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Many are waiting on my signal to approach the presidential palace, but I’ll try to end this amicably and without any more casualties. Enough blood has been spilled on these lands, and while there’s a part of me eliminating this man for personal reasons, there’s another who’s yearning for a better way of life for the people here.
I’m no hero. Will never claim to be, but sometimes justice comes under the guise of a monster.
Empty streets greet me all around, yet I can make out the ruffles sticking out from windows or holes in walls. Rodriguez has no idea how fine a line his future walks between my cruelty and total anarchy.
We walk up the stairs and into the large open lobby where Amberlyn’s uncle and grandfather greet us with a nod. My girl smiles at them, so much love in her expression while controlled chaos ensues around us.
The newly appointed general stands proud with his men, all dressed in their military garbs, while traitors to the country kneel at their feet. He’s one of those holding a gun to a member of the ruling party's head, his smile joyful.
Not at all the one of a man about to commit murder.
One by one, each gun goes off as I pass, and those bodies hit the floor, creating a haunting staccato to my entrance.
Each of these now dead citizens either killed, abused their power, or stole from those in a weaker position. A lesson for the next ruling class. I’ll be watching.
“He’s in the formal dining room. Placido has no idea what’s going on.”
“Thank you, General. Prepare for the elections.”
“Gracias, Ivan.”
“De nada. I’m not a saint.”
“We know that, but you’re fair. That’s all we needed.” He turns to start taking care of the clean-up process and then preparing for the future, while we walk straight into the private quarters of the Rodriguez family.
His wife is in Europe and knows to never return.
His extended family fled under threats of death.
Yet the man himself doesn’t find anything strange in the mass fleeing of those he cares about.
“Buen provecho,” I call out into the large room, and it echoes back to me, catching the president off guard. The coffee in his hand tumbles, burning him in the process to right it, and he hisses at the contact.
“What is the meaning of this! How did you get in?”
“And here I was simply just wishing you enjoy your meal.”
“Guards!” he yells out, and nothing. “Guards!”
“No one is coming to save you, Rodriguez. Your time is up.”
“Tio, do something,” Jaime pleads through a busted mouth, his lip torn and hanging off to the side. Bruises litter his body, and the tank top and shorts combo we put him in show off each one. “You own the military! Call them to shoot these assholes!”
Junior locks the door, just in case there’s a brave soul out there who still believes his propaganda, while I turn and kiss my girl. Just a sweet little peck to hold me over until later tonight.
She groans into my mouth, not caring who’s present, and that makes me feel like a king. “End this, papi. I want to go home and start my life with you.”
“I love you.” A final taste, and then I place her beside Israel. The men with me know that she’s to be untouched and will protect her with their lives. “Junior, open the bag in front of Jaime.”
“Of course, boss.” The large black bag has been kept away from him for a reason. We didn’t want him to get suspicious, further stressed by the death of his lover. Jasmin Davila slept with both brothers, carried the same greed, and helped ruin a few lives in pursuit of a lifestyle she couldn’t maintain on her own.
With the first few inches of the zipper open, her dark hair spills out and it’s matted with blood. Her head follows, and Jaime gasps while Placido becomes shifty. Every room in this palace has a hidden escape, and he’ll leave his nephew here to die without an ounce of remorse if it means he can escape.
“Try it, and I’ll end it all now.” That stills his movements while Jaime gags, violently vomiting what little is in his stomach at the disfigured sight of the woman who sucked his cock. Do I feel sorry for him? Not one bit. “Are there any words you’d like to say to her?”
“I’m going to kill her for this, you know. All of you, but I’ll start with Amberlyn.” His vows fall on deaf ears. It’s as if he refuses to accept a reality where they have no power.
“No. You’re not.” Taking my place behind him, I kick the back of his knees and when he lands on them, I undo the ends of my bracelet and press the wire against his neck. The sharp metal embeds into the skin there, sliding through with ease as I pull left-to-right in a sawing motion. All the while, though, my eyes are on the president.
