Hermosa Asesina - Beautiful Assassin

nine

The car ride was silent. The only noise in the car was the sound of the engine pulling off at every red light.

I watched as we pulled up to the same wooden house Marcello first took me to. It looked as beautiful as it did when I first arrived.

"Whose home is this?" I asked Nathan, who had just gotten out of the car.

"It's Santiago's. His mother and father built it in the 80's as a hideout. They never used it though, only Santiago a few years ago." I stared in disbelief at how beautiful the house was. My legs followed Nathan to the front door of the house as my head still wandered around the house to look at the exterior.

We walked to the front of the door when the same Hispanic woman as before answered.

Nathan nodded his head at her before walking inside.

"Marcello says you already know where your room is, go there, one of us will call you out when you're needed." He shot a quick smirk before walking off up the stairs. I sighed and licked my bottom lip before trying to go through my mind to find where the room was.

I found my way through the halls till I eventually found the room where I once was. I entered the room and was faced with sunlight beaming in my eyes. They squeezed together trying to adjust to the immense amount of light hitting me. I walked towards the windows and quickly closed the curtains to all of them. I walked to the bed and placed my bag on it. As I sat it down I looked down and noticed my DOPE sheet calculations already there, along with a notepad and a pencil. I sat down and looked at the calculations.

Seeing the sheet was able to remind me of some important numbers and calculations that I had once locked down in my head. My mind raced with actual calculations that I had done on the field. How fast the wind was blowing on those days, how far the target was, and whether I made it or not, which I rarely ever missed.

I won't say I never missed, but when I did, hell was raised. Whether from me, or the military.

Being one of the top shooters meant they gave me the most important targets. The worst of the worst. And if I missed one of them. Punishments were made.

I looked up from the paper and jumped at the sight of Marcello staring at me.

"If you have a crush on me just say that." I smile. I grab the notepad, pencil, and calculations and get up from the bed.

"Why have a crush on you when I can fuck girls hotter, and, less annoying." He smiled back. I rolled my eyes and walked to him. "Follow my lead, Orco."

Orco? That's not Spanish. Orco sounded like Ogro, which was 'Ogre' in Spanish. So Orco must be...

"Italian. You're Italian?" I ask just now realizing as he starts walking off.

"Just realizing that?" He scoffs. As I walk trying to get closer to him.

"Why is an Italian in with the Marquez's? I heard you guys have shit going on in Italy and New York."

"Because I was born in Milan and my family ran away from that exact trouble, we moved to Colombia then Mexico, where I met Santiago and his family." He said looking uninterested in the conversation. I didn't pry but was still interested.

We walked in silence till he led me to the backyard. It was huge bigger than an apartment complex maybe. An Olympic-sized pool with an amazing garden. In front of me was a backhouse. It looked almost like a regular house. Two stories but still big. Marcello walked me to the front door and led me in.

This house was certainly not regular.

Any weapon someone could name was in just the living room. He walked me to the stairs and we walked past a room filled with coke, from floor to roof. Once we got up the stairs a variety of bullets were there along with a huge open window to the back of the house. On the floor laid the sniper I had asked Santiago for, along with the needed bullets.