The Two Assassins - Nestor Oceteva

Epilogue

Nestor finally got around to reading the documents Isabella had included in his envelope. He found she had made an itinerary for her dream honeymoon they didn't complete. Taking a year off from working for Miguel, he did everything on her bucket list. Every item he checked off helped him feel at peace a little more.

He sighed as the plane touched ground in San Diego. After the final task on the bucket list, he had learnt to drift in Japan, he was ready to come home. She had kept her promise, to teach him to drive like they do in Japan, even in death. Miguel, Emily and Cristobal had been at the airport to meet him. The little boy had grown up a lot and was talking even more. They boy still told everyone about his 'imaginary' friend, Isabella, who he talks to everyday. It brought comfort to Nestor knowing his wife was still watching and waiting for him.

Twenty long years had passed, Miguel had moved the cartel out of drugs and guns after it became to volatile. This week had been tough, Nestor had been at the Mayans clubhouse for Happy's funeral. He couldn't believe the man had made it late into his 70 and had still ridden JC and Izzy's Harley. The M.C. had followed him back to the farmhouse. It was his sanctuary and where Nestor had retired to a few years ago. Happy had come back to the house more and more over the years as he grew old and needed a home.

They laid Happy to rest beside his daughters grave. Under the tree that had grown and bloomed since Isabella had been buried beneath it. Sitting beside her head stone, Nestor leant on it. "I miss you Izzy, I'm so tired of the loneliness." A breeze blew through his long greying waves and closing his eyes he felt her running her fingers through his hair.

He must have drifted off to sleep as he dreamt of her standing before him. She looked as beautiful as they day they married, standing in a flowing white dress. In her arms was a little girl with long, black waves hair and chocolate brown eyes. His heart ached as he tried desperately to reach them, he felt the emptiness in his hands that wanted to hold their daughter. She was just like him and Izzy has imagined, made equally of his and her features and absolutely perfect.

"This is your daddy, Teresita. Wave to papi, bebita." The little girl waved happily and tried to reach back, breaking his heart just a bit more than he thought was possible. "We have to go Nessy, never ever forget how much I love you. Juntos, por siempre en espíritu. We will see you soon my love." His wife and child faded from view as he came awake, tears drying on his cheeks.

Nestor managed to pull himself away from her headstone to get ready for Cristobal's graduation. The boy had meant so much to both of them that he couldn't possibly miss it. He pulled up to the crowded venue and made his way to where Miguel and Emily were sitting with their teenage daughter, Bellamy. Emily named her after Isabella and their daughter Teresa would have been about the same age.

Nestor was talking to Cristobal about his plans for the future when he heard shots ring out. He went to get his gun on reflex but found no holster. In his stupor from the dream, he hadn't grabbed it off the bedside drawer. All he heard was the crinkle of Isabella's letter in his breast pocket. He saw the shooter heading towards Cristobal and with his weapon raised. Nestor tackled the boy to the ground as a shot ran out.

Miguel ran to his son, seeing him go down under Nestor. Another guard had taken care of the shooter so they let him through. He saw blood, so much blood that it was running along the emptying dance floor. He pulled his best friend off of his son so he could get up. Nestor looked up with a smile, seeing beyond Miguel. With his last breath he whispered "Mi Bella."