Cleo was out for 9 months. 9 months means birth or to her, rebirth. 9 fucking months out of that cage, which she adored. She adored being the queen of prison, telling what other women should do and also having girls in line to go down on her. But damn, it was good to be out. It was good to feel the sun caressing her skin and the cold making her shiver. 

She arrived her late father's warehouse and saw 8 men sitting on a small square table and playing poker. She approached, her combat boots ready to kick some asses. Cleo was pretty sneaky, so they didn't noticed her until she was almost at reach. The guys almost jumped on their seats.

"Easy there, cowboys. I'm gonna go straight to the point. I'm Joe's daughter and i want to know what the fuck is going on here and who's in charge of security? And Randy, put the fucking shirt into your pants!" She crossed her arms and smirked at the surprised men, well knowing that Randy was the headman.

"Cleo, uh... miss! You have returned! You are... changed! We didn't receive notice of your release, we didn't know anything about you." Randy said, stumbling on his words and on his feet, trying to bow to the lady. He almost fell down.

"I didn't expect you to know something, as i got out for behaving! Can you imagine me behaving?! Anyway, i'm back. I expect you were all letting the business fall apart while gambling and sitting on your asses all day long?" Randy was about to answer but Cleo made a motion for him to be silent. She walked around them and pointed at their bellys:

"You fat fucks! Get the fucking hell out of those chairs right NOW and go do some exercise, i want you all huge and heavy muscled! We are gonna need some hard knuckles and hard bodies to achieve glory! Now go! The gambling and sitting-on-your-asses-days are over." She turned on her heels and went into the warehouse, where the office was, locked behind 4 sets of keys, which only she was able to unlock.

Cleo opened the door after a lot of struggling and she felt the familiar air and smell from childhood, when she played and drawed all of the glasses and the walls. The safe was at the corner of the room, she went straight there and put on the combination. WRONG. She shivered and tried once more, slowly. CLICK. It opened. She smiled and said to herself:

"Boy, i'm gonna make it snow cocaine in New York!"

Cleo was standing jaw dropped, crouched in front of the safe. It was empty. She closed her eyes and prayed it was just an illusion, but when she opened, there was the empty safe again. She started screaming and touching it's insides, as if reaching inside would bring her all the drugs that was into it. She couldn't understand it, she was the only one that had a key. Or at least she tought so. Cleo was breathing heavily and her face red from all the hate she was feeling. All that time locked up, getting beaten, abused sometimes, for NOTHING! She turned around and raced to the warehouse front. The men were standing there, scared looks on their faces. She ran at Randy and before he could react, she punched him hard in the face. He went down like a rotten apple:

"Where the fuck is my father's stuff? What the fuck happened while i was out?!" She said between gasps of pure hatred and kicked him hard. "You fucking useless turncoats!"

Randy was moaning on the ground as a man approached, his gun pointing to Cleo. She frowned at him:

"You're gonna kill me? Betray me and then kill me, is that what you fat fucks planned?" 

Randy made a motion for him to put the gun down and looked Cleo straight in the eyes:

"Miss, it wasn't us! We would never betray you and your father (God bless the soul of that honorable man), you helped us very much! I swear we didn't touched that safe, as did nobody else! Ay, we've been waiting here for your return for almost 10 years, taking care of everything for ya! We wouldn't dare do anything to harm ya, miss!" He said, between moans. "On my honor!"

"Well, looks like your lackey wanted to harm me 5 seconds ago! She said, pointing to the young man who was pointing the gun.

"He's me son! Just a young dumb lad, trying to protect his father. But he should know better!" Randy threw a mean, ugly look at his son. The young man looked down, embarrassed. Cleo sighed and offered her hand to Randy, which he accepted and stood up. She said:

"Well, we're fucked then. I thought this was the only key. Now we have to find out who had a copy and figure this out."

Randy looked at her and smirked:

"Miss, i don't know how much was in there and we may be fat, but we were not just sitting in our asses while you was locked up. We've been saving money for your return." 

He motioned for the men to approach and then went into the small tool shed. He opened it and Cleo smelled mold. Randy lifted a heavy mat that was there and opened a trap door under it. Cleo followed him and found herself in a dark small room, full of cobwebs and potato sacks. She reached a sack and opened it. It was full of C-Notes. She looked at Randy, shocked. He was smiling to her.