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I held a small smirk as I was drug through the doors to the compound held hostage by the Aretas cartel. It took weeks to track the exact location of their whereabouts, but Isabel got sloppy and when she did I eased my way in.

Her men then threw me to the marble floors right in front of her.

Isabel was taller than I had imagined. The photos I had gathered didn't even serve her mean gaze righteousness. The lady held evil throughout her eyes. She stood tall in a black cashmere dress that stopped mid-calf with a look that could even make a true killer nervous.

The brutes had backed off of me a bit and when I tried to rise to my feet I was knocked back to the floor with one simple order.

"Stay down."

A man then slowly walked into the room. He had a walk that'd remind most reasonable women of fire.

Deadly, exhilarating yet intriguing.

"Hijo..." She nodded slightly with a smile as he stopped next to her quiet as can be

(son)

Isabel still ignored my presence showing how uninterested she was by going over to the nearby table and twisting the top off of a glass decanter containing scotch.

Just a calculated guess. She was quite classy for a killer.

"¿Qué quieres niña?" She spoke finally still not bothering to acknowledge my attendance as she continued to serve herself the glass of alcohol

(what do you want girl?)

"I want a job," I answered very straightforwardly

Isabel just chuckled as her son stared me down.

"You want a job...what Chola doesn't." She sneered before taking a sip of her drink. "...Positions for beauty queens are filled. Get her out of here."

"I guarantee my performance, Ms," I spoke a bit louder as her men took hold of me once again

Isabel quickly turned my way with a look hard for even me to decipher.

That got her attention.

"You guarantee yourself? Prove it." She spat as she signaled her men

I just sighed. This is the fun stuff.

I quickly spun my leg beneath one of the brutes' knocking him to the floor before briskly rising to kick the other in the chest.

Just as quick I then punched the other brute in the face with all of my strength before pivoting my footing swiftly to roundhouse the other man in the face knocking him out.

Another brute then ran my way causing me to intertwine my foot behind his leg, grab his arm use his now unguarded footing against him to throw us to the ground with me landing on top of him and giving him a firm elbow to the temple knocking him out.

Another then caught me with a cheap shot, grabbing me by the neck from behind causing me to gain momentum by kicking my legs out in a controlled jump and leaning forward leaving him without his footing as I slammed him to the floor with the force of his head hitting the marble taking him out.

The other men were now scared. They didn't dare step toward me. That meant nothing to me. Business was unfinished.

"Dale!" Isabel urged her men. But I was already on the move.

I quickly ran toward them punching one in the throat causing him to hunch over leaving me with the upper hand that I used effortlessly as I grabbed the other's arm slinging him around and slamming his face into the nearby doorframe before sending a spinning hook kick toward the last guard who was still gasping for air.

Straightening out my leather jacket I just looked around at the blood and knocked out guards I had left in my wake before turning my attention back to Isabel and her son.

At least he looked slightly impressed.

"I could have taken them out at the gate. Pero, como dije I want a job." I insisted arrogantly

(but, like I said...)

Isabel just finished her drink with a smile before setting the glass down and pulling a gun as she rushed toward me. I just smiled as I placed my hands in the air.

"You need a better team. Pull the trigger if you want it won't change the fact that you need soldiers...and they aren't going to cut it in your business. You're a powerful woman, Isabel, you need powerful leads beneath you." I exhorted

Isabel just moved the metal across my face moving one of my curls from my eyes as she said, "See, what I don't like about you is the fact you fight too well like a person with a past they don't want anyone to know about...So, that statement is not good enough for me niña."

"Who. are. you?" She sneered with words full of venom

"Soy una ex mercenaria llamada Simone Jacobs," I replied showing no fear at the fact she could end my life at any moment

(i'm a former mercenary named Simone Jacobs.)

"¿Por qué estás aquí?"

(why are you here?)

I could tell tensions within her had eased a bit. Not fully, but enough for me to gain her trust a quick measure that would surely ease her mind.

"Porque, antes de su lamentable partida, Benito Aretas buscó a muchos mercenarios que le debían favores. Favores que se suponía debían realizar los hijos e hijas de los hombres a quienes les debían la vida. Mi padre es Khalil Jacobs y, por lo que parece, es el único que ha cumplido su palabra." I explained causing her to lower her gun

(because, before benito aretas made his unfortunate departure he sought out many mercenaries who owed him favors. favors that were supposed to be carried out by the children of the men who owed him their lives. my father is khalil jacobs and by the looks of things he is the only one who has stayed true to his word.)

I then took a flash drive from my pocket and handed it to her.

"Everything on that drive will prove my identity and the ties my family has to your family, Isabel," I vowed

Still not breaking her stone-cold demeanor she turned to her son and nodded him over.

"Confirma esto." She told her son as she handed him the drive which he took over to the same table her scotch laid before opening a laptop and plugging the drive into a outlet

(confirm this.)

"Si no eres quien dices ser. Te mueres. El legado de Khalil permanece en el de Benito. Le faltas el respeto y esa muerte rápida no será un problema para ti." She promised as she looked over to her son for confirmation

(if you aren't who you say you are. you die. khalil's legacy remains with benito's you disrespect that dying quickly will not be in the question for you.)

"Ella es quien dice ser." He said after clicking the laptop keys a few more times

(she is who she says she is.)

Isabel then smiled as she placed the gun on a table just before embracing me.

I definitely didn't expect this. We knew Khalil was close to the Aretas' but we never could've guessed it was this close.

"Your family's loyalty is appreciated highly." She said with a nod

"Would you like a drink while we discuss business?" Isabel offered

"Definitely," I replied as she took my hand. She then muttered what sounded like a blessing before kissing her rosemary

"Your Spanish is good, Muñeco, your Father always struggled!" Isabel exclaimed with a soft chuckle

(doll)

"Dad hired the best so I would be prepared to join forces with you in a time of crisis," I replied

"Khalil was a saint. I'm glad the legacy will remain." She praised

I just smiled. I was in. There was no going back.

A/N: And, that's chapter one!! How did you guys like it? What are you all looking forward to? Also, a lot will go unanswered for right now, but will be answered in future chapters! Remember to vote, comment, share, follow me, and add to your library!! Love yaaa🖤🖤🖤