The Two Assassins - Nestor Oceteva

Ch. 2

Nestor had escorted Miguel home after the deal was made but some of the Mayans stayed because they were piss heads that couldn't turn down free alcohol. Coco was asleep on a lilo in the pool while everyone else was on the sofas and recliners. Isabella, having slept comfortably in her bed was the first awaken and fired up the BBQ to make breakfast for them.

EZ soon joined her outside with two mugs of coffee. She smiled at him as he handed one to her. "Your accent is what, New York?" She nodded yes. "So how did you end up in Santo Padre? Well close to it, I guess." She took another sip of the drink debating how much to tell him. She decided there was no point in lying. "My little brother, Juan Carlos was killed in Stockton. It was my fault be got into the mess though. We grew up in a rough neighbourhood, in Queens. My ex was an enforcer with the mafia, I seem to find trouble where ever I go. To get away from the mob I did an OE in Japan. I didn't find out until I returned to NY that JC had got in with the mob and fucked up bad. By then he had already joined the Sons."

She took another couple of drinks and flipped the steaks before continuing. "I had to stay in New York to fix his mistakes and it took a lot longer than I thought it would. Nearly fours years it took to clear his debt and when I finally tracked him down in Charming he was already in Stockton. He was going down for the clubs bullshit that Jax made him do and it got him killed. I promised I would avenge him and that blood debt won't be paid until Tig and Chibs is dead." Her hands were shaking with rage so she put the mug down to stop it spilling.

EZ was taking it all in, he knew some of the history from hearing the Mayans talking but he was in prison during the whole time this went down. "So, how did you meet Marcus then?" She smiled bitterly, the memory mustn't be a good one, especially given how she greeted him yesterday. "He interrupted my plans. I was about to take them out at Jax's funeral but Marcus got in the way. If I knew what a pain in the ass he was going to be, I might've just killed, still debate it sometimes. Anyway, he spotted me and approached me while standing right between me and my target." He hadn't even known who I was but he was going to sacrifice himself for those bastards.

The youngest Mayan pulled a face. "I'm not a complete monster EZ. I only want my retribution, not to have bystanders blood on my hands. He told me it would start a war and to hold off. I don't know why I believed him but I did and he shipped me off down here to die." EZ scoffed thinking that's a bit melodramatic. The others were waking up, typical for men since the food was nearly ready.

While the group was eating Isabella went back to her room to get dressed, she wanted to get this shit with the LO rebels over and done with. The sooner the better, then Tig and Chibs can be dealt with. She pulled on her black leggings that had sheaths sown into the legs. She pulled a long sleeve black shirt and a tactical corset over the top. The clothes were from a specialist store her employer owned, not that she worked much anymore.

Attracting trouble wherever she went, she fell purely by accident into a secret society where she trained as a kunoichi - female assassin. The clothing was woven with kevlar threading, making it bullet proof and move agile than a bulky vest. She slotted her throwing daggers, shuriken stars, senbon needles and a short sword in their sheaths.

She pinched the top of her nose and could feel a headache coming on so she headed to the bathroom and pulled a syringe out of its sterile package and a vial from the vanity drawer. She then rolled her sleeve up and tied an elastic band around her upper arm before she suctioned out 3mls of the liquid. She found the vein in her elbow and injected the fluid waiting a few minutes to feel the effects. Laying her head back she could relax with the pain receding. She heard the motorbikes start up but by the time she got to the front door they had all disappeared. Nice to see they have manners, not.

After cleaning up aftermath of the unexpected party, she headed to the garage. There under a blue tarp she uncovered JC's bike, it's was oddly poetic because he took her Harley when she left for Japan and now she had his. She hadn't ridden it yet but kept it maintained for the occasion when it would happen. Running her hands along the bike she remembered when JC would beg to ride her Harley to school. She had always turned him down worried about her bike more than him but now she regretted all the times she turned him down. She should have known he would do something stupid without her watching over him. He couldn't handle being alone, he was his own worst enemy.