Part 1: Playing a Role
So this is my next project. Hope you guys enjoy it. It takes place in Colombia and my characters are Hispanic and so they switch between English and Spanish every now and then. I tried to make sure I translated they're Spanish statements shortly after they spoke them. But here are Some basic translations of words I used a lot. Hermano- Brother, Puta- Bitch, Calmate- calm down, Mijo- my son, Senorita- Miss, Senor- Mister, Cumpleaños- Birthday. I hope you enjoy the First chapter!
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Gabriella awoke to the sound of the door breaking. The splintering wood was loud enough to wake everyone in the apartment. She was too young to really know what was happening, but she knew her family was in danger. She sprang from her bed and ran over to her bedroom door throwing it open. Three men as large as an SUV were standing in my living room with angry grins spread across their faces. They all had cold black eyes and the face of a murderer.
Gabriella turned and ran back to the bed in which her baby brother slept. He was awake now and the look on his face told her he would soon burst into tears. She wrapped my arms around the three year old and held him tight to her chest whispering, "everything will be okay, Rico." She began to hum the lullaby their mother sang to them every night in an effort to calm him. The shattering of a glass followed by their mother's screams made them jump. The toddler whimpered against Gabriella's chest and she tightened her arms around him.
"Shh, todo está bien, Rico calmate," she lied, knowing everything would not be alright. Gabriella knew something was horribly, horribly wrong, but he couldn't know that. Another scream rang through the house and Gabriella's worry for her parents began to gnaw at her. "Stay quiet, hermano," she whispered to her baby brother, "I'm going to find mamá and papí." He nodded and pulled the cover protectively over his head.
Gabriella ran out to the living room in search of her mother and father. She was surprised to see her father on his knees with tears running down his face. Before him was a tall well muscled man with tanned skin and cruel gray eyes. He wore a smirk across his face that sent a wave of fear through her, and his chin length black hair framed his face making him look all the more sinister.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me Carlos," he spoke for the first time addressing Gabriella's father.
"Please, Vincenzo, I will get the money! Just don't hurt mi familia, por favor!" With a resounding "smack!" he knocked my father to the ground. Gabriella gasped and the man seemed to notice her now. He walked up to Gabriella, ignoring Carlos' pleas to leave her alone.
"You're a pretty little girl. How old are you?" His heavy Spanish accent only served to intimidate the little girl further than just his appearance.
"Ocho," she whispered shyly.
"An eight year old. Plenty of time to train her into a profitable asset to my business." She had no idea what he meant by that, but Gabriella knew she wanted no part in his business.
"You son-of-a-bitch! You will not touch her!" Carlos shouted over his shoulder, a trail of blood dripping down his chin from his busted lip.
"No!" Little Rico screamed from the doorway to the bedroom hurling a soccer trophy at the wicked man's head. It clunked him in his black mane and Gabriella could have compared the anger in his eyes to fire. He spun and yanked her little brother up by his pajamas making him cry out in protest.
"No! Leave him alone! Don't hurt him, please don't hurt him!" Gabriella's mother shrieked. Gabriella tried to yell at the man to let him go, but nothing came out. Her voice was stolen by fear.
"You know, Carlos," he started looking down at my little brother struggling to break free of him, "the money you stole from me was going to be for my son's college."
My father shook his head, "I didn't steal any money from you! That money was mine!"
"That money was never yours!" The man barked at my father silencing any further protests. "Do not interrupt me again. What have you done to earn it? You steal from me, and I bet you thought I wouldn't find out you were giving secrets away to my competitors, did you? Because of you my son will never be able to go to college. He will be trapped in the life that I had so badly tried to keep him from." The man placed my brother back on the floor while he glared angrily up at him. "Vicente, mijo ven aquí." Just then a little boy looking to be about seven walked in the open door of the house. He had light gray eyes as innocent as an infant and short spiky black hair. He was the spitting image of the tall man threatening Gabriella's family. "Mijo, take a good look at this coward. Pieces of shit like him never understand kindness, they only respond to violence. Men like him steal and then beg for mercy when consequences are dealt." The man bent down to be level with Rico while keeping eye contact with my father. "You took my son's future away from him, so I suppose I'll accept yours as repayment."
"Vincenzo, I'll get the money, I just need more time--" My father was cut off by another fierce slap to the face.
"That is not apart of the deal! The world doesn't need another coward like you in this world. The way I see it, I can prevent it two ways. I can kill you to make sure this innocent boy is never taught the ways of a weakling, or I can take him from you and teach him to be a man. Either you offer me your son, or I kill you in front of your pretty wife and take her as my whore!" Vincenzo aimed the gun at Carlos with a sadistic smile on his face. Gabriella's father stayed on the floor as tears streaked down his face. "Your boy, who is his father now?"
"You are Vincenzo," Carlos answered like the obedient slave he was putting his head down.
"Good boy, Carlos." Vincenzo smiled bringing his gun down to his side and turning walking his son to the door. "Alejandro, grab the boy so we can leave this ghastly place. The stench of fresh pussy will cling to my suit if I stay any longer."
"No!" Gabriella and her mother shouted simultaneously as they both rushed after the man carrying Rico away. Carlos managed to grab them both before they got too far, the little boy's screams echoing those of his mother and sister.
Gabriella felt his arm tighten around her possessively reminding her where she was. No longer that little eight year old, she looked down with disgust to this man's limb around her twenty-five year old waist. Her now fully developed breasts and toned legs had attracted him. God, all these drug lords were the same— old ass men chasing women half their age and using ill gotten funds to impress them. To them Gabriella was a trophy to proudly display at a fancy party, or a nice ornament at a business meeting, a bed warmer late at night. That was until one day they didn't wake up.
Tonight was finally the night she put this puta down. After tonight she would be one step closer to finding her brother. This guy was one of the big names that only sold under the most powerful and well connected drug lords in Columbia. This asshole worked for Vincenzo. Tonight, after weeks of gathering Intel, Gabriella could finally end her suffering with a knife through this man's chest. Tonight she would close out yet another chapter on her journey for vengeance.
Without hesitation she pulled the long dagger from beneath her pillow swinging it up in the air and plunging it down through his left pectoral. He gasped catching her face with a look of shock before his soul delved into the pits of hell. Gabriella's work was finished, and so she hopped out of the bed, swung her black trench coat over her petite frame and slipped out the door. She had to play this part right down to the nail or this could be the end of her young life. She got downstairs to the front door where two of the now dead man's bodyguards stood, protecting the door.
"Another midnight snack run, Tina?" Head of security, Ray asked Gabriella identifying her as one of her many aliases.
