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She moved as fast as she could so they wouldn’t anticipate her position as she continued to fire.
With shots coming from her direction and that of her bodyguards, the car in question was simply trapped.
It was only when one of her men called out that it was safe to come out did Noelle finally breathe out in relief. She went to Lucero’s side, helping her to her feet. The poor girl was trembling from head to toe as she looked at the carnage around.
“How can you get used to this?” She asked in a timorous voice.
“Necessity,” Noelle answered absentmindedly, her eyes on the men who’d come gunning for her. “Go to the car and wait there, I’ll be with you shortly,” she instructed Lucero. She didn’t wait to hear her reply as she went directly to the car that housed the now dead bodies.
“Recognize anyone?” She asked Marco, one of her bodyguards.
He shook his head.
“No, but I’ll try to find out their identities,” he said as he removed his phone, snapping photos of their faces—or what was left of them.
Noelle pursed her lips in frustration. She didn’t like having an unknown enemy—not like this.
Pulling the front door open, she told her men to stand-by as she searched their pockets for any ID.
“There’s nothing on them,” she noted after she’d gone through everyone. “What do you think? Mercenaries?”
“I’d guess so,” Marco remarked.
With a heavy sigh, Noelle finally told them to regroup in the car.
“The police should be here soon. Can you get someone to wipe the cameras around?”
“On it, señora.”
With that out of the way, Noelle joined Lucero again.
“At least the clothes didn’t get bloody,” she joked as she looked at her own outfit. She’d thoroughly stained her clothes when she’d searched the dead men. She could tell she looked quite a fright by the look of pure horror on Lucero’s face.
“It’s fine,” she tried to laugh it off as she smoothed her blouse.
The car started and they were headed towards the hacienda.
All the while, though, Lucero couldn’t help but look back and forth at Noelle, unable to believe she was the same girl whose wounds she’d helped tend not even a year ago. She looked and looked at Noelle, with her blatant disregard for human life and the carelessness she displayed in the face of murder and she wondered if she ever knew her.
“Don’t you think that this is getting a little out of hand?” She finally voiced her concern out loud.
“What do you mean?” Noelle frowned.
“The killing. The violence. Everything that you’re doing. Surely there must be another way….”
“There isn’t,” Noelle answered curtly. “Don’t worry about me, Lulu. I’m fine. I know you’re not cut out for this, but I am.”
“Are you?” Lucero blurted out.
Noelle was silent for a moment, her gaze out the window as she watched the beautiful countryside scenery.
“I do what I must.”
It wasn’t a proper answer. But Noelle herself didn’t know how to explain it to Lucero who seemed to shy away from everything violent. She didn’t know how to tell her that it was in her blood. That for someone who’d always wanted power, to have the authority over life and death was the ultimate goal.
Maybe she was turning into Sergio, she admitted to herself grimly. But if it was the only way she could survive, why should she feel bad about it?
She already knew the rumors going around—that she was a blood-thirsty bitch. She knew that even her newly acquired godly status hadn’t saved her from that. Slowly, people weren’t as in awe of her as they were terrified.
