On getting to her apartment, Ryan spotted her associate, sitting on a sportbike. The pink gown she wore was short, exposing her long legs and thighs.

  She even still look professional, in her black heel sandals, her long hair was nearly packed in a ponytail.

    "Miss Ferico". Ryan smiled extending her hand for a handshake. "Always looking sexy".

  Rosie smiled back, she shook Ryan warmly "It's Federico, not Ferico" she corrected "You know I don't do sexy".

   Ryan grinned as she withdraws her hand, she walked in as Rosie followed without any other conversation.

   As a young woman's apartment would be, Ryan's sitting room was a mess with her towel on the floor. She picked it and began to put every other thing in place.

    "Don't bother" Rosie sat "If I've had my apartment it would look as unorganized as yours".

  As a lazy girl would do, Ryan left the gathered clothes on a sofa. She walked to her shelf and brought out a bottle of wine, she pours into two cups, and with a friendly smile, she offered one to Rosie.

   "Care for a glass of Rosey?".

   Without saying anything, Rosie took the cup and placed it on a side table. She looked determined, she looked like the kind of person that doesn't easily get distracted even when Ryan began to undress.

   "Did she fall for it?". Her voice sounded boring.

  "That bitch is a pain in the ass, Rosie" Ryan groaned "I just want to make her feel endless pain".

   Rosie smiled, she took her glass of Rosey and walked towards the window, one arm behind her back right above her butt, the other was holding the cup close to her lips.

   "Endless pain doesn't come so quick" She smirked "Since she is broke now, she would do whatever we offer even not as friends".

   "She took my card but didn't say if she would call".

  "That's not a problem" Rosie turned back to look at Ryan with her glass empty "When I was your age, I worry myself over everything".

  Ryan twisted her lips awkwardly, her brows connect, her blue eyes show forth nothing but disbelief. She refilled her glass and did the same to Rosie's glass when she walked closer.

   "You know you young people think wishes come through" Rosie rested on a couch feeling lazy to go back to the window side "But that's just bedtime story. Even when you have the money to work things out, you get to chill and let your brain work too".

   "You are just twenty-five years old"  Ryan scoffed "What makes you think you know better".

   "I know better because I know what you had for lunch and dinner yesterday" Rosie stated earning a dry chuckle from Ryan "I know better like when you fucked your father's friend, got pregnant for him, and aborted, I know better because you are -".

   "I never told anyone I was pregnant" Ryan stood up "What are you? Are you CIA?".

   It's was then Rosie's turn to chuckle as she refilled her glass "CIA doesn't do dirty jobs like that" she raised the glass, wiggled her brows, and with a thin smile on her face "They check stuff like why your father asked you to leave Jamaica because you accidentally killed your best friend".

   Ryan dropped her glass, she moved back holding her chest like her heart was about to explode.

   "It wasn't really an accident because you pushed her out of jealousy and jumped so it would look like you both slipped".

  "Have you been spying on me?"

  Rosie smirked, she set her glass down stretched her legs, put her hands under her head, and close her eyes.

   With a proud smile on her face, she pretends to sleep. She could feel Ryan still starring, she could feel the poor girl was tensed but she couldn't just let the girl know she had worked for her father when she was still a baby.

   She still had ears in the family and whatever happens, get to her ears.

   "Go have some sleep princess".

   "Don't call me That!" Ryan cried "who are you?".

  "Relax" Rosie smiled with her eyes still closed "I promise no one knows about it, not even your neighborhood who had a camera in your bedroom until hours ago".

   Ryan flinched, she turned around looking for a camera.

     "I removed it about two hours ago" Rosie opened her eyes "You left your open".

  Ryan rested on the nearest chair, if a stranger could this know this much about her, then her secret is no longer safe.

   "Believe me when I ask you to trust" Rosie sat up "I'm Rosie Federico and I have never betrayed anyone".

   Ryan forced herself to smile, she wakes gently into her room. Her legs felt heavy as she dragged them along, her shoulders were weak like overcooked noodles.

   She wondered how Rosie would be comfortable sleep on the couch when she had a very large bed and a visitor room. She wanted to go tell her to join her but she was scared, the thought of a camera watching her sound creepy.

   "What kind of psychotic pervert would want to watch me sleep". She thought aloud.

   Meanwhile, Rosie laid still, she wants to sleep but could not sleep, Not when she still has the enemy at loose. She stood up, walk to the window, and began to stare.

   "Melissa Harts," she said "Such a nice name for the wrong person".

   She flinched as a phone rang out, she knew it wouldn't be from anyone else but her home.

   "Hola mamá".

   She stayed silent for the caller, her mother to reply.

   "te envié algo hace unos tres días" she frowned, she hates it when her mother asks her for money too much but she has to offer, because of her son Santus.

   She slapped her forehead and whispered a cuss.

  "¿Santus está durmiendo?". Her boring voice asked.

   "dile que lo amo tanto" she blew kisses in the air, hoping her son would know she loves him so much and is working because of him.

   "te enviaré algo de dinero este fin de semana. si. adiós.".

  Without waiting for any more, she ended the call, Breathing slightly heavily.

  There was never a day her mother had not to call her to give her a heart attack or maybe make her blood pressure get high.

   A week ago, she sent a stolen ring to her, but her mother said she didn't receive anything.

    She went through her phone gallery, all she could notice was Williams's picture, over hundreds of them. She enjoyed stalking him, taking pictures of him every time she can. She took pictures of him in the pool, at school, with Karen, in the bathtub, while eating, In clubs, making out and a picture of him and Melissa.

    She starred in the picture for so long. She noticed a year's drop of tears on her phone screen.

     "You will fucking pay for it". She said through clenched teeth "Melissa, melissa".

   Rosie had thought all her dreams would be true until melissa came. Although she had hated Karen at first because she had a very little effect on him but with the strange redhead. Just the first day she noticed the girl at Williams school, she knew she was up to no good.

   That that will end, sure it will end well.

Her earbuds beeped.

   "Hello, sir". She answered.

   From where she stood near a window in Ryan's house, she could imagine Williams's usual smirk on his handsome evil face.

    "The show is going well". She forced herself to say after a long period of silence.

   "Sure it is, miss Federico". Williams chuckled.

  "Please can you call me Rosie instead of Federico"?

    Williams snorted, she laughed for a while. The sound of glass clicking and liquid pouring out was heard.

   "Sure. Miss Federico". He cleared his throat "So what are you both up to?".

   Rosie smiled, she knew Williams was the kind of person that would find out about anything if he wanted.

    "We have been making out" she replied blurt.

    "¡de hecho!". Williams chuckled again "Well I know you".

  Before Rosie could say anything else, Williams ended the call.

    Poor Rosie, she had wanted to tell him many things. Like how she wants him to think about them and make things work well, like how she wants to tell him she loves him and would keep loving him.

   With her eyes still glued to the picture, she was looking she smiled. If only anyone could know what was in her mind no one would come close.

   She just wants to make sure melissa pays for taking Williams away from her. Someone came into her mind, the person no one would have imagined she would call.

   She knew it wasn't a good idea but she had nothing else to do.

   "Karen Stefan?". She made it sound more like a question.

  "Yes?" Karen replied, "Who the hell are you?".

   "How would you feel if you had your boyfriend back". Rosie smirked, pure evil.

   "Which one of them?".

   "Williams".