Gringa - in the Clutches of a Ruthless Drug Lord - 2 by Eve Rabi Read Free Book Online Page B

Rosa says as she pops another chocolate into her mouth. ‘I have one tomorrow, then I look like gringa.’
    ‘Whew! It’s hot today,’ I say, fanning myself with my hand, keen to change the subject considering that I never had a massage.
    Since the ranch is empty right now, I have full access to all the villas. Perfect time to plant the listening devices.
    Luckily, because of modern technology, the bugs look more like watch batteries. To avoid any suspicion from Maria and Rosa, I whine about my missing passport and tell them that I’m sure Christa has it.
    ‘I’m going to search her villa for it,’ I say and leave.
    As I walk, I touch the silver neck chain with a heart-shaped locket pendant I’m wearing, given to me by the FBI. It houses a listening device and is to be worn at all times. Easy.
    Christa’s apartment is like a love-shack - red satiny cushions on a four-poster bed with red tulle draped over it, tons of candles, a variety of sex toys openly displayed and a huge nude painting of her on the wall. Yuck!
    A doll on the mantel piece makes me gasp. It has long blonde hair, blue eyes and vaguely resembles me. The problem - it has about one hundred pins stuck into it. and enlists Queen Karisma’s help in finding the elusive and deceptive Anita.
    Queen Karisma is furious that someone other than her could steal Rusty’s heart and she sends her staff to find this elusive Anita and bring her to justice.
    Voodoo-like and very creepy. If that doll is me, boy, she sure wants me dead.
    As I plant the listening devices, I make a mental note to get hold of some sage and keep it under my pillow – Enfermera style.
    Once I’m in Christa’s villa, I’m able to slip easily into other villas and plant my devices.
    Done. I’m now working for the FBI.
     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    It’s almost dinner time so I get ready. My dress is scarlet, short and figure-hugging. My heels are sling-back stilettos, my lipstick is porn-star-red. I look in the mirror and smile. Then I kiss the mirror and say, ‘You’re smoking, Delilah!’ Finally I’m confident enough to face everyone at the dinner table.
    Five minutes later, I yank off my dress, kick off my heels and hurriedly wipe off my lipstick. ‘You look like a tart!’ I say to myself, my confidence shaky again.
    In just my bra and panties I sit on my bed and ruin a good manicure with my teeth. This is so not me. But then I remember the FBI, the freedom of the villagers, my grandchildren and its back to my slutty dress, my hooker heels and my porn-star-red lipstick.
    I’m late for dinner so I hurry along. They better notice. Diablo better notice – these stilettos are pinching my toes. How the fuck does Paris walk in six inch heels with such ease?
    The moment I enter the dining room, conversation ceases. Diablo slowly rises to his feet, mouth agape.
    Easier than I thought. Suppressing a smile, I take my seat.
    Everyone is staring. I’m somewhat pleased. Embarrassed, but secretly thrilled. I’ve never been able to bring conversation to a halt before.
    Christa eyes me, a fixed smile to her garnet lips. ‘Gringa is looking very ... different today,’ she scoffs, her eyes sweeping over me.
    Bitchface is talking to me? I didn’t know we are on speaking terms again after she whipped my ass and incapacitated me for three weeks. And how come Diablo has just forgiven her like that? I got a good mind to break her other leg with my stilettos.
    ‘Why? You going to a ball or something, eh gringa?’
    Lots of laughter around the table. Santana’s laugh dominates. Bitch.
    Suddenly, I feel like a total idiot and I resist the urge to run back to my room.
    Using my middle finger (A move I learnt from Paris) I slowly move my hair aside from my heavily made up face and smile sweetly. Usually, I’d use my middle finger differently.
    ‘I sure am,’ I say, in what I hope is a Marilyn Monroe voice – you know – soft, breathy. ‘And ...’ I look at Diablo from under my lashes, ‘I’m