Gringa - In the Clutches of a Ruthless Drug Lord by Eve Rabi Read Free Book Online Page A

can’t look away.
                  Then I hear Diablo’s voice and I shrink back. It can’t be – she’s his sister .
                  But I know that voice - I’ve heard it a thousand times in my nightmares and I will never forget it.
                  I look at the clock again – 6:10AM . Why on earth would she be in her brother’s room at th is time of the morning? Naked.
                  Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe I’m still asleep and dreaming. Maybe ...
                  Then I catch a glimpse of hi s butt . He’s naked too .
                  I don’t believe it. This is so fucked up!
                  When I peep out of the window again, they’ve left the balcony.
                  Confused at what I just saw , I move away from the window. After a while I resume my poking around the room.
                  One of the closets opens into a bathroom. A modern one at that. Great! After the facilities at Juan and Enfermera’s, this feels like The Hilton. I step in and splash water on my face. 
                  Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door and I jump . Slowly, I turn off the taps and tiptoe back into the room.
                  Diablo ?              
                  To my relief, a lady in her fifties opens my door and breezes in. Plump, with an infectious smile, she fills the room with her effervescence. She’s dressed like a Mexican peasant – cream shirt, long, flowing, brown skirt, tan sandals and her long black hair is tied back with a cream scarf.
                  ‘ Bueno , Senorita,’ she greets, smiling. Since her smile reaches her eyes, I reason she must be happy to see me.
                         ‘ Bueno ,’ I reply.
                       ‘Senorita, I’m Maria, my serrrvant. Ask me aaaaanything I want. Diablo – he go to work now but he wan t you to make me comfortable.’
                  ‘Um ...’ I have to work this one out. She seems lovely but her English ...
                  ‘Since my English is very good, Senorita, you will be taking care of me.’
                  Okay, I’m being punked for sure, but I resist the urge to look around for cameras.
                  ‘ Thanks, ’ I say, silently trying to work out what she just said. 
                       ‘ Rosa , she will bring me breakfast in a moment, Senorita.’
                  ‘ Rosa …u m, thanks Maria, but I …like, I don’t want any breakfast.’
                  I dare not eat anything here until I know exactly what it is and where it c ame from. Human lasagne is not my thing.  
                       ‘Can I just have some coffee, please?’ My voice is humble, friendly. I’m really uncomfortable with the idea of having a servant.  
                     ‘N ... no breakfast?’ Her fizz evaporates. ‘No breakfast ...’ She studies the carpet. Then she looks up at me and the fizz is back with a vengeance. ‘Cerrrrtainly Senorita,’ she says, her tone obsequious. ‘You will come only with coffee. No breakfast.’ She leaves, shutting the door behind her.
                       Back to my fretting - what plans does he have for me? Maria appears pleasant and wants to make me comfortable – why? What’s Diablo’s agenda? Is he trying to feed me and fatten me for some sinister reason? A Mexican version of Hansel and Gretel?
          My morbid thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. Maria and a second lady enter the room with a tray containing food and coffee.
                  ‘Diablo’s woman,’ Maria murmurs.
                  The second lady smiles. ‘ Hola Senorita . ’ Her dress is similar to Maria’s and her dark hair is tightly coiled on the top of