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

if I saw about scumbags high on coke and booze muscling in on me. From experience, I learnt that when these men say they are going to kill you , they do.  
                  Christa walks over to the man and talks to him in hushed tones.
                  ‘Senora please,’ the man says, ‘is all a misunderstanding.’
                  ‘ Si ,’ Christa says, nodding several times.
                  The man calms down obviously relieved to see Christa’s lack of hostility.
                  She continues nodding, an affable smile on her scarlet lips.
                  Diablo stands on the side , his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. He spends most of his time glancing back at our villa. It looks like everything is going to be okay.  
                  Then, Christa turns to Diablo and says , ‘Kill him Diablo.’
                  What the …?  
                  ‘Senora, please!’ the man cries, his eyes filled with terror.
                  Slowly, Christa starts to circle the man. ‘He mus t die, Diablo . He mus t die. He can’t come here. He has no right. We never invite him. Nobody come here unless we … ’
                  ‘No! ’ the man shouts . ‘N o !’
                  ‘He mus t die,’ she repeats, looking Diablo in the eye. ‘ You have to kill him, Diablo.’
                  Diablo doesn’t move. He scratches the back of his head, rubs his chin and glances towards our villa.
                  Surely they’re not going to kill him. Whatever he did, it just couldn’t warrant this. 
                  ‘ Diablo, I a m your mother , ’ Christa says. ‘You mus t li sten to me. You mus t respec t me Diablo, because it is right. You must k ill him and show your men how to rule. Show them you are in charge. Show them your pover or they will think you don’t have no pover, eh? You show them you are strong. You mus t teach them. Please Diablo, ple a se . That is how you be a good leader, Diablo.’
                  I don’t believe what I’m hearing. Fucked up in the head, she is.
                  Diablo glances at the expectant faces around him but does nothing.               
                  It looks like he’s not eager to kill .
              Christa claps her hands over her head and chants, ‘Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!’ She looks at the men around her and they immediately join her and chant.    
              ‘Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!’
                            Diablo glances at our villa again and I get the impression he just wants to return to the dining room and continue staring at me , like people do when they buy goldfish for the first time.
                  ‘Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!’
                  Diablo shakes his head hard . Then, to my absolute horror, he unsheathes his knife, jerks the man’s head back and slits his throat.
                  At the sight of the blood, Christa throws her hands in the air and starts jumping and dancing like a woman possessed. ‘You are a good son,’ she says, slapping her breasts. ‘You listen to your mother. You are a go od leader. Everybody clap. Come , everybody. Come clap for your leader. For your boss, for your Diablo. He is great . He is Diablo !’
                  ‘ Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!’  she chants.
                  Then men join her and shout, ‘ Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!’ 
                  Diablo looks at the blood all over him, frowns then walks away.
                     ‘You are a real man , ’ Christa yells after him. ‘You are our master . Diablo! Diablo! Diablo!’
                  I slide to the ground and collapse in a heap. ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh