"El Russo is so hot, I mean imagine if one of the Merchant brothers finally get to bed me this weekend, I will slump and die." Cathy chimed on. "You can't slump and die from something you do every other weekend." Irina pushed up her glasses. "Come on, don't be a jealous skank. I know you hate him. But you know me, no bad blood." Cathy retorted with a smile. Irina rolled her eyes at her best friend. Ever since her sister was killed, Irina had felt nothing but pure hatred for the El Puertos. "Come on, Cathy, hasten your steps, we have to hurry up now. Papa will kill me if he finds out I got home this late." "Your father does not come home until midnight, chill amigo." Cathy pulled out a pack of gum and popped it into her mouth. Blowing a bubble out of it and letting it pop loudly. The sound of the gum popping echoed through the quiet, dark neighborhood they walked in. Cathy was Irina's best friend and soul sister. They were childhood friends and had done everything togethe
The sound of foot steps running a couple of paces from where she stood propelled her into a dark alley, a place which was dimly lit by the light shining at the end of the alley. As she approached the end of the alley, she began to hear hushed voices. When she got closer, she froze. Their conversation was the reason for her sudden reaction. "Pack the bodies up quickly. The boss does not want a mess. What about the witnesses?" "And the target?" one of the men asked in an electric tone. "He's dead. I took him out as well." the man replied. Irina gasped. "Target?" She said aloud, and then she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop herself from making any further sounds. "I hope you did a clean job. The Boss does not want any traces as usual." the man said. "Yes. Let's pack up." Irina took off her shoes and quietly began to retreat out of the alley. As soon as she reached the end of the alley, she bumped into something, but before she could scream, two large hands covered he
El Russo woke with a start. His deep set amber eyes surveyed the room he was in. The last thing he remembered was being on his way home from the airport, when he and his driver were attacked by strange men. He held his head in pain. An IV injection was stuck to his hand. That too made him uncomfortable. A bandage was wrapped round his bare torso, and his ribs burnt with pain when he tried to move. A memory of a girl flashed through his head. Green eyes, trembling hands. He pressed his head to ward off the pain that came with thinking. Still surveying the room, he turned to find his clothes and gadgets on the table. His phone was charging on the stool beside the bed. He unplugged it and turned it on. Not bothering to note what was different about it, he dialed a number, and placed the phone on his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" the coarse masculine voice asked. "Come pick me up immediately. I'm sending you my location." El Russo replied in a raspy voice. With that he co
"Prepare a bed for him, and send some flowers to his family." El Russo murmured. With that, he strutted angrily up the stairs. His men exchanged tense glances as they watched him walk up the stairs. El Russo sat in his office later that day, with his hands on his lips. Everything from the death of his father, to the attack flashed through his memory. His eyes were dazed and his fury seethed underneath. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. He pulled it out and to his surprise, it was an alarm. A reminder for Lunch with Bestie. "What?" El Russo's eyebrows furrowed together as he assessed the phone in his hand again. First of all, he had been certain he had a pass lock on his phone. It wasn't until he went through the phone's contact list that he realized it wasn't his phone. There were strange contacts like, "Big bro" with a heart emoji, BFF, with a kiss emoji, and Dad with a heart emoji. El Russo's heart clipped at the last contact. He missed his father
The phone rang just as soon as he was about to step into his car. "Hello?" his deep voice curled over the phone. "I believe you have my phone, Mister." her sonorous voice sounded in his ear. A smile pressed itself to El Russo's lips. The sound of her voice was still the same. His previously hardened features immediately softened. "I believe you have mine. It took you this long to call. For a moment, I thought it was of no importance to you." he said to her. "For a man who ran off after being rescued, you sound really hearty . I'll be at El Salvador Central College. Please bring my phone with you." Irina cut the call as soon as she was done speaking. Cathy walked up to the bench where she sat in the basketball court. "You haven't told me what really happened back at the Merchants turf. How did you escape though?" Cathy had a range of interest in her voice. "I ran. As soon as I got out of the alley, I ran for my dear life. " Just then Cathy's phone began to ring again
"Find everything you can a out her. I want to know what family she belongs to. I want to know where she sleeps, find out if she's dating anyone." El Russo ordered his right hand guard, Biggie. "Yes Boss." As the car sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind it, Irina walked through the school gate with Cathy. "Who was that?" Cathy asked her. "Some guy I met some nights ago. He came to check on me." Irina replied. "He looked kind of hot. Mysterious. i have never seen him around here before." Cathy said to Irina, with interest. "Neither have I." Irina replied. Irina's father surmoned her to his study that morning. Unlike other days, he never really saw her because of how busy he was with his political career. He had left her to partially run the affairs of his company beside her brother, Antonio, while also pursuing her Bachelor's degree in El Salvador's central college. "My beautiful beautiful Lily. How are you doing today?" Mr. Madrigak asked Irina. She walked up to h
"I think we can discuss business on the way. You don't strike me as a ball gown and shoes girl." "And who ever thought you were the type to be smitten." She whispered against his neck. The feel of her breath against his neck caused El Russo's skin to crawl. "We'll see " he replied through gritted teeth. As they approached the door of the hotel to leave, El Russo nodded at Biggie, before leaving. The night air blew against her bare skin, sending chills down her spine. Noticing her discomfort, El Russo took off his jacket and covered it around her shoulders. "A gentleman. Who would have thought?" She smiled at him. His gait was slow, and he maintained a cool expression. "Tell me, how often do you take women on walks, or is it just special women?" Irina asked curiously. "It is surprising at all that you would think I take women on walks frequently. It is like asking you how often you save strange men from death." He replied tactfully. "Smart response." she beamed. The
"Boss, I need to tell you something," Biggie muttered to him. "Let it wait, until we're done with this." He replied and shut his room door. El Russo put on his t-shirt and jeans trousers before rejoining his guard outside. "Where did you put her?" He asked him. "At the spare house," Biggie replied. His blonde nappy hair shining in the sunlight. El Russo was led to the back of the large mansion grounds which belonged to El Puerto. The second house was a two-storey building. It was where the El Puerto bodyguards lived during working days. Immediately the door opened, Irina froze. Her hands were tied behind her back and she could only try to make out the sounds of the men in the room. "Take off the bag". Her ears perched up at the sound of the familiar voice. "No!" She thought to herself. Her heart took on a rapid rate. "He could not be the same person", she thought. Biggie walked up to her, and pulled the bag off her head. El Russo froze on the spot. Irina glanced up