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 the black rose that runs the drug world single handedly and deadly. She doesn't have mercy or compassion, so when I saw her at the party I couldn't help but stare because she was just as deadly as she was attractive. “Thank you”, I subtly look around and notice how simple and welcoming her home is, you'll never think she's a drug Lord, “I'm guessing you're not Isabella?” “Oh God no” she laughs, “I'm her sister…Caroline, Cara for short. My sister's on her way, please make yourself comfortable” she directs me to the sitting area, “I'll be back” she smiles and leaves. I take a seat and my eyes go to the large frame on the wall, Don Arelios Morretti…her father. The ruthless businessman/ drug Lord that died under weird circumstances. News was that it was cancer, others betrayal, but I knew..I knew it wasn't any of those things. “Justin Warren” I hear behind me, “we meet again”. I stand up and put both hands in my pocket, “we do, I see you're not rude this time…did I catch you in a good mood?” a little annoyance slips out of me. She doesn't bat an eye or show any emotion, “please sit” she walks towards me and sits on the couch, “so? You know what you're here for?” “Yes” “Questions?” “Just one, why does the famous black rose and one of the leading drug cartels need a bodyguard?” “You're clever” she smiles, “I don't need one. But my mother wouldn't rest till I do so unfortunately that's why you're here”. “I see”, I scoff. “Here” she hands me an envelope, “I've done my research. I know your max is three months and that's more than enough time to have you as protection while I figure out my shit so in there is the contract, rules and everything you need including how you'll be paid and housing too. Any questions and you can meet Miguel, he is my assistant” she stands up,“and Warren?” “yes?” Her face becomes low and threatening “Don't you ever call me rude again or you'll be the one needing protection from me” she points to the door, “when you're done reading and signing leave” she walks past me into the other room. Holy shit. ************** I pack up the most essential things I'll need, guns, body armor, tasers, knives and everything I'll need for this job and stuff everything in the trunk of my car. Surprisingly, she wasn't all heartless. She was taking care of my housing, feeding and still paying me the full money best job I've had so far, truly she didn't care for my protection. I drive down to my brother's grave one last time to relive myself from the pressure and danger I was about putting myself in for his sake, “it's all working out as I planned Luca. I will avenge you and that's a promise” I sigh and head back to my car, driving to with my bitter heart. Just as welcoming as her home felt, so did the house behind hers, it was small but comfortable. I didn't need much, it was just okay. “Settling in well?” I hear a deep voice behind me. I drop my bag on the floor and put both hands in my jacket, “you must be the famous Miguel”. He gives me a stern look and hands me a file, “that's her work schedule, memorize it and be on time, she detests lateness. Tomorrow, she has a meeting and you'll be accompanying her, making it your first official day. Feel free to walk around and get yourself familiar with the environment, you'll be needing it. You answer only to her and no one else, the main house is off limits, if you're not called”, he hands me a paper, “sign” I look at the paper and it's an NDA, “I'm a professional. I don't go around talking about my clients”. He continues giving me a stern look, “sign” I scoff and sign, “ any other rules?” I hand him the paper. He walks slowly towards me, “if anything happens to her, I will harm you in ways that you have never thought of. Amoury is in back with everything you'll need, security system are also in front so get acquainted with them, garage at the far end, swimming pool at the other side”, he walks to the door, “welcome on board Justin..it's going to be a wild ride” he slams my door and leaves.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