Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 28｡+*

Itzel told Nairn everything. It turned out that Martinez had been contracted to kill her own sister, whom she had, admittedly, lost contact with years ago when Itzel was banished from her home. Since then, they haven't had contact with each other, nor with the rest of the family.

Her sister Amaia was the pride of the family. She was extremely smart, always got good grades and received lots of awards. The perfect woman, according to Itzel's parents. The only thing her parents always picked on Amaia was the fact that she was fatter. They couldn't stand it, so they always made her stick to a diet and do lots of hard exercise.

"The only thing Itzel was better than you was that she was slim and much prettier. " They said.

Amaia has struggled with being overweight for years, but during Itzel's time at home, her sister has lost a lot of weight, so it won't surprise her to see that she's really managed to lose weight now. The black woman herself never understood the problems of her relatives. Amaia didn't need to lose weight at all, in her opinion, she was suitable anyway, not only in appearance, but also in her skills. Not every woman has to be thin, this stupid reasoning always gave Itzel a headache. Where was the sense in that? Not everyone has to be perfectly thin or beautiful. Not everyone is given this, and even if someone looks different, there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone is beautiful in their own, unique way.

"So you got an anonymous report?" Narin repeated thoughtfully, looking at Martinez as she sipped another glass of whiskey. "You accept an anonymous report? You never..."

"Mm, I know. " She interjected, setting her glass down with a loud bang on the table. "But I got half the payment now, and I'm supposed to get the other half after the job is done. " She said, then caught her breath and continued, pouring herself another portion of quite strong drink. "My client assured me of payment. And wrote down all the details. Client described her plans for the day, sent photos and everything! " She called, spreading her arms wide. "She's changed, Amaia. " She said and took a sip of alcohol. "She looks like..."

"What? Pretty? " Narin said and rested her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Sad. " Itzel said and looked at her beloved. "She has lost weight...a lot. Parents must have really tormented her. " She shook her head in disbelief and took another sip. "Looking at her photos..." She sighed, trying to control her emotions. The alcohol was already working on her. "Ah, Narin, she looked like..." She had tears in her eyes.

"Sad? " Vazquez guessed, knowing her companion was drunk.

"Yes! " She called, even though she had said it before. "Yes, sad! " She placed her hands on the table top. "She looked so sad... She seemed so overworked... So tired, exhausted..."

"Are you talking about her now or about yourself?"

"About her. " Itzel said, frowning as she did so. "Narin... " She took her hand, to which the mulatto only shook her head in disbelief and sighed. "I'm going to kill my own sister."

"I know, you already told me. " She replied somewhat amused. "And you already said you took the job."

"Because it's true."

"So? " The black-haired girl asked. "How am I supposed to help you? It's your job and you know that... "

"I know." Martinez interrupted her. "And I will." She nodded, looking into Narin's eyes. "But..."

"But? "

"But I want to... " She sighed and looked at her beloved again. "I just want you to be with me when I do it."

Her words took the assassins by surprise. She hadn't expected this. She thought Itzel would ask her for advice or help in fight, but she hadn't expected that.