Hermosa Asesina

eleven

I sat in the car awaiting the destination.

Currently, I have one of Santiago's guards driving me to the business Santiago runs. Of course, we couldn't be seen arriving and leaving in the same car. So his guard, Luca, is taking me.

I'm burning up, wearing a black turtleneck with all-black trousers. Not a spec of my skin or any identifiable features were noticeable, I put a doctor's mask on my face and rolled my ponytail into my beanie.

Luca only spoke Spanish, so the language barrier stopped him from talking to me, though, I know Spanish fluently. I'm unaware if he knows that, but I just ignore it trying to focus on the task at hand.

I checked the weather and sighed in relief to notice there was no wind today. My mind went through the entrance and exit plan and tried to go through every single mishap that may happen and before I noticed, we'd arrived a block away from the club. I look up at Luca who gives me a nod before unlocking the backseat car door. I step out of the car and Luca skirts off.

I start walking, getting hotter with every step.

Underneath the turtleneck and the extremely baggy trousers was a short, red sequined dress. Once the job was done, I was to take off the all-black and dump the clothes down a shoot next to the rooftop entrance.

I march closer to the club till I realize the amount of people entering in and out of it. I was made aware Santiago owns both the business I'm shooting from, and the building I'm shooting through.

I finally reached the building and took a sharp left turn to arrive. I walk through the revolving front door and try to remember the directions Luca gave, trying his best in English.

Up the stairs, take a right, elevator, rooftop.

I walk past the front desk and turn my head to meet their gaze. They were staring at me, scared looks on the two receptionist face. I hurry and turn away from their gaze and continue to walk up the steps. Elegant people walk past me, giving me dirty stares as they see my messy appearance. I ignore the stares and reach the top of the staircase. I take a right and am immediately greeted with multiple luxury elevators. I pick the closest one and choose the rooftop button. I stood there eager to reach the rooftop, my patience wearing thin.

All I wished for was to stay home, and be with Tatum, but no. I'm stuck here being an assassin.

Tatum has known the countless amount of men I've killed since I came back home. When I arrived, the first few nights I had nightmares, so Tatum thought it would be best for him to sleep in my room all of those nights till he deemed me fine.

It took three months.

I felt bad having Tatum under me when he was still dealing with the grief of losing both of our parents. He had to be all alone for a while. His eldest brother abandoned us a long time ago, Me in the military, and our parents gone, he had to cope all alone. With nobody to be confined in. I wasn't aware of the news till after I got done serving a tour in Sweden. The military thought it best not to disturb my work. Of course, after, I left and started taking care of Tatum.

If I had to make the decision all over again, I'd choose Tatum again, and again.

I finally reached the rooftop and stepped out. I looked out to try and find where my setup was. I walk out further till I finally see all of my equipment set up for me. The gun is set up near the back of the club, nobody would be able to what happens when the glass shatters and the people outside have no access to this part of the club. I look through the window to realize I really can't see through it without my lens. Meaning, I'd have to look through the scope until I finally saw them walk in.