spanish mafia

chapter 1

this is my first Wattpad lmao. Please don't judge too hard, also there will be some spanish phrases in here, but i will leave translations after the sentence. Also i am not spanish so im sorry if the phrases arent accurate lol but im learning so just pretend im right ig. Also peep my horrendous spelling.

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fuck, fuck, FUCK, I thought as my eyes scanned the room. The blood on my wall, my sisters lifeless corpse and the messy room, obviously broken into.  My limbs started to feel like lead, and i felt the walls closing in. My breathing, more ragged by the second. Tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes. This feeling was all to familiar, exept this time there was no one to help me through it.

I didnt even attempt to calm myself, i just sunk to my knees and let the tears take over.  

A few minutes later my bitchy subconcious forced me to pull myself together and i started the procedure me and my sister had gone through if anything was to happen to her. I felt myself walk towards the computer, and type in the password. 

Pulling up files i clicked on the one titled, 'dear Alexis' Ew. Why the fuck did she use my full name. 

I double clicked on the file and a document in a letter format opened. 

'dear Alex' it read.

'if you are reading this letter then i do apologise. i could write pages about how sorry i am for leaving you but i was never sentimental'

'so if you go to my bedside table, there is a letter stapled under it. it is in morse code and once you figure that out, you will know where to go and where to find the keys, the morse code also reveals a second location and that is where the key needs to be used. tread carefully though, i beg you.'

Damn who knew my sister was Jhonny English.

'all directions aside, i love you Allie and i hope youre okay baby sis xx'

so much for not sentimental. Bipolar bitch.

Following the instructions and feeling consoled by the letter, i went to the indicated spot, reached my hand under the drawer, and to my suprise, there was nothing there. Fustrated, i pulled out the drawer fully and started looking for the morse code. Breathing heavily, i ran back to the letter and tried to see if there was some kind of code. 

While scrolling through the letter the realistation of the situation hit me hard. There was no code, my sister wasnt smart enough for that shit. Somebody else had got the morse code before me. And with my luck it was probably my sisters killer. And as there was no exit indications, there was a very high chance that the killer was still in my apartment. The same feeling as before started to overpower me but i fought back and controlled it. I needed a weapon, this person mustve been strong to take my sister out but i needed a weapon if i even wanted a chance to get through this. 

The best thing to do right now was to pretend i had no idea someone was here so stealthily i ran my hand across the surface of the desk behind me while scrolling through the letter, trying to make myself look deep in thought. 

my hand still scouring for something to use, i made my way to the drawer where my palm connected to something cold and hard. Damn this better not be a dildo. 

Cautiously tracing the outline with my finger i felt a trigger and instantly realised what this was. A fucking gun. Why the fuck does my sister have a gun lying in her god damn desk drawer.

Welp this is my best chance at survival so lets hope my bad bitch instincts kick in and i can use a gun. Pulling out the gun i tuck it in front of me while still trying trying to appear focused on the computer. 

Some how figuring out how to open the chamber i found a few bullets and loaded the gun, i was trying to be quiet but as i pulled the safety release it made a loud quick and before i could comprehend the figure towering over me, a gun connected to my head. clutching my banging head, and barely concious i shot the gun and somehow managed hit this fat fucks leg. 

running through my apartment door i collided into the lift door and to my fucking luck, it was out of order. Taking to the stairs instead ; i hurtled down looking to see fucking elephant man behind me. damn his fat ass could run. 

I finally made it to the reception desk where i ran past a startled maid and elephant man just feet behind stopped briefly as i ran out the door. i heard a gun shot and feeling sorry for that poor maid, i carried on running until i found a taxi. 

Jumping in, the taxi driver started to protest, but in the heat of the moment, i pulled out my gun and told him to take me to the airport. Obeying my demand, and shutting the fuck up, he presses the accelerator and starts driving. 

Whipping out my burner phone, i managed to secure some tickets to Paris. Wow what a lovely place to run away to. Based on my current surroundings i was about 6 blocks from the airport. Forcing the taxi driver to stop i tucked my gun down my pants, i would worry about how the fuck i was supposed to get on a plane with  a gun another time, and started yeeting myself to the airport, still with no idea where elephant man was.