Kiss Me Deadly ✔️

Prologue

Ever wake up one day and in the pit of our stomach, you know your life is going to drastically change? Yep, that would be today for me.

I woke up and went to school, but I noticed my dad was actually home which was kind of odd. Odd you may ask? Well, maybe a bit of background is needed.

My name is Sasha Martinez and I'm seventeen years old. We currently reside in California. Did I also mention that I'm Mexican-American since I was born here? Yep, I was along with my dad and mom.

My dad is Manuel Martinez, special agent for the FBI and a profiler. He's also one of the top agents in the country. Most people refer to him as Manny, but I simply know him as a dad.

My mother, on the other hand, I never knew really well. Her name was Maria and according to dad was beautiful and the love of his life.  You may be wondering what happened to her?  She died when I was a year old from Ovarian Cancer.  She didn't realize she had been sick, but had a lot of backache.  By the time she went to the doctor's they found it had progressed to the point, it was terminal. 

She did go through treatments and fought as long as she could, but in the end, she succumbed to it, leaving my dad to care for me along with my Nana. My nana is my dad's mom considering I don't know any of my mom's side since they all live in Mexico and practically disowned my mom after she met my dad. 

According to my dad, mom was feisty and fought for what she wanted.  He said I have the same type personality and I remind him of her every day so she's never really gone from us.

I really wish I would have gotten to know her so I could have some memories of her.  All we had happened to be pictures and videos, so at least I get to hear her voice.  God, she was beautiful.

Anyway, I veered off topic a bit. Ah yes, the reason for my dad coming home was something different from I expected. I came in through the door and he was leaning against the counter eating a sandwich while Nana was getting dinner ready.

I walked over and gave him a kiss on the check, "Hello Papi."

"Hi Mija," he said, giving me a kiss back.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here, but usually you're off chasing some bad guys," I said to him.

"Well, that's what I need to talk to you about.  We're moving."

"What?  Nana!  Did you know?" I yelled.

"Si, nieta, your father told me last night," she said making tortillas.

"But we can't move!  All my friends are here!"

"Honey, I understand, but the case I've been working on has taken a turn and we think we've located Carlos living under an assumed identity.  I wouldn't do this, but I don't have a choice.  You want me to put away this bad guy, don't you?"

I sighed, "Yes."

The one thing I couldn't do was arguing with my dad when it came to his job.  Hell, I couldn't even tell people what my father did for a living.  His cover story was he was an accountant that came from Texas.  I doubt anyone ever bought it, but apparently, most people don't pay attention to these details. 

My dad was not an accountant type.  He was muscular with black hair, brown eyes and stood about six foot four.  His build contributed to the military and when he got out he applied to be an agent.  He met my mom while he was on an assignment with the FBI.  He was tracking gun runners and terrorists. 

Eventually, he was handed a case of a Cartel leader from Mexico who ran, drugs, women, money, and guns and was considered one of the most dangerous men in the country.  His name was Carlos Mendoza and he fled when his compound was infiltrated and a shootout occurred.  My dad was given his file and told to profile him since that was his main job. He was a profiler. 

My nana and I had to be kept a secret so no one knew who we were. It was safer that way.  I just didn't realize how things would take away left turn with this move, but with this, it was anyone's guess.

"So, when do we leave," I asked.

"So, tomorrow morning, so I would get packed."

"But I haven't had a chance to say goodbye to my friends," I whined.

"Honey, it's better that we leave as soon as we can with the beginning of the school year.  I already made the necessary arrangements at the new high school and a house is all ready for us. You start next Monday," he said, rubbing my arms. 

Great, my senior year was going to be spent in some hick town away from my friends that I've known my whole life.  I couldn't even tell them I was leaving or why. It was too risky.  Yep, this sucks. 

Welcome to my life.  Things are about to get interesting.