Xander POV

"Boss, the girl, is here," Henry said, entering my office.

"I'm coming now," I said, signing some lengthy shipment contracts with a new carrier since our last one was a lying prick.

"You sure about this, boss? This girl doesn't seem to know anything about us." Henry scratched the back of his head and scrunched his face.

"She's pretending. She knows how to act just as well as her cunt of a father." I breathed and pushed away from the desk. "Everyone knows us." I brushed off my suit jacket effortlessly and walked out with Henry trailing behind me.

Riot cartel is the biggest gang in New Mexico. We are the largest drug distributor in the state. Everyone who has common sense knows this and also knows not to cross us. My father, Victor Sanchez, is the head, and I'm the successor. Although he loves to remind me that he is in charge, I run the majority of the business. Everything goes through me, or it doesn't happen.

"Which room?" I asked as I made my way towards the disease-ridden basement.

"The first one to the left, sir. She gave them a little trouble, so they got physical, but she is fine," Henry relayed to me as we walked down the basement steps and to the hallway that had rooms branching off to both sides. This is where the majority of our prisoners were kept and interrogated. I only come here to finish a job off, but this was a unique situation. This girl was not dead just yet.

"Clear out the area. Only Henry and Felipe stay." I said to the room full of people as I rolled up my sleeves and walked towards the room. I couldn't trust just anyone with this. There were eyes and ears everywhere, and I only had a handful of people within my gang worthy of such trust. Henry and Felipe were my best men and my closest friends, along with my four blood cousins. They're the only ones I trust with my life. Someone could be easily swayed by money since, after all, money equals power.

"Open the door," I said to Henry once everyone had left.

"Yes, sir," Henry said, opening the door to the room. Once the door swung open, I was met with a girl. She was short and petite. She was wearing a large hoodie in an attempt to cover her large breast and faded jeans that looked fit for a homeless person. Despite all that, she was beautiful. Her hair was long and wavy; it flowed over her shoulders. I watched her as she moved her eyes up and down my body making me unintentionally smirk. Nonetheless, this wasn't the girl.

Anger slowly rose in me as I looked at the girl before me. She wasn't the girl we needed. They took the wrong girl. I went up to her in a swift move and grabbed her chin in my hand, making her eyes almost immediately fill up with tears. Her lips quivered, and her body shook softly in fear as I examined her face. Her skin was so pristine and smooth like a doll, yet her eyes showed nothing with exhaustion and sorrow. This was definitely not the girl.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I did, tears had already spilled out her big brown eyes and down her cheek and eventually came in contact with my hand. Her tears were so hot as they glided against my thumb. Unthinkingly, I almost moved to brush the tears away, but I quickly stopped myself. I felt Henry and Felipe's presence behind me, which snapped me further out of the trance I was in.

"Stop crying," I growled, making her stiffen immediately, and her big eyes widen even more. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was trying so hard not to cry. The fact that she was obedient to me made a wave of heat rise through my body. "What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain.

"Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. My suspicions had been correct. Harley, uh? I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed by made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself; I turned around quickly, walking towards the exit of the room. I proceeded to slam the door so hard I heard one of the hinges pop out and drop on the floor, causing her to gasp loudly. She is the wrong girl. They took the wrong girl.

"Fuck!" I yelled, "Someone is going to pay for this! You incompetent idiots. Hide your fucking wives and children. Whoever did this is dead!" I growled in anger as I stormed out into the hallway where Felipe and Henry were standing with a concerned look sketched on their faces.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Henry said

"You idiots." I breathed out. Henry and Felipe were my closest friends, and I hardly wanted to hurt them in anyway, but I couldn't be soft even if they were family. I couldn't show weakness. The consequences need to be dealt. "Who took the girl last night!" I yelled

"Rez and Franklin," Felipe answered without hesitation.

"Where are those bastards right now?" I said, massaging the wrinkles away from my forehead to calm myself down as I waited for a response.

"I think they are in the meeting room, why? What's going on?" Henry asked, but without a response, I stormed towards the steps and out of the basement. They'll have hell to pay. ————————

"Help me understand how this happened, Rez. You had one fucking job! Are you so stupid? You can't tell the difference between two girls?!" I growled, grabbing a fist full of his shirt in my hand and slamming him against the wall at the same time I spoke.

"Sir. I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I would never sabotage you on purpose, sir. I swear. They both looked similar, and it was dark. I'm sorry, sir, please spare me," Rez begged.

"You fucking moron!" I growled, delivering a punch to his gut. He grunted out loudly as he hit the floor with a heavy bassed thud. The two girls look completely different. One was tall thin, and blonde, while the other was short petite, and busty with long black curly hair. Not to mention they were two completely different races. It was definitely sabotage. "Her name is Avery Miller!" I growled, "We needed her! I heard from Frank that the bitch in my basement yelled out to Avery, her friend, as you pulled out into the road, you stupid bastard!" I said, bending down and punching him in the face repeatedly over and over till the red coated my knuckles and his breathing turned labored and almost silent. He wheezed out to me but it did nothing for him. My frustration was unmatched right now. The entire operation could be completely fucked because of these lazy men.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please." He pleaded, making my lip twitch in anger.

"Henry. Finish him and the other one." I said, wiping off the blood that had splattered on my face and knuckles with a cloth Henry gave me.

"Yes, sir," Henry said, grabbing Rez off the floor as he kicked and screamed, begging for his life. Pathetic.

My anger hadn't subsided even after beating three people to an inch of their life. My family has never lost a fight, and I wasn't going to be the first.

Avery Miller is the daughter of Daniel Miller. That fucker was a partner of ours for years. He helped ship our product from his factory all over the world. Safer and faster. He preached his business was family-oriented on TV but discreetly ran hundreds of kilos of cocaine for a sick bastard like me. Until that fucker got greedy, he began secretly taking my portion of money and drugs and stuffing his filthy pockets like I wouldn't notice. His ego exploded after we started working with him. I refuse to be made out as a joke, especially by a revolting old prick like him. That disgusting bastard refused to give me what he owes me, so we planned to hold or even go as far as killing his daughter until he gave me what I'm owed.

Now he most likely knows that we are after him and his daughter, but the one thing we do have is the fact that the bastard can't go to the police without revealing himself. Snatching up his daughter was the best and most efficient plan to get results, but it's not the only plan we had in place. Although these plans are going to be a bitch to follow through, it won't stop me. ———— Oop, so we got some conflict and more understanding on what's going on.

How are we feeling about things so far?

What's going to happen to Harley?