I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
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SEVEN YEARS AGO
She does not cry.
She looks like her mother, and of course, she has her father's hazel eyes. I know because I've looked into those eyes more times than I'd like to admit. There was a time I longed to watch the life vanish from those eyes, and my longest wish was not granted. Katherine Jeanette Hidalgo does not cry, neither does she quake with fear. Blood knows blood after all. Because the blood that flows in her father, flows in me, and pours vigorously in hers.
A house on the countryside. Alexander Hidalgo has really settled for less in the name of love. How pathetic. I'd hoped to have wiped him out, but I failed. Katherine stares at me in wonder and the gun in even more wonder. She reaches for it, and I allow her, watching gratefully as her grip tightens on the gun. She does fuss, neither does she show any hint of fear.
I carry her into my arms, and she fusses just a little. Those small bright hazel eyes still stare at me in wonder. Who is this? She must be wondering in that tiny brain of hers. Why does he look so much like Papa? She must also wonder. What is this that he holds in his hands? And why does it seem heavier than he's letting on? Because it's a gun and it's loaded sweetheart. Because I came in here to pay your father a visit. Because while you look so innocent, a huge part of me wants to strangle you for your sleeping parents to find tomorrow morning.
One would think that Alexander fucking Matteo Hidalgo would have locks that wouldn't be so easy to crack. But then again he probably deluded himself into thinking I ran somewhere far away. Maybe his entire family of Jocks and baby mamas think the same, and that very thought makes me laugh. I make the mistake of laughing out loud because the moment I do, I hear footsteps coming into the nursery.
Right on fucking time.
I ease Katherine's hands from my gun and I point it to her head. I turn to see her father, my brother, with a gun aimed at me, and his wife whimpering right behind him. Who woke mama up? Katherine begins to fuss on seeing her parents but I keep the loaded gun pointed fiercely at her little head.
"I was wondering when you'd be awake." I crack a small laugh. He doesn't seem to be getting the joke. The man here looks completely different, yet almost similar to the brother I served for years as his right hand man.
"Give Katherine to her mother." He says, his deep voice a mix of a warning and spiked anger.
He cocks his gun.
"Careful now, Capo." I retort in a mocking tone. "If you so much as shoot, she dies, and you will walk in a pool of your daughter's blood."
Katherine fusses, her face contorts like she realizes what is going on. And then she begins to cry. She finally sees the difference between me and her father, or maybe she already knew and just wanted to hold out for a while. Why? I'd probably never know.
The newest Mrs. Hidalgo whimpers, her eyes stay fixed on her daughter as more tears stream down her face.
"What do you want?" She pleas and her husband shoots me a glare.
