ISABELLA:
“I can't believe you let her get shot Miguel” I faintly hear my mother by my side. “It..” “It wasn't his fault” I grunt in pain and sit up but my back burned with pain and my leg stiff. “Don't try to move Isa, the doctor said you need to rest” I hear worry in her tone. I look around and I see that I'm connected to different machines and it causes an instant headache. I couldn't remember who shot me, infact up until I was punched my memory was failing me gradually. “Why am I here? I'm fine” I scoff. “You got shot Isa. What do you mean by why are you here? Sigues poniéndote en peligro” You keep putting yourself in danger. I take a deep breath in, “leave Miguel”, he leaves and I face my mother, “why are you really here? I know you don't care about me or my line of work”. “Believe it or not, I am still your mother and I care contrary to your belief” she sighs, “you're just like your father, stubborn” she smiles a little and rubs my forehead, “come work for me Mia…it's…it's safer”. “Me? In heels and makeup? You're really losing it” I scoff and turn away, “and Dad's reputation? Gone? I am the only one that can run this business mother and I am not leaving it just because you said so”. She adjusts my blanket, “then you have to be safe. I can't keep running all the way from Mexico whenever you get into trouble or worse the hospital”. “I'm not asking you too” I silently scream, “gosh mother” I sigh, “I am no longer a kid okay? I can take care of myself, hospital or combat. I don't need you”. “Well I do, I need you. You're all I have” she takes a deep breath, “how about a bodyguard huh? That could help keep you safe”. “So that my nemesis would think I'm weak? It's bad enough that they think because I'm a woman I can't handle this business. I'm not trying to aggravate their murmurs.Thank you so much mother”. She holds my hands and kisses it, “think about it okay? You need some sort of protection. You're the only one running a cartel…single handedly might I add, you need help and Miguel won't always be there”. She was right, I did need the extra protection but I can't, I can't trust anyone with my life, “If I say I'll think about it would you stop nagging about it and let me actually rest?”. “Yes”. I take a deep breath in, “I'll think about it madrè” I fake a smile. “Thank you Isa, I have to go. I have tons of meetings and appointments to catch before going back to Mexico and don't forget the gala tonight” she grabs her purse and stands up, “remember you're all I have Isa” she hugs me sadly and leaves. ********** After much shouting and tiredness of being stuck in one goddamn position the doctor finally decided to discharge me…waste of three days. “What do you think about a bodyguard Miguel?” I ask as he wheels me out of the hospital. He chuckles a little, “you don't have that patience”. “Same thing I thought,” I sigh, “my mum's worries are starting to get on my freaking nerves” I stand up slowly and sit in the car. He follows the other side and enters the car, “she wants you to have extra protection? Why am I here?” “You're not my bodyguard Miguel, you're the next in line after me,”I scoff, “nope. I'm not doing it, I can't have a bodyguard, there are few people I trust and I don't think I want to add another. Drive”. He stares at me with a hint of worry on his face, “Isa”. “Drive Miguel” I say looking straight ahead with a stern look. ************** Not a lot of people know I run my father's company, yes they know I'm a woman but not a lot of people can place a name to my face, making it easier for me to move around without having to look over my shoulder every damn time but if that dumb Sanchez was able to snuff me out then these mother fuckers would be too. I get to my penthouse and Miguel assists me into the elevator. “I know an organization that has one of the best protection service in New Jersey” he says over my shoulder behind me. I sigh loudly, “we are not talking about that again. I'm not getting a bodyguard” I turn to him, “don't you trust I can take care of myself?” “Not in combat you can't. You've gotten hit five different times this week and have multiple scars from training and you're still not getting any better,” he sighs, “you need to ease up a bit. Your mother's concern is valid,” he puts one hand on my shoulder, “my concern is valid. I almost lost it when I saw you limp on the floor Isa, I don't want to experience that feeling again”. I stand on my toes and hug him, “I'm alive Miguel. Breathe”. The elevator dings breaking our hug and we both enter the house. It was eerie silent, I mean it's always this silent but it felt like someone was in my house and we both felt it. I draw out my gun slowly so does Miguel, we move quietly into the house to get a better view of who was in the house, I swear to God if it's Sanchez I'm finishing every bullet I have in this house on him. “Surpriseeeee” the lights blind me and I see Cara jump out with the biggest smile on her face. I clutch my chest a little to calm my beating heart, “Cara!” “What?” She smiles and hugs me completely ignoring the gun, it's an accessory to her at this point. “How…wh…what?” “I missed you too sister” she hugs me tightly and a little tears come to my eyes, “oh hi Miguel” she says seductively. “Hello Cara” he gives a tight smile, “I'll be back at eight to pick you up for your mother's gala”. I nod and he leaves, “you should have texted me”. “And ruin the surprise? Hell no. Plus in between you being shot and stuck in the hospital I didn't know when would have being the best time to you know…text” she plops a grape in her mouth. I grunt a little and sit on the kitchen island, “mum told you?” “Yep” she sits beside me, “are you better now?” He holds my hand. I nod quietly, I was scared and she could feel I was scared, she was the only person that I'll ever really let my guard down for, “don't surprise me again. You're terrible at it” I give her a stern look then smile afterwards hugging her even more, “oh I missed you Cara”. “I know Isa, I know”.ISABELLA: “I know you stay somewhere way bigger than this…” Sasha laughs, “..but um welcome to my humble home, please make yourself comfortable”Her house was pretty, it was small but had space, the design was really beautiful and colorful, “please I don't want to intrude”She drops her baby, “but I insist” she looks between I and Justin as if noticing tension, “...I still have errands to run and my daughter would be out for the next four to five hours so please make yourself comfortable” she smiles and grabs her keys. She pulls Justin to her side, whispering something, he turns to look at me and I see a glimmer in his eyes but he quickly looks away and Sasha leaves. The door clicks behind me, “when did it happen?”I sigh and cross my arms, “yesterday..” “What? Why didn't you call me?” “call you? So you'd do what hm?” I scoff, anger already brewing inside of me, “the security system was damaged, the place he was chained was also damaged almost like someone broke it. I have been lo
JUSTIN: I stared outside my window for what like hours, just hearing the birds sing brought an unusual calm to my chest. It's been ages since I felt like this way, since I wasn't always on my guard or even thought about….her. My door squeaks open and I see Nia dress up up with Milly on her hip, “hello brother”I sit up, “you're up early” I chuckle. “It's past eleven Justin,” she chuckles, “wanna go grocery shopping?” “And alert everyone that I'm in town? Yea hell no” I cross my hands.She laughs, “I don't think anyone would remember you, everyone's either moved away or…dead. Come on, I can't watch Milly and drive” she pleads.I grunt, “I'll be down in ten minutes” “Yessss! Hurry up okay..I got loads of errands today” she smiles and leaves.**************I remember this store like the back of my hand, me, Nia and Lucas would run around while my parents shop for groceries. We always loved grocery shopping, it was the only way we could get away with picking anything we wanted wi
ISABELLA: “Got a minute?” I see Cara peeking through the door.I close the file, “come in”She enters and closes the door, “literally the longest we haven't spoken” she chuckles lightly. “Well, we do take our stubbornness from dad” I stand up and walk slowly to her, “Cara I..” “I should apologize, unfortunately I'm still a child when it comes to…well everything” she laughs, “I'm sorry, for…” “Hey it's okay…don't you ever apologize for being yourself, come here” I hug her, “I should be the one apologizing, you're my sister, I should be able to open up to you about anything and everything” “Well…” she lets go of me, “you weren't raised by mum, you'd have been an open book” she laughs. “Wanna talk now?”I nod and we both sit, “my nightmares came back, worse this time, therapy didn't do a thing” I chuckle sadly. “What do you keep seeing?” she holds my hands, concern in her tone and on her face. “Blood, everywhere. Dad..slit throat” I clear my throat and swallow my tears, “I've bee
JUSTIN: I stare out the moving train, music blasting through my headphones..I grip the pamphlet tightly remembering Isabella’s words to me before she gave me a forced vacation…now I'm on my way to see the other woman who'll forever have my heart..my sister. I haven't seen her since our brother died, she called for weeks but I couldn't reply, guilt, shame, anger, revenge were constantly in my thoughts…I didn't want to shift it to her, so I stayed away. I grab my bags from the trunk and walk briskly to her house, taking a deep breath in..I knock praying she answers. Slowly the door opens, I see a little girl giggling, her eyes wide with excitement, she jumps on my leg and I carry her, “you've grown Mills”She giggles, “yes Uncle Justin” she laughs and I smile. “Where's your mum?” “Making pastries,” I pick my bag up and walk into her house, everything still the same, her house had this welcoming tone I had missed so much. “Milly, who was..” she stops in her tracks, “Justin?” She b
JUSTIN: I stare out the moving train, music blasting through my headphones..I grip the pamphlet tightly remembering Isabella’s words to me before she gave me a forced vacation…now I'm on my way to see the other woman who'll forever have my heart..my sister. I haven't seen her since our brother died, she called for weeks but I couldn't reply, guilt, shame, anger, revenge were constantly in my thoughts…I didn't want to shift it to her, so I stayed away. I grab my bags from the trunk and walk briskly to her house, taking a deep breath in..I knock praying she answers. Slowly the door opens, I see a little girl giggling, her eyes wide with excitement, she jumps on my leg and I carry her, “you've grown Mills” She giggles, “yes Uncle Justin” she laughs and I smile. “Where's your mum?” “Making pastries,” I pick my bag up and walk into her house, everything still the same, her house had this welcoming tone I had missed so much. “Milly, who was..” she stops in her tracks, “Justin?
JUSTIN: “It's not a traceable line, maybe it was made from a burner phone or something” I shut my laptop and fold my arms. “They has to be something that can at least track the phone” Isabella sighs, “Miguel?” “As much as I hate to agree with Warren, it's true. We've been at it for three days now and nothing, are sure you heard a voice?” She gives him a stern look, “don't piss me off Miguel, I am seriously not in the mood” she looks around and sits down, “and Montez?” “Still sedated, still locked up…they've been routine checks from time to time, don't worry” “Good,” she hands him a flash drive, “those are the new shipment lines, since the others were intercepted. Make sure you check them out and they're secure before anything leaves this warehouse, information there can make it break this cartel” he keeps it in his pocket, mentally I register his pants so I can get them later. “Yes ma'am” Miguel says and looks between us, as if noticing tension, “what's up with you two?”I st