Finding Forgiveness

Three hours later, I was sat in the back of an SUV with Andrea as Chico drove. Thankfully, we'd avoided the sketchy boat trip and taken a jungle track away from the house instead but the journey was long and silent. Andrea had forced me into a tight black dress with a deep cleavage and given me a new identity as a girl named Polly.

"Under no circumstances should you let him see your mark,” Andrea said positioning my hair over the scar. "Remember what is at cost if he finds out who you are and that I am behind this. That party will turn into a shootout instantly and the blood will be on your hands.”

I nodded.

"Who is this man?" I asked.

"I don't have secure ownership over the trading territory in Caracas. There is another cartel rivalling for it, fighting for it, refusing to give up. It's like a war and I lose men to it every single day. This man is the Kingpin to the other cartel, Richardo Gonzalez."

As he said the name, his tongue lashed with spite like it was poison to his lips

"So he must die,” Andrea concluded. "And then Caracas will be mine."

I nodded.

"You know it was a tough choice between planting a bomb and blowing the whole party and this less...extravagant method. But I decided the bomb would be too kind. I want to kill the bastard with my own hands and watch him suffer," Andrea said.

"Why have you waited thing long?" I asked.

"Because the bastard is impossible to find. Or was impossible to find. But then his computer security system failed for 0.002 seconds and that's all my tech guy needed to hack in. Then I could listen to every phone call, read every text and see every location. The man's as good as dead.”

"Sefior, we're almost there,” Chico spoke up.

"Ready, Blanca?" he questioned

I nodded.

"When you get him alone, make sure you get his gun off him. I want him totally defenceless,” he said. "And do whatever he takes to keep him in that room until I get there, understand?"

I gave the slightest nod.

"Do you understand?” He asked again. "l wanna hear you say it."

"Yes," I said quietly. "I understand.”