ISABELLA: I watched as Justin leaves the Cafe, suspicious looking around whilst holding something. What was he holding? And who was he with? I kept my distance, adjusting my hood every second to cover my face, I followed him and I could tell he was uneasy. He kept stopping and looking around as if knowing he was being followed, luckily I was extremely skilled at silently stalking people. I put both hands in my pocket, pretending to read a newspaper, I turn and realize he was gone…my heart stops, I take off my hood and frantically look around, I walk into the corner of the street when I feel a presence behind me. “You are not as slick as you think Isabella” Warren's quiet voice echoed behind me.I turn and fold my arms, “you caught me. Well done” “Are…are you following me Isa?” “Like I don't have anything better doing?” I scoff, “I was on my morning run that you ditched me by the way” “Then why are you sneaking around with a hood on like a…creep?”I let out a dry laugh, “you thi
JUSTIN: “How do you know Carlos Montez? You better not lie to me Warren” she crosses her arms and her stance becomes tense. “I don't..told you a friend does” “And this friend is?” anger in her tone and her pupils already dilated. “What exactly do you want with Montez anyways?”She scoffs, “I ask the questions here. Get your friend here tomorrow, we need to talk” she leaves and slams my door.************* Teal eyes, dark hair, sharp scent like flowers and mint, a figure of a woman passes me and her scent fills my nostrils. Her presence was evident behind me, her hands caressing my back softly, calmly. I couldn't see her face but her presence was thick, I could feel her very essence. “Who are you?” my voice echoes into the abyss but no response, she holds my hands softly but when I try to hold her back she vanishes, I couldn't feel her anymore. I turn to find her but nothing, I feel a stabbing pain in my chest, I look up and see a gun pointed at me, my ears ring from the gun shot.
ISABELLA: I throw another knife at the target board, trying to calm myself down. How didn't I have any idea about Montez? I groaned internally and verbally, my chest was hurting, a constant sting was in my head, my mind goes to my father, poison? Poison killed my father? Who did it? Why? I pick another knife but I miss and my frustration increases. “At this rate we're going to need another target board,” Miguel says behind me. “We should, this one's old” I throw another knife and I miss, “fucking hell” “You're letting him get to you Isa,” he sits down, “I know and it's…it's frustrating me. I don't know what to do, I hate surprises like these” I fall into the chair. “How about breathing? You look like you've been holding your breath for hours” he sighs, “look, like Justin said he is irreleva…” “So irrelevant that he knows what killed my father,” I scoff, “he knows something” “He does. He kept smiling like a fucking maniac when he was here, he is trying to get under your skin…
JUSTIN: “He wasn't lying, he did work for your father”I push the file to Isabella.She goes through it, anger on her face, “how's..how's this possible? I was there, since the beginning, how didn't I know he worked for my father” she scoffs in disbelief. “Well maybe he wasn't relevant,” I point to the file,”investigation shows he was more or less like an errand boy, like I said irrelevant”She sighs and closes the file, “God” she says softly, quietly. “You need to breathe Isabella, you're stressing” “It's my family's business Warren I'm allowed to stress over it, what the fuck is wrong with you?” “I'm just saying, what can Montez really do huh? He doesn't have any seat of power whatsoever in this business, I have also done my research” “Congratulations” she scoffs, “he has worked with my father, he knows things, secrets, things that if they leaked it'll ruin my image..hell this whole organization's image and you want me to..to calm down? God Warren” she facepalms. Her hands were
ISABELLA: I stare at the letter again and again and again, tears at the brink of falling, my heart beating extremely fast, I grip my sheets in fear, my legs shaking…my anxiety was through the roof. I fold the paper neatly and lay down on my bed trying to calm my breathing, trying to understand what was happening and who I have wronged so badly that they are doing this to me. I popped two painkillers in my mouth because my head was going crazy. I stayed away from the drugs I sold…it was a mantra, no one was to use products that are to be sold. “May I come in?” My door opens slowly and I see Cara peeking through. “Yea” I sniffle and sit up, She enters and sits on my bed, “ho..how are you?” “Good,” I showed her my arm, “healed up nice too.” I smile a little.She holds my hand, as if knowing something was wrong, “Isa…” “Cara I'm fine.. training has been fine too, Justin’s been of great help” “Okay…” she said softly, “I'm sure you already know, but..I came home drunk yesterday” “Y
JUSTIN: “Again” I shout and she does another push up, “again” and another and another till she falls flat to the ground. It's been three days with non stop training, she has improved significantly, with the jogging every morning, target practice, fist fighting, sometimes I'm going to bed and I still hear her practicing. She laid down on the floor, trying to catch her breath, her arm was still bandaged so I was easy on her when it came to push ups and weight lifting. “You good?” I squat beside her. “Yep” she said breathlessly. “Okay” I stand up, stretch out my hand and drag her up, “hows the arm?” “I'm taking off the bandage today” she takes a deep breath in, “yours?” “Been good since the second day,” I smirk, “go on, we're done for the day”. “Thanks” she smiles a little and leaves.I pack my things up also trying to catch my breath, in as much as I was training her I was also sharpening my skills to be faster and quicker…I can't be snuck up on again. I walk briskly to my hou