Born In Blood (Sicario #1)

ii. Break-in & Takin'

I did lose my sleep. A lot more than usual.

Two days had passed since the interview.

I was dreading calling Mateo and ignored his calls and texts too. He would be pissed knowing the interview went shit and we might have to go with Plan B.

"Fuck it!", I picked up my phone once again and decided to call Sal, his wife, instead. It was better than ignoring him at least.

"Look who decided to call finally." She said in a flat tone.

"Hello to you too." I said with a sheepish smile.

"Don't hello me girl, you better have a very good reason why you weren't answering our calls, or so help me God."

I sighed, "Sorry Sal, I was just mad about the whole thing."

"What happened babe?", the worry in her voice clear.

Sal and Mateo were the only family I had in New York. Initially I was against them coming along to babysit me but as the days passed I was more than thankful they were here. Even if they lived on the opposite side of the city.

"Damien Benitez is panty dropping hot"

"Oh! And that's a problem because? That's pretty fuckin' awesome." She sounded apalled.

"That's not a problem, for sure. I was just letting you on the juice", I said giggling. "But damn is he fine Sal. Those eyes, girl. Those damned eyes. And he smells fucking divine." I let out a dreamy sigh.

The line went quite for a few seconds. If it wasn't the sound of Sal's breathing, I would've thought she hung up. But she let out a loud laugh.

"You sound like a lovestruck fool. You lucky bitch! I don't understand why you're pissed though", she questioned.

"About that," I let out a sigh, "he told me they have this bullshit policy about not hiring singles. How the hell did we miss that piece of information? That's impossible right?"

I explained to her in detail about the whole interview, and she listened carefully. Oohing and aahing at all the right places.

She got just as confused as I was, and agreed that Damien had to be playing me, and it made me feel a little lighter.

I thanked her for she told me she'll let on Mateo about the whole ordeal and invited me over for dinner, like she always does, and I politely declined, which I rarely did, and we hung up.

I was not ready to face them yet.

You see, I never needed a plan B. Yes, we always had one. But not to beat my own drums, I got my job done in one single try.

And this thought was making me very miserable. All my worst fears were making an appearance. I mean if the start is patchy, the end will be too right?

Ughh. I was fustrated like hell. For many reasons. And I needed to vent it out.

So I got up from my bed and headed towards my closet to get the gym bag.

Working my ass off at the gym was a good way to let my mind wander off the stupid thoughts in my head.

The gym was close to my apartment. A mere 15 minutes walk.

As I left my building, the cool evening breeze caressed my face. The sun was getting ready to rise in some other part of the world leaving the sky here in a sublime pool of amber. Warm specks of sunlight sieved through the clouds, giving them a beautiful golden glow.