CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

“So, in summary... You want me to capture and bring you a woman you didn't know before this year began, but then kill your son, huh?”

Don Fabrizio took a deep breath and then exhaled as she asked him this; he had never looked at it this way. But, even hearing her out to him so bluntly was not going to change his mind about what he'd decided to do.

“Yes... Yes, kill my son and bring me the woman..”

The woman before him puffed a tremendous amount of smoke out of her mouth after taking a long, deep drag from the cigarette in her hand and then said:

“You're a sick man..”

Aylla Pedro, the woman who was sitting across from him as they sat in this abandoned and cordoned-off building, was a thirty-three-year-old woman who led a group of rebels known as 'Les Latinas De La Muerte’ which accepted only females into their group, females who were tired of being ruled by men, who wanted to carve a path to success for themselves and who didn't mind getting their hands stained with blood in the proces