Hermosa Asesina

six

Music blasts through the car as he speeds by various mansions.

My body was begging for rest, to just lay down. The only things I wanted were to see Tatum and sleep.

As my eyelids became heavier and my head fell more to the window the car stopped.

"Wake up. We're here." Marcello says putting the car in park. My eyelids slowly rise and my head lifts. I open the car door and stretch when I get up. The party was lively, people, all dressed formally, stepping out of their fancy cars. All walked up to a mansion that looked like it was as big as the white house.

"Put your arm around mine." He says walking around the car to me.

"No." I blurt staring at him. He licks his lips and then chuckles.

"Okay then, when you get lost and one of the assholes in there tries to kidnap you don't say come screaming my name." He says staring at me.

"I can take care of myself, trust me I don't need you." I state as I walk off. I hear a grunt before I feel his arm interlock with mine.

"No puedo esperar a que Santiago se ocupe de ti." I hear him huff under his breath. As we walk I stare at him.

"What's that supposed to mean." He looks down at me and smiles.

"You'll see." Our eyes lock as his grin gets wider.

As we get closer to the house my heart starts beating more rapidly. Usually, in situations where I'm surrounded by people that could kill me I have backup or there's enough of them I could handle myself. Then the though comes across my mind that I know nobody here. Nobody can save me.

"What, you scared?" He said still looking infront of us.

"What am I supposed to be scared of?" I ask as we enter the mansions doors. The atmosphere of the place felt rich. People everywhere wearing designer. wearing jewelries that costs more than what money my family has had in a lifetime.

"Meeting Santiago. I mean, even the toughest of people would get on their knees for him, just to spare their life. Women couldn't last any longer." He says dragging me deeper in the house.

"You make a lot of assumptions about me without even knowing me Marcello." I groan now looking up at him. He looks down at me as we take a sharp turn.

"And you assume that I know nothing about you." We stare at eachother before he takes me to another turn. This one revealing a large staircase to the basement. He unwraps his arm around mine and what could only be assumed as a basement living room was the only thing I could see. Various men and women filled the room, some watching a game of poker, playing a game of pool or just talking to others.

"Don't leave my side." He whispers leaning down to my ear. He lets go of my arm and I walk behind him. My head wonders admiring the Architecture around me. I follow slowly behind him until we reach a room.

"Stay here." He leaves me to the outside of the door. I watch the my surroundings, the room feels and speaks elegance. People stare at me as they walk past, their eyes curious. The music from the basement lingers in my ears as I lay my back against the wall. Marcello opens the door and motions for me to come in.

As my foot steps into the room I stare at the design and pallet of the room. It felt warm, you couldn't hear any of the chaos happening in the room next to it. It was relaxing.

A woman stood infront of me. She had long hair, curled into beach waves. She was tall, at least 5'11, with legs long and beautiful, as so was she. Her eyes were big and brown. She had light freckles with fair skin.