Ch. 7 THE COURIER

Rosita’s POV

My steps echoed through the hollow garage as I approached the black jeep, a deep frown spreading across my face. I couldn't believe Deangelo had the audacity to spank me—me, a lady of noble birth! The memory of his rough palm against my tender flesh still remained, and I shuddered involuntarily.

Silvia's voice jolted me from my trance, and I turned to see the bitch placing a small communication device in my right ear. "This will allow us to guide you to the location you need to make the delivery," she explained.

I nodded mutely, and Hugo strode forward, opening the driver's side door with a smirk. "Get in," he commanded.

Reluctantly, I climbed into the jeep, moving to sit in the passenger seat. But Hugo's voice stopped me.

"No, what the hell are you doing? You will be driving, Chica," he said, his brow raised. "For your first mission, you will go alone, so the authorities don't get suspicious."

I gripped the steering wheel with both hands, letting out a tired sigh. As I glanced over at Hugo, I noticed his brown eyes narrow.

"Can you even drive?" he questioned, his tone doubtful.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I quietly shook my head. "No." I managed to utter.

Silvia's frustrated groan filled the air. "Damn it, she is completely useless to us if she can't even drive!" She shoved past Hugo, climbing into the driver's seat herself. "Looks like I will have to do this one myself after all."

As she started the engine, she turned to me, her gaze scornful. "I have no idea what the boss sees in you. You look like a doll, and you act like one, too. It's like you have been isolated your whole life."

My lips parted, but no words came out, so I stayed silent, knowing deep down that Silvia was right. I was woefully unprepared for the realities of the outside world.

Just as Silvia moved to close the door, Hugo stepped in, leaning against the edge. "The boss didn't approve of anyone else going with the beauty," he commented, his eyes roaming openly over my body.

Silvia's expression darkened. "I'm not just anyone," she snapped, yanking the door shut with force.

I watched in silence as Silvia reached into the glove compartment, recovering a blonde wig. "The cops on the main road know me," she explained, quickly folding her red locks into a wig cap and securing the wig in place. "I have to disguise myself if I want to make this delivery."

She then produced a pair of stylish sunglasses, slipping them on and removing her dark lipstick in favor of a bold red. I couldn't help but marvel at the transformation—it was as if Silvia had become a completely different person.

Gripping the steering wheel, Silvia fixed me with a stern look. "Put on your seatbelt," she ordered, before gunning the engine and speeding out of the garage.

As we approached the gigantic metal gates, I felt a familiar sense of unease scratch at the back of my neck. The sight of the grand structure triggered memories of my former golden cage, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself.

Through the communication device, Silvia uttered a brief command, and the gates swung open, revealing a long, private road empty of any other vehicles. I tensed as Silvia floored the accelerator, the jeep rocketing forward at breakneck speed.

After making a sharp turn, we rejoined the main road, which was now bustling with traffic. My breath caught in my throat as I remembered the packages of drugs taped to my stomach. Silvia must have sensed my nervousness, for she turned to me, her voice spiked with warning.

"Get a grip on yourself," she hissed. "Try not to look suspicious."

As the jeep approached the police checkpoint, I steeled my nerves, praying that our disguise would hold. This was my first true taste of the outside world, and I couldn't afford to fail. Not when the stakes were this high.

Two police officers approached the jeep, one of them knocking sharply on the roof. Silvia rolled down the window, wrapping an arm deliberately over the door frame.

"What's a fine officer like you doing out in this hot sun?" she teased, her voice taking on a distinctly foreign accent. "It's going to make your skin all blistered, but you are still hot, by the way."

The officer's expression remained blank. "Ma'am, I'm going to need to see your driver's license and proof of ownership."

His colleague cut in from behind him. "I know you ladies must be wondering why we are doing checks today. Um, there was a homicide and a hit-and-run just a few blocks over. We are trying to get to the bottom of it."

The first officer cleared his throat. "Papers, please."

Silvia let out an exaggerated sigh, reaching into the glove compartment. My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of a small handgun nestled inside. Silvia retrieved the necessary documents, closing the compartment with a sharp kick before handing them over.

The officer scrutinized the papers, his gaze briefly meeting mine before his colleague elbowed him sharply. "Stop gawking at the pretty chica and do your job," he muttered.

With a rude nod, the officer handed the documents back to Silvia. "Everything seems to be in order. You are free to go."

Silvia snatched the papers, tossing them chaotically into the backseat before gunning the engine and driving out. I gripped the armrest, my heart thrashing as we sped down another private road, lined with armed men in black.

Silvia stuck her hand out the window, flashing a strange hand sign, and the guards nodded in acknowledgement, allowing us to continue unhindered. As we approached a massive mansion, I couldn't help but gasp.

The estate was lavish, though not quite as magnificent as Deangelo's. Loud music poured from the mansion, and half-naked women were lined up outside, guarded by armed guards.

"Wow," I breathed, before remembering myself.

Silvia shot me a pointed look. "I am going to go alone, I can't risk the Don of Weed seeing you. He might start acting as crazy as my boss. Stay in the car."

With that, she reached over and began shedding the drug-loaded tape from my stomach, bundling the packages together before exiting the jeep.

I watched her disappear into the mansion, my gaze drifting to a woman standing nearby, accurately taking notes as she inspected the line of women. Before I could avert my eyes, the woman began walking toward the jeep, a calculating expression on her face.