This is my first submission to the site.
This is part one of a 7 (maybe more) part series. If feedback is positive there are also at least two other storylines I would like to write. Let me know what you think.
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Chapter 1
The Actor's Wife
El Amigo de la Muerte, The Friend of Death, Marco Cortez. A single man with an enormous... reputation. Employed by the Mexican Drug Cartel as an enforcer. When someone doesn't pay, they meet Marco. He has killed more men and fucked more women than he can count. Within the Cartel even those who give him orders, fear him. It is his reputation that strikes fear, his appearance is not very frightening, but rather, attractive. He is a man of average height, his build is lean and fit, not bulky or menacing. His hair is buzzed and his face sports a constant five o' clock shadow. Almost always adorned with a pair of sun glasses, a plain t-shirt, jeans and black leather cowboy boots. Tucked in his belt on his back side is a high caliber six shooter. The right side of his belt holds a buck knife and the left holds his cell phone clip. He drives a large black Escalade, tinted windows and no plates. Most of the cops where he operates are under the same payroll as himself, so, he has little to fear.
This evening played out the same as any other. Marco, sitting in his car, joint in his left hand and phone pressed to his right ear, receiving his next job.
"Yes of course I know who he is."
"I know, I know he cannot die."
"Yes his movies are good but is that really relevant right now??"
"Yes I saw it."
"Yes I thought it was a masterpiece, dios mio do you want me to bring him to you? So you can suck his cock in person?"
"I'll call you when it's done." -click
Marco finishes his joint, flicks it out the window and drives off. He was on the phone with his boss. A famous actor by the name Estaban Ruiz is his target. The Cartel loaned Estaban a large amount of cocaine, knowing he was good for the money. But it appears as if he's not. Estaban has gone a month past his grace period without so much as a phone call. The Cartel doesn't want to risk killing someone as high profile or rich as Estaban, so Marco will only be teaching a lesson for this job, he is a creative man, he'll get the point across.
Marco stops at his home to pick up a pair of binoculars and by his favorite taco stand, so he won't be bored as he watches. He drives to a beautiful neighborhood. The houses are all three stories, they all have huge, perfect lawns. Large gates surround most of them. May be tougher than he thought, he doesn't worry much right now, in fact Marco rarely ever worries about much at all. Today is simply reconnaissance. Marco parks a block away so he can see between two houses right to the Ruiz home.
Over the next couple days Marco has learned the Ruiz's routines. Yes plural, Marco's favorite part about this job; Mrs. Ruiz. Famous model, and for good reason too. She has blood from all over the world in her, Italian, Native American, Black and Hispanic. Long brown hair with light blonde highlights that hangs to her mid back, perfectly tanned light brown smooth skin, deep dark brown eyes and luscious, full pink lips. But Marco rarely stares at her face, he's more interested in her gorgeous body, an absolute work of art. Her legs, belly and arms all perfectly toned, which made her wide hips, large bubble butt and big F cup tits stand out even more. It was no wonder a superstar like Estaban could land such a beautiful woman.
During the day her schedule was unpredictable, coming and going at random hours, sometimes wearing loose shirts and pants, other times wearing beautiful dresses that accentuated her lovely curves. But one part of her day was routine, and it had become Marco's favorite part of the day. At 6:30 every evening Mrs. Ruiz would come out of the house with her hair tied in a pony tail wearing nothing but a sports bra and very tight, very short work out shorts. And then she would jog. Although the sports bra made her huge tits appear slightly smaller, it did very little to stop them from jiggling. As she jogged she would go by where Marco was parked. First he would watch her come out of the house through his binoculars, then a few minutes later he would watch her tits bounce up and down in his review mirror as she approached his car, then after she passed, he would watch her ass jiggle as she ran down the road in front of him. And everyday she would arrive back at home at 7:30. During that hour Estaban was at home alone. And during that hour is when Marco would make his move.
Today is the day. Marco has his plan ready as he rounds up the necessary materials around his house; rag, chloroform and rope, good to go. He parks in his usual spot away from the Ruiz's house, lights a joint and watches through his binoculars. True to form the lovely Mrs. Ruiz leaves the house dressed in her jogging outfit at 6:30, five minutes later she runs past the black Escalade parked on the road. As soon as she is out of sight Marco pulls around and parks in the Ruiz's driveway. Pours the chloroform into the rag, places it in his left hand and hangs the rope around his right shoulder. He exits the car and walks right up to the front door and knocks. A moment passes and so he knocks again.
From inside, a man's voice, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
The door opens and there stands Estaban Ruiz. A swift fist to the gut has the famous actor bent over, Marco's left hand places the rag on his mouth while the right hand holds Estaban's head and pushes him into the house. Marco's left foot kicks the door closed. As the door slams Estaban falls to the floor, unconscious. Marco walks around the house and finds a nice wooden chair set at the dining table. He carries it to a small living room set just to the right of the front door. The room contains two large couches set on either side, facing each other, a large entryway from the front hall and a large window facing the street. He closes the blinds. Even though the Cartel operates above the law, Marco prefers to conduct his business privately. He drags the unconscious actor into the living room, places him sitting upright in the chair and ties him to it. Marco walks to the kitchen where he gets a glass of water, he walks back to the living room, admires his handy work and splashes the water on the actors face.
"Huh, what?" The actor comes to and looks at Marco, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"El Amigo de la Muerte, and I want the money you owe us."
"Oh my god! Please don't kill me, look I'll have the money in a week! I'll do anything just please don't kill me!"
Marco takes a seat on the couch facing the window. "I am not here to kill you, I'm simply here to teach you a lesson, you cannot fuck the Cartel."
"I didn't mean to fuck you guys! Money has been tight okay, they payed me late from my last movie I didn't think this would happen!"
"I don't care about excuses Estaban. You have two options; One, I beat that pretty face of yours into a bloody pulp so that no one will even recognize you."
