Principles

“How did you find me?” Castiel looked nervously at the very short girl still in front of him with furious eyes, her face was red, and she was panting, because it looked like she ran a marathon. His black clothes, highlighting his extremely white skin, were wrinkled, and had a little blood staining the shirt on the left shoulder.

“What if the police don't think that you, like me, just one of your one-night stands would find him?” She walked straight through his arms, pushing him roughly over her shoulder so she could enter the small apartment Reed used to hide. “You don't know how many times I've had to fight to get here! And if my father dreams that I'm in front of you right now, he'll throw this thing up and hunt you down in hell!”

The girl went around the room and headed towards the corridors, opening the doors of the two bedrooms and the bathroom, checking if there was anyone else there, but she found only a bunch of organized suitcases and she knew what they contained, money, drugs and maybe an arsenal of weapons.

She arrived just before Castiel left and that was good because when someone from the organization walked away, not even the best hunters in the world could find them.

She had to be wary. Nobody could hear what they had to say, she could be killed for treason, but her conscience wasn't going to get dirty, she had to do her part.

After years of living with Castiel, she adopted one of her principles: no matter the circumstances, civilians who have nothing to do with debts, addictions, and gambling should not get hurt in a fight. It's safer for everyone, no accusations and no witnesses, everything is done in the strictest secrecy to protect your identities and not draw attention to yourself.

When she finally heard about it, she understood that it was the most sensible thing she had ever heard from a criminal because no one investigates the disappearance of a bootlegger, prostitute, or addict.

“Listen Alicia, I'm not in the mood for your craziness today! I don't want to throw you out of that window, so get out of here.

“Is anyone else here?” she asked, totally ignoring the man who still had the door open like a fool. “I don't want to take down six-foot brutes anymore. The woman massaged her shoulder, trying to ease a nagging pain that had kicked in after she took a few blows before she got there.

“You knocked out my men?!” her voice was full of indignation, he slammed the door shut, and a crash resounded throughout the apartment. “What are you doing here? Wasn't that enough to slander me to the cops?”

“First of all, I didn't defame anyone, everything that comes out of my mouth is the purest truth.” Alicia sat carefree on the spacious sofa that was in the center of the room, “And second, I came here to help you and this is how you get me? You ungrateful! And third, your henchmen are useless” she fakes an innocent expression and roll your eyes.

Castiel runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath, he mentally counted to five so as not to strangle the girl, he knew she wouldn't get rid of her without getting into more trouble, after all she was the source of all his headaches. He approached Alicia and stood looking down on her, but the girl arranged some pillows and lay down on the couch, not caring about the other's attitude, she didn't get scared.

“I just want to make it clear that I had nothing to do with it, I didn't know anything and as soon as I found out I came straight here” She started to speak as if apologizing for something she didn't do, and it was worried the man who softened his expression upon realizing it was a serious matter “Daddy thinks that girl from the newspaper helped you escape...” she was silent for a few seconds, making Castiel a little nervous “He kidnapped the girl and a teenager who I think is his sister.”

Castiel sat at the coffee table facing the woman who was carefully watching the reaction of the old man, who remained silent for long minutes thinking about his possibilities. So, was it a personal attack because he kissed the journalist, or did they really think she was one of your henchmen undercover for years at the paper? This would be comic if it weren't tragic.

The mobster was incapable of bribing an ordinary person to do anything, the people who worked for him came willingly, he never forced anyone to do anything and would do so for the rest of his life. He never killed anyone who didn't deserve it, he never let anyone kill anyone who didn't deserve it. He wasn't a coward, he was righteous. There were two queues and the people themselves chose which side they were on.

It could also be a trap... Alicia Harris wasn't the most stable person in the world. But if it was, wouldn't let her play with him again, this time would eliminate them all.

Sighed tiredly, thinking get a break after the hustle he'd had that month, though he was so amused when the police actually thought they'd caught him, his face was plastered all over the country's televisions. He sniffed, proud to remember that. His cell phone rang and without delay he answered.

“Sir, I'm so sorry. We now find three of the guards bound and unconscious in the basement of the stairs. Is everything okay?” Castiel chuckled, Alicia really knows how to go unnoticed, she was really good.

“Yes, Harris came to visit.” He gave her a disapproving look just to keep up the habit and she ignored him, as usual.

“Okay, Mr. Reed, everything is ready for your trip. There will be someone waiting for you as soon as you land in Montevideo.” Security from him says on the other end of the line.

“Forget the trip, I need to do something else before I go.”

“But Mr. is ready for...”

“Gather a team and be ready in half an hour.” He cut him off, making his point clear.

“Yes sir.” the boy hung up.

The girl smirked when she realized that Castiel Reed's soft heart had melted.

“Where are they, Alicia?” he asked impassively.