Her Beauty Within

14

Markhil

I groaned at the burning pain in my foot, my whole body was sore and I'm sure I look unrecognizable. I can barely make out the three brothers standing around, talking with each other.....completely ignoring me. I went in and out, but still caught on to what they were saying......

"Envían al cuñado del hombre. Los estadounidenses son tan jodidamente estúpidos, ¿¡cómo no sabían que iba a causar problemas!? (They send the brother in law of the man. Americans are so fucking stupid, how they didn't know he was gonna cause problems!?)"

This voice sounded like the brother who shot me, Rolando. The pain was numbing my body and I took in more deep shaky breaths, cringing.

"No quieren que el hombre sea el presidente de todos modos. Estos hombres negros se adelantan demasiado a la política.....(They don't want the man to be the president, anyways. These black men gettin too ahead of themselves with politics)" This was also a new voice and I summed it to being the middle brother, Balthazar.

What...?

If it's one thing I know from growing up.....you don't tell people every about you. The government understands that I speak only 3 languages, when in fact.....I speak 8. When I was asked why I don't speak Spanish.....I glossed over with it being an overrated language and my focus was shifted more to the lesser known languages.

Even though I did speak spanish......

I was caught off guard with the call to pack up and fly out. I always wondered why the country was only giving 20 slots to Colombia, I wasn't assigned to work for the struggling country til a couple weeks ago. I walked in to the cartel controlled government, Drew and Lorena are scared shitless with what they were demanding them to do. The minute I got here, these brothers couldn't stand my ass....

It just didn't make sense why there were applicants still waiting after all these years. I constantly called Larry's office to ask.....I just get the run around.....

"Qué sucede contigo.....? (What's wrong with you?)" Rolando asked, I rolled my head to the side and tried to look out my swollen eyes.

I breathed through the pain in my chest, my hands are cuffed behind the back of the chair I was sitting on. The minute they found out who I was.....they had their boys jump me and I'm sure I passed out. I dunno how many days or hours it's been.

"Todavía no las puedo encontrar......(I still can't find them)" This was another new voice, it must be the baby brother, Gabrio.

He was a lil crazy and maybe disturbed, but he's more quiet of the three.....it was like he always had a chip on his shoulders. Sometimes I'd see him look at a small old ass picture, I dunno who's in the picture......but it was a weird fascination he had with it.

"Te dije que no te preocupes, Noel cree que las vio en Abdoli. He estado viendo sus nombres en la lista. No se van..... (I told you not to worry, Noel thinks he saw them in Abdoli. I've been watching their names on the list. They're not leaving.....)"

Who....? The fuck going on.....?

"Te prometí. La conseguirás.....(I promised you. You'll get her....)" Rolando continued. My eyes felt like they were swollen to slits, I barely licked my lips and hissed quietly when it slid over the large cut. It got quiet and suddenly, I heard footsteps......

"Aye, American.....pray that your stupid brother take us serious......" The heavy accent said in my ear and I felt the fist connect to my already painful jaw.

"Mm!!!" I choked in pain, I tasted the blood pooling in my mouth. I spat it on the floor, barely looking at the 3 motherfuckahs.

Balthazar