bottle of anything."
• "But, I don't think-"
• "Don't think. I am the new police commissioner's wife. Are you going to deny me?" I questioned raising my brow. It was petty, and I hated people who typically through titles around, but I needed relief. And I needed it now. Gulping, he nodded before pulling out an unopened bottle of whatever.
• At this point, I could care less. As soon as he opened it for me, I grabbed it, and turned toward the exit. Stumbling out the doors, I breathed in the fresh air, smiling when it began to rain on me. I saw my husband's driver waving me over, but I ignored him. Seeing a taxi, I took off my shoes, and ran as fast as I could to the yellow car. Quickly I slid in just as the rain began to pour in earnest.
• "Where to miss?"
• "The aquatic park."
• I saw the frown on his face before he started to speak.
• "Miss. I think it's closed now, and-"
• "I know. But I'll be fine."
• I could see the disbelief clear on his face, but when I passed him forty dollars he sighed.
• "To the aquatic park we go."
• …..
• The rain hadn't let up one bit during the seven minute drive from city hall. When he pulled up to where the cars would usually park, it was blocked off.
• "Miss, I can't-"
• Uncaring of the rain, I grabbed my bottle, and thanked him before slamming the door shut. As soon as he turned away I slid through the barricades, intent on walking closer to the cool water. It was quiet out here, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the fact that no one could see me. Stumbling down the double set of stairs, I collapsed into the sand, before taking a long drink from my bottle. I kept drinking until I couldn't think. Until I couldn't hear the voices in my head, or my husband screaming at me for no reason. I drank until I couldn't hear the screams of my parents burning alive in a house fire. I drank until I could no longer see Jose's parents and their blatant disdain for me just because of my lack of pedigree.
• Once the bottle was finished, I tossed it to the right of me, and stood. I tried to focus my gaze on the water, but it was dark. So very dark.
• It's strange, but the darkness, has an allure. It always had one for me. My parents were never brought to justice. My life was practically destroyed because the people in charge of keeping children safe never believed me, and yet I married a man who not only keeps the lie going, but is determined to keep the status quo the exact same.
• I didn't know how much more I could take. Even as I thought that single word, the cool water rushed against my feet. At first I gasped not realizing how close it was but when it caressed my feet as a lover would-or how I imagined a lover would- I paused. Why was I running away from it? The vast ocean was welcoming me with open arms, it's waves signaling for me to come closer. To not think anymore.
• Just wade into the water.
• It won't be long.
• Seconds, minutes at most.
• Just keep walking and let go.
• Rubbing my bleary eyes, I nodded as if someone was talking to me.
• "Yes. just keep walking, and it'll all go away."
• Yes, Ana. Just keep moving.
• Smiling wide I picked up my dress and began to walk closer to it. I moaned at the frigid water before walking even further into the water. I ignored the waves that began to pick up speed, and pull me further. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and lowered my head.
• I waited for the end.
• But, it did not come.
• …
• I hated coming to such posh events.
• At least when you were killing, gutting, or burning someone who betrayed you, the crowd around you was honest. That's how I liked my men. Honest. My brother, and Taylor who was my right hand man always said that no matter the business field you were in, it was important to have people around you that you trusted, or else it would all fail. It was the code we live by. Especially since it was the lack of trust that ended up killing our parents and sister.
• They were lovely people, my mom and dad, and I made sure that the man responsible's head was severed from his body before it was shipped back to his brothers, thinking they could cross me. People did a lot of things; but screwing me, and mine wasn't one of them.
• The only good to come out of my parent's and sister's death was that as the oldest-nineteen during the time- was that I was to take over the business. My brother was sixteen then, but it was no worry to me. I would respect my father's wishes, and make sure that my father was never taken from his home or people. Money insured that was never the case.
• It was amazing, really, what money could buy.
• My father before he was killed showed me the ropes. Told me what was expected, and what I could not allow. I knew the moment they were killed, the men would try testing me. Seeing if I was equipped to take over the family business.
• During the first meeting, I made sure to put a bullet in the head of the man who started the rumour to begin with.
• I never liked Jack.
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