Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 7｡+*

Narin opened her eyes and felt a searing pain coming from her neck. The woman instinctively wanted to touch the sore spot, but her movement was blocked. Only after a while did the assassin see that she was handcuffed with a meter-long chain at her side. However, she wasn't handcuffed alone, but together with Mauricio, who was sitting behind her. They were sitting back to back, and they were sitting on the cold, dirty floor. The trader also noticed that he was no longer wearing his jacket, only a black shirt and jeans. In addition, guessing from the sunlight coming from the broken window next to it, it was easy to see that they must've sat here unconscious all night. Now, it was probably some time in the afternoon.

"Ahh! Fool, you got caught! " She yelled at her friend right away.

"You got caught yourself too, don't blame me, chinita!" The trader shouted back, trying to free his arm, but to no avail.

"Ah ¡Me cago en todo lo que se menea! Hijo de puta...( f*ck, son of a b*tch.)" Narin started throwing all the curses that came into her head, woman fell silent only when their kidnappers and their boss entered the place where they were.

The boss was a bit fatter, dressed in red, and he laughed seeing the youngsters in such a situation.

"Well, well, Serrano. " He crouched in front of the trader. "You remember me huh?" He smiled at him.

Mauricio was silent for a moment, then turned his head to the side and made a straight line from his lips.

"You know, to be honest, not really. " He shook his head, and a moment later the guy in red hit him solidly in the face, making brunet tilt his head to the side.

"You deserved it. I'd love to do it myself if I wasn't f*cking chained! " Assassin screamed, still unable to believe that she had let herself be caught like that. "My dreeeess! " She looked at the dirty and torn clothes. The hole extended from her right thigh to her waist. And her friend's dirty jacket, was lying across the room, and was as worn as the assassin's dress. "Aaah, I'll kill you for this!"

The boss exchanged a few words in Spanish with his subordinates, then looked at Narin with amusement.

"Oh, so we've got you as a bonus. " He crouched in front of her. "Nice to meet you. " He said and Vazquez spat on his face. "B*tch!" He hit her.

"Hey, hey, hey! " Mauricio called. "It's you wan't to deal with me, not her! Leave her alone!" He turned his head to the side as far as he could. "Though I really don't know who you are."

The man in the red suit approached the trader again and looked at him, then lit his cigar and sighed heavily.

"Does the name Raúl Escarra mean anything to you? " He asked sternly looking at the cuffed brunet. "No? Nothing? " He asked, seeing his confused expression. "Or maybe the name... " He crouched in front of him and blew the smoke right in his direction, which made Serrano cough. "Damaris Escarra? "

"It's a female name, right? " Serrano said and the boss slapped him in the face again.

"Don't make fun of me. " Raúl growled sternly.

"Just get to the point. " Mulatto woman interjected then sighed and leaned her head even more against Mauricio's back.

"I agree. " Beaten brunet said. "Because at the moment, I honestly don't know anything."

The man in red sighed, then was silent for a long time. He started going back and forth from Narin to Mauricio.

"Damaris was my daughter. " He said after a while.

"Was? " Assassin repeated. "Isn't she anymore?" She raised her eyebrows.

"She's dead. " Escarra hissed at which the mulatto closed her eyes and turned her head towards the trader.