ISABELLA:
I throw another knife at the target board and I miss the head by an inch and my anger increases. I drink my water and take a deep breath in trying to contain my anger. With sweat rolling down my back and my continually racing heart as a result of adrenaline, I sit on the floor trying to actually catch my breath, my mind instantly went to the letter. “I'M COMING ISA” Who was coming? What did they want? How did they know me? I hated threats, encrypted letters or anything that made me overthink everything and made me look at everyone as suspects or looking over my shoulders. “You've been in here for hours” I hear Miguel from the door, “you need sunlight”. I stand up and pick up another knife and throw it and I miss by the same inch, “what's the update? Find any prints?” I turn to him and cross my hands. “Came clean”he takes a deep breath in. “And the blood?” His silence confirms my suspicion, “it's yours Isa”. My heart drops and my mind goes into static mode, but I keep a straight face. I scoff and pick another knife, “when I find whoever is doing this I will make his or her entire life miserable” I throw the knife and it hits the target's head. *********** I go through the security cameras for the fifth time and I see nothing, it all stops when Miguel carries me away to the car, I hit the table in frustration, “dammit”. “May I come in?” I hear Cara from the door. I close my laptop, “sure”. “You've been in here for hours” she sits down with a worried look, “even Miguel is more stressed than he usually is, what's happening?” Cara was my younger sister but she always acted like the elder one but I didn't want her to worry, I didn't want to drag into this world of bloodshed and threats, “normal business Cara” I smile sadly, “when are you going back to Canada?” “In a week” she sighs, “mum wants me to do some things for her so”. “Right”. “And speaking of mom, she's coming over today” she stands up and walks to the door, “whatever you need Isa you can always talk to me you know” her tone laced with sadness. “I know Cara” “Hasta El infinito?” “Hasta El infinito” I smile back. Till Infinity. ************** “You disappeared even before I could introduce you to my guest” my mum says as she sits down opposite me. “Well I didn't like your guests and I didn't want to be there remember? It was all about courtesy” I stand up and go to the kitchen, “what is it mum?” “Isa” she turns to me, “is everything okay? Cara’s worried”. “She's always worried” I scoff, “you're both so alike it's insane”. She takes a deep breath in, “we'll you can't blame us” she walks to me, “I did something you might hate”. I groan and facepalm myself, “what did you do mom?” “it's not bad you know…it's for your own good”. “Mom,” I say with anger. “So I was talking to a friend that works in a protection agency and she recommended someone for you” I knew it, “I told you I'll think about it. It's barely a week since we talked about it or rather you brought the idea”. “I know but I couldn't sit around doing nothing, remember you and Cara are all I have left, I can't lose you like I lost your father because of his stubbornness”. I grunt and take a deep breath in, “I'm listening”. She brings out her phone and shows me a very familiar face, or rather familiar eyes, “Justin Warren, worked with different people including the President of Ireland and other very important and high class people and he is excellent at his job, ex military too” she smiles waiting for a response, “so?” I look at his picture again, “Miguel would do a background check” I send it to myself, “will you drop this now and allow me breathe?” “Yes” she hugs me, “thank you Isa” she cups my cheeks and pecks it, “te amo mi amor” she soothes my hair. I love you my love”. She picks her bag, “I'll be going back to Mexico in a week or less, when would you visit?” I press the elevator button, “when my life is safe and out of danger” I smile. “That's not funny Isa, no juegues conmigo Isa sabes que eso no es gracioso” Don't play games with me. Isa , you know that's not funny. “ten sentido del humor, mamà” I smile. Have a sense of humor mother. The elevator dings open and I see another letter on the floor, I pick it up, “call me when you're home” I peck her cheeks. “Okay” she notices the change in my mood, “are you okay? Who's that from?” She points to the letter. “Some mail I guess” “Oh okay” she enters the elevator, “weird American mailing system” the elevator closes. I open the letter and again written in all caps and blood body, “RUN NOW ISA, I'M CLOSE” “Motherfucker” I breathe out.JUSTIN: Morning runs were soothing, plugged ears, full speed, sweat going down my back and my arms just makes my day a little better and easier to handle, but my path always took my back to the same place, the same place I constantly tell myself I don't want to be at or remember yet I still find myself running towards it…my brother's grave. I hated it here, I hated the silence, the sadness, the dead dropping flowers that scattered round the green grass whenever it's windy, I hated the way my heart becomes sad and angry at the same time when I see his name on the tombstone but most of all I hated how much I missed him. Panting and sweating, I squat and drop a fresh set of roses on his grave, “Celebration of life Luca” I smile sadly and stand up then my phone beeps with a message. “Initiate” my jaw becomes hard but my revenge must be done.************** “Come in” a girl says as I walk into the dangerous home of the one and only Isabella Morretti. I have heard rumors of
ISABELLA: “So? What did you gather?” I stare at Miguel from across my desk. He drops a file on my desk, “34, Special ops, left the military after an injury to his knee, started bodyguarding after recovery and that was a year ago, he's been getting jobs back to back and so far so good they've all been..well good”. I sigh, “family? Wife? Personal life?” I say going through his file. “A brother that died over two years ago, no wife or pre existing relationships…he's a very private person so most information is tied up, as of now he doesn't have any known relative, isn't active on social media and is pretty much to himself. Only has professional contact with his clients and that's all” “Why never a stable long term job?” “I actually don't know, he is always on a job three months max and leaves, it's…weird”. I close the file, “now what do you think?” “What do I think concerning you getting a bodyguard?” he chuckles a little. “It's not funny Miguel” I say sternly, “I know,
ISABELLA: I throw another knife at the target board and I miss the head by an inch and my anger increases.I drink my water and take a deep breath in trying to contain my anger. With sweat rolling down my back and my continually racing heart as a result of adrenaline, I sit on the floor trying to actually catch my breath, my mind instantly went to the letter. “I'M COMING ISA”Who was coming? What did they want? How did they know me? I hated threats, encrypted letters or anything that made me overthink everything and made me look at everyone as suspects or looking over my shoulders. “You've been in here for hours” I hear Miguel from the door, “you need sunlight”. I stand up and pick up another knife and throw it and I miss by the same inch, “what's the update? Find any prints?” I turn to him and cross my hands. “Came clean”he takes a deep breath in. “And the blood?” His silence confirms my suspicion, “it's yours Isa”. My heart drops and my mind goes into static
ISABELLA:I hated colours, I hated anything bright or abstract or wild that's why my entire wardrobe is filled with black. I stare at myself in the mirror for the upteenth time deliberating whether I should wear this gown or not because I know my mother would take my life if I showed up in trousers and a shirt. The gown wasn't bad, it was a skin tight lace gown that had a slit that went up to my thigh and had a really low back showing my back tattoo. I put my hair in a sleeck bun and pair the outfit with some Louis Vuitton heels and a small purse that can hold a knife that's the only accessory I need. I don't dress up and wear heels as much as I should but that doesn't stop me from having the latest designs. “You look…breathtaking” I hear Cara as I slowly walk down the stairs. “No look at you. You look like a princess” I tease her and laugh. We were polar opposites since birth, she's a bright, colorful, cheerful, has a successful career as an artist and nothing with the drug w
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 Mi
ISABELLA’S POV: Slowed breaths, deep silent breaths, I clutch my gun for what felt like the hundredth time and tried to calm my nerves. “Anything?” I say into the comms in my ear. “Nothing,” Miguel replies. Dammit, “this better not be a setup” I thought to myself. It's been nearly three hours since we set sights on the warehouse that has been allegedly stealing our merchandise, news came at the last minute from an unknown source that someone from the inside has been leaking information to our rivals for a little over two months now…absolutely unbelievable, my father would be rolling in his grave right now I'm sure. I crouch up a little and still see the same dim lights radiating from the warehouse with no movement or anything and my anger rises even more. I was tired and hungry and sleep deprived from the sleepless nights of planning this heist, if this ends up being a facade, I'm killing everyone. “Movement. 12 o’clock” Miguel whispers.We all ready our guns and move i