Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 16｡+*

The young people, after a hard day, finally reached Bernardo's villa. They were both very tired, both physically and mentally. Narin still hadn't dressed her wounds, so she decided to take care of it now.

"I'll be back soon. " She glanced at the brunet standing next to her. "Go to your room and don't leave this villa. Okay? " She asked as the boy nodded his head.

"May I help you? " He asked with concern but the mulatto shook her head.

"I need a moment to myself, Bill. I'll be back soon, and you stay here. " She left him alone after that.

Brunet sighed heavily and then wanted to go to his room, which his uncle had assigned him, when suddenly someone called him. It was Candela, who, with a happy smile on her face, ran up to him and grabbed his arm.

"You look like seven misfortunes. " She said looking at him. "Hungry? I'm starving! " She exclaimed, laughing. "Let's go eat something. " She dragged him along.

"But Narin... "

"Narin what? " She was surprised. "Oh, come on. You'll be with me! " She called happily, nudging him. "You'll be safe with me too. Now let's go!" She pulled him toward the villa's exit before he could say anything else.

He didn't like the idea very much. He knew they were safe at Bernardo's house. It's full of bodyguards and of course there's also Narin who was supposed to protect him. To be honest, Billy felt safest around her. The boy was already used to her habits, the way she spoke and the cold remarks. It didn't bother him or even hurt him anymore, because he knew that behind this cold side, there's a really warm and loving person who, because of her past, decided to hide behind the mask of an emotionless assassin. Morales began to understand her more and more and to like her, even very much. He trusted her and knew he was safe with her, but now... He wasn't with Narin, he was with Candela. The very thought made him feel very uneasy.

Brunet looked at the villa for the last time and then got into her car with the gray-haired woman and drove off to the restaurant Castro had mentioned.

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At the same time, Vazquez managed to wash herself quickly, dress her wounds and change her clothes. The woman headed towards a modest bar, which was also located in her guardian's estate. Once there, at one of the tables, she saw Itzel deep in thought. The women haven't spoken to each other since then.

The mulatto sighed heavily and then approached her friend and sat down opposite her. Martinez was surprised to see her.

"Now you won't talk to me at all?" Vazquez asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

The black woman just shrugged her shoulders and directed her gaze to the window where they were sitting.

"Itzel..."

"It's not about you. " The other assassin interjected, then looked at her companion again. "Everything's fine between us." She smiled sincerely. "Just... I was thinking about something else."

"Something happened? " Vazquez improved more comfortably in the chair but still didn't receive an answer.

Itzel's mind wandered off again, and the assassin guessed that it would be difficult to talk to her in this state. Especially about what was bothering Martinez.

Vazquez sighed again and looked at the black woman.

"They blew up my car. " She said, knowing that this would immediately draw attention to herself.

Itzel looked at her in great shock.

"No. " She said surprised.

"Yes. " Narin answered her broken heartedly. "They blew up my fucking Dodge Magnum. " She shook her head in disbelief. "But when I was giving my long and exhaustive report to Berni a few minutes ago, I also mentioned my car. "