Her Bodyguard

Chapter Thirty-Three

Calida sat on the couch, a dagger in one hand and her phone on the other hand. She stared at the red dot on the map on her screen. It blinked every second and she kept staring. She was calm, too calm. Over and over she stared at the beeping red light. She was waiting for something, but what?

Calida flipped the dagger in her gloved hand. The voices in her head were usually loud, but they were quiet this time. The red dot on her screen stopped blinking. It had stopped on a particular spot. Calida zoomed in and stopped when she saw the location. She dropped the dagger on her thigh and went off the map on her phone. She dialed a number and placed the phone on speaker.

"Arell," the voice of an older man came through the phone.

"Sir," Calida responded. "I have their location."

"Hm. Good. And you want to move?" The man asked.

Calida picked up the dagger once more, as if the man could see her doing so. "Yes sir."

She heard a low sigh and imagined him shaking his head. She couldn't smile fondly like she always did when Walker thought she was making a bad decision. When she started investigating and mapping out a plan, he hadn't been in support. It would backfire was all he said.

"Well, you started trying to find out about your past years ago. This is your only chance to take your revenge and I won't stop you. Do what you must," Walker said.

Calida unsheathed the dagger and held onto it tightly. "Alright sir. Can you get them to come in after I'm done? I don't want them messing up my work. I'll hand Diablo over to them, I'm not promising he won't be harmed."

Walker chuckled. "The FBI won't be bothered as long as he's alive and able to answer questions."

"And his father?" Calida asked. "Do you guys want him?"

There was a purse before Walker spoke up. "Nope. He's not as important as his son. So, it won't matter if he's found dead or alive."

"Noted." Calida responded. "I'll send the signal when I need any back up."

The call died and Calida flipped the dagger between her fingers skillfully. She was waiting for something. She knew Diablo, if he had Izar, he would want to gloat, to talk about it all day. He would do anything to seem like the smarter, bigger person. She'd studied him for months. She knew his patterns, his triggers. Which was why she was so calm, too calm. Her phone beeped, a call was coming in. She answered the call and waited patiently.

"I told you. Ha! I told you I was going to get you no matter how hard you were going to hide. I found your little precious thing, the thing you were protecting. I found it so easily!"

Diablo sounded like a mad man. She chuckled softly and that pissed him off.

"You think this is funny? I'm going to kill her and have her for dinner! I'll grind her up and feed her to my pets!" Diablo roared angrily.

"Are you sure?" Calida asked him in a calm, but deadly voice.

A stutter and then a string of curses made Calida chuckle again. "I'm going to kill her and then kill you too! You'll see!"

"Isn't that what you've been trying to do for the last couple of months? You don't seem to be very good at this thing. Don't threaten me with a good time," Calida responded with a chuckle.

Calida suddenly heard a familiar voice screaming. She shut her eyes and tried not to respond in anger. She had to stay calm if she needed to think with a clear head.

"Hear that? That's the white girl you've been protecting. I'm going to kill her," Diablo seethed.

Calida's voice was chill when she spoke. "If you touch a hair on her head, if I count a single bruise, I will return it a hundred times over."

Another stutter and more curses before she heard Diablo again. She could hear the fear he tried to hide, it made her feel better. She got up, still holding the dagger in one hand and holding the phone against her ear.

"I'll be waiting for you," Diablo growled.

Calida smiled. "I'm coming to you, Marcus Arell Renaldo."

There was a hitching and a fearful gasp before the call ended. She smiled as she dropped the phone. It beeped and she stared at the notification. It was a video. She tapped the screen and the video began to play. She could hear Diablo's voice telling them what to do. Calida had been tied up. She was hanging up from the ceiling now. She'd been knocked out too. Calida stated calm even though the anger rising up within her was enough to start a storm.

She shoved the phone in her pocket and turned towards the main door. She opened it and shut it as soon as she walked out. She headed to the car, climbed in and drove off in a cloud of dust.

The town, the places, everything was familiar. But the route to the mansion she was driving to, even though it was old and new places had sprung out unlike how it had been years ago, it was still familiar. The vine, the farm that covered the route to the mansion remained the same. Calida swallowed hard.

"Ti farò correre a casa! Leonardo, vedi? Ti batterò lì!"

The sounds of an eight years old girl laughing and smiling as she ran next to her friend made her smile. That little girl would hide in the vines and take home as many grapes as she wanted even though her papa didn't like it. That little girl did not see her family anymore after she turned nine.

Calida shut her eyes for a second and then opened them to see the mansion before her eyes. It looked like it hadn't been kept much in good shape. The sounds of voices, of laughter filled her head.

Calida turned towards the garden as she parked her car and climbed out of it. It looked like it needed to be taken care of. She turned to the front door. Someone pulled it open and walked out, tall and deadly, with tattoos all over his face and arm. Before he could pull his gun out, Calida grabbed her dagger and threw it at him. It struck his throat, sinking into his Adam's apple.

"He's stupid if he thought I was an easy kill." She muttered as she walked over to his body, pulling out the dagger while he gurgled blood, choking and gasping for air. She grabbed his gun, weighed it in her hands and nodded thoughtfully. "Let's do this one more time."

The smell of books and old paintings was the first thing to greet her. Old and dilapidated houses were what had become of her other homes. It was good to find out that the mansion she had once lived in was well kept. This was where Papa hid her, her mother and her brother.

"Devi sapere tutto, Calida. Tuo padre non è un uomo cattivo. Non importa quello che ti dicono, non devi mai credergli. My own brothers seek my downfall."

That was the last thing he'd said that night. A man had betrayed him. A man. His brother. A man...

Calida turned to her left and pulled the trigger. There was a loud grunt and then a thud. Diablo didn't know how to do anything at all. Silly of her to think he'd be putting up a good fight. She sighed as a silhouette moved to her right. Calida returned the gun to her right hand and pulled the trigger once more.

"Fanculo! Fottuta stronza!" The man groaned.

Calida walked up to his body. "Diablo avrebbe dovuto dirti contro cosa stavi affrontando."

She pulled the trigger and fired the gun, hitting the man between his eyes. She turned and kept walking. There used to be a dance room, a hall Papa had built for her. She brushed the walls, dragging her fingers across the Victorian styled wallpapers. A man sprang out of a room, unarmed.

"Don't kill me!" He begged.

Calida turned round and shot the man behind her. She'd heard his footsteps following her. He fell down and then she turned to the man with a scar on his left brow.

"Jose, you work for these bastards?" She asked the man.

Jose looked surprised, his left eye twitched as recognition filled his eyes.

"They said you...Dio mio, they said you died!" The man said quietly, his accent thick.

"Leave while you have the chance. Go..."

The man blinked as he walked past her, his hands raised. He had been loyal. She knew everyone who was part of this. He wasn't. She turned and kept walking. Everything was going to end today. There was no going back now.