Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 20｡+*

"Wait, do I understand correctly?! " Mauricio exclaimed nervously as soon as he learned from Candela that Narin had gone on alone. "You left her alone there?"

"Narin can take care of himself. " Itzel said with a bit disgust. She and Candela now made their way through the rest of the suspicious hideout, aiming to find Billy.

"I know that, but that's not the point!" He said indignantly. "If their boss is there, Narin may be in danger." He spoke quickly, then sighed, trying to calm down. "I shouldn't have agreed to this..." He shook his head.

"She'll be fine. " The black woman interjected, but she was also worried about her beloved woman. "Whatever happens... She'll find a way."

"Yes, and besides, who knows..." Castro said cheerfully. "Maybe hermana will be able to get along with their boss and there won't be any fight!" She laughed nervously, but stopped when she met Itzel's stern gaze. "I'm sorry..." She calmed down.

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Narin stared at the man standing in front of her, slightly confused. The blond continued to extend his hand to her and didn't accept the refusal.

"You can put the gun down. " He said. After a second, they were approached by a woman who, like everyone else, had her face covered with a white mask. The stranger held a rather large tray in her hands, on which Narin was to put her rifle.

Vazquez looked at her uncertainly.

"You won't need it. " The blond continued, the smile still not leaving his face. "You've got dozens of extra weapons in your boots and belt to kill me anyway."

"That might not be enough. " The black-haired girl replied, then sighed and slowly put the weapon in the indicated place. The woman in the mask moved to her place with the assassin's rifle. "What game is this? " She glanced at Amarillo.

"How can you be sure it's a game?" He answered the question with a question.

Narin slowly approached him, grabbed his hand and began to dance with him to the tune played by a nearby band.

"You seem to have a lot of questions in your head. " Boss laughed. "Feel free to ask. Don't know where to start? "

"The most important. " She stopped abruptly, still looking him hard in the eyes. "Where's Bill? "

The blond chuckled softly.

"He's alive. " He replied after a moment. "For now. " He added with a smile. "But I'm afraid I can't give him back to you. If I did, he'd be testifying against my stupid big brother. "

"Not against you? "

"I'm not stupid enough to get caught when I want to kill someone." He replied. "You see, even though my brother is older, I've always been the..."

"Smarter? "

"Yes, that too. " He nodded, still slowly leading the dance in the center of the circle. Now the masked men faced them, but none of them moved again. "My parents always told my brother that he was to be the heir to everything they owned. As the elder son, he'll get what is due to him. "

"But he didn't get it? " Woman guessed and Hernández nodded.

"Our parents thought he wasn't right for it. He's easily fooled by others, he lacks talent and... charm. " He smiled broadly. "I didn't inherit this organization, or rather a gang, as you say. " He said. "I created it myself. I started when I was still a young kid. Despite everything, my parents were happy about it, they appreciated me and noticed how much talent I had. So they decided that everything they had would be given to me and only me. "