The Two Assassins - Nestor Oceteva

Ch. 12

Isabella through the key across the room and Nestor caught it easily with a grin. He had enjoyed driving her car last night, it was a nice change from the large obnoxious Escalade that Miguel had his staff drive. Miguel had all his guards do through driver training but he had never driven like she had. He wanted to know how to drift. "Would you like to honeymoon in Japan? Or a world trip even." She grinned at his suggestion. "I'd love that baby. I have been so many places but never took the time to look around."

They pulled up to the warehouse and saw the Mayan patches leaving the area. A dark blue van was parked at the loading dock and there were four motorbikes lines up at the front door. They reversed the car beside the motorbikes so they could get away quickly should they need. Getting out, Isabella took a long appreciative looking at her man. They were both decked out in black again but this time Nestor had his braids back. It hardened his face and reminded her of how he answered the door when she first went to Miguel's.

"Why were you angry at me when I met you at Miguel's?" She knew it wasn't the right time but she couldn't shake the image now that he had his perfect braids done. "I was angry at myself, querida. I had already fallen for you and EZ came in spouting you were a junkie. I thought I would have seen the signs but if I missed that then I had failed Miguel and myself. Then you touched my cheek and I felt like you had electrified me." She mumbled something under her breath along the lines of EZ being a rat bastard. He chuckled at her before pulling her in for a quick kiss. Both were eager to finish this and get home for their wedding.

Together they climbed the ladder to the roof and walked over to a glass pane. They could see Chibs, Rat, Happy, Quinn, T.O and a prospect. Isabella wanted to avoid killing Happy but it would be easier than leaving loose ends. They climbed back down and discussed what options there were. "I'd hit them fast and get those other 4 out of the way and leave Chibs and Happy until last." Nestors plan made sense, she could execute Chibs and then decide what to do with Happy last.

Knowing the men were on high alert, Isabella used her head scarf and expertly wrapped another around Nestors head. "I don't need you catching a bullet my love." He was surprised he still had his full range of vision and could easily breathe too. He thought it would be uncomfortable or restricting wearing the mask but it wasn't. Isabella's phone vibrated, she looked down seeing the number and accepted the call silently. It is done. My debt is cleared. The call ended. "Who was that?" Nestor asked. It had to be good news because she was smiling. "A guard in Stockton Prison, the man who shanked Juan is dead. Let's finish this mi amor."

Nestor shot the locked handle off the door and kicked it in. They ran into the large open space as the bikers were drawing their weapons. She was impressed, she had seen Nestor in covert action and found it hot but seeing him with his guns drawn she wanted him so badly. He shot Quinn and Rat with well aimed head shots while Isabella threw daggers at the prospect and TO. The black man dropped to the ground, the dagger handle protruding from his forehead. The prospect however, had slipped on engine oil and had fallen so the dagger missed its target.

She drew more daggers, this time she launched them at Chibs feet. The man screamed as the knives penetrated his boots, feet and the concrete below. He tried to move but it was too painful and futile. She was pissed that she had missed the prospect so she ran at the young man drawing her sai swords. Before she could reach him Happy blocked her. "That's my prospect, little girl. He's got my protection." She snarled at the man. "Fuck you Happy, your protection doesn't mean shit. When I slit his throat in front you, you will feel how I felt. Knowing you failed to protect him."

She sliced her sword at Happy but he rolled backwards out of reach. He tossed the star of hers that he had kept. She spun away and her hand shot out catching it mid air and flung it back at him. He wasn't fast enough to get clear but he had moved so it embedded in his shoulder. He grunted in pain, it was stuck in the bone. While he was distracted she threw her sai sword like a javelin, into the heart of his prospect. Nestor was standing near Chibs, his gun trained on the man while they both watched the other two continue to fight.