BANG Up Job {BOOK 1}

Chapter 10: Beauty

"There."

He handed me another handheld mirror.

I couldn't grasp it of course because i was still tied to the chair.

But he held it up for me.

I looked much better.

My hair in a higher more presentable pony tail.

My remaining face makeup was removed with a makeup wipe.

So my face looked radiant and fresh.

The bags under my eyes were gone, as Antonio applied concealer there.

My eyes looked brighter.

Mascara and eye liner present.

My lips no longer chapped because he used chap stick.

He even added a little blush.

"Antonio where did you learn to do this? this is better than i can do myself!"

"My mother, she was a makeup artist for the local news channel."

"Wow."

"You look very beautiful." he smiled at me.

He wasn't all bad.

He was actually rather sweet.

"Well its all thanks to you." i smiled weakly back at him.

The pain killers he gave me were wearing off.

"You looked beautiful even without it. the makeup is just a front to the beautiful secret you really are."

"You would compare my beauty to a drug cartel reference."

He laughed and it was quite cute.

"Of course. you do know where we are don't you?"

"No actually i don't know where we are its a little hard to think with a knife in my neck and a torturer from the Cuban drug cartel standing in front of me while I'm tied to a chair. tell me where are we?"

He just laughed again.

"You're funny princessa."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Because it suits you."

He really isn't that bad of a guy.

I mean yes he's a experienced torturer for a Cuban drug cartel and has threatened to kill me many times including the time he had me chained to a torture wall, but he's not that bad of a guy.

Did i mention i need therapy?

"I have to hand it to you though, you successfully helped your living mother escape with almost no casualties. Besides the knife in your throat of course. It takes a special kind of person to do that. and thats why boss wants you alive."

"Yeah well if its so hard to leave, then why did my father escape and leave us to die?"

"Because he is a sick cowardly man. Cuban men put there families at their number 1 priority. if boss finds your father he will purely kill him because he left his family to die, not even because of the drugs."

"I don't know if i should be happy or scared." I spoke honestly.

"Scared? thats a new emotion for you princessa." He laughed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your actions haven't exactly been portrayed as actions out of fear."

"Yes well i have had my moments where i almost peed so excuse me."

"Oh shit yeah i almost forgot! do you need to pee or anything?"

"You're asking a girl you've kept chained to either walls or chairs for the past 2 days if she needs anything?"

"Uh yeah?"

"YES I NEED WATER AND FOOD AND YES I NEED TO FUCKING PEE! god damn Antonio its like keeping a fucking cat. just fucking feed it and let it piss."

"You do resemble something of a cat. Feisty and you have a pussy do you not?"

"Yes i have a pussy that happens to have to pee."

I hadn't realized it but he had let me go and during this entire conversation he had walked me to the bathroom.

"Humph." i retort and enter the bathroom.

As I'm washing my hands i look in the mirror.

I look like death has only slightly touched my soul.

And thats all i remember before hitting the tile floor and everything going black.

Again.