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The two groups stared menacingly at each other, while unarmed as they had previously agreed upon. Or at least outwardly so. In one hand, Alex had Isabella, while Angel was held by another sicario nearby.

Isabella was crying profusely. Alex had dragged her out of her room and taken her off to this location without saying a word. No matter how much she pleaded with him to stop, he did not say a word. She genuinely believed that Alex would be handing her over to her father, who no doubt would kill her once she found out she had given her chastity to Alex on her eighteenth birthday.

Though Alex felt bad about misleading the girl, her reactions had to be genuine, and thus he did not tell her in advance of the plan he had. Her father did not even cast her a glance, as he looked over at his son with a stern gaze on his face before asking a question.

“Mijo, are you alright? They didn’t do anything to you, now did they?”

Angel saw the look in his eyes, and evidently, he understood his intentions then and there. Thus, he accepted his fate as he was about to respond to the man.

“No papa, they did not do any permanent-”

Immediately machine gun fire erupted from hidden locations before Angel could even hear a word. The flashes of the muzzles lit up the targets who were now riddled with bullets. And while the rest of La Madre’s men flinched and began to withdraw their weapons, Alex coldly told them to stand down.

“Stow your weapons! Now is not the time to panic. Those are our gunmen!”

The incident happened so quickly that by the time Alex finished speaking; the gunfire had subsided, and the entire leadership of the Jalisco cartel lie in a pool of their own blood. Angel’s eyes, of course, opened wide as he witnessed what was essentially the death of his family’s criminal organization. He was terrified as he looked over at La Madre, who was smirking at her own handiwork. But what was perhaps the most frightening thing of all were her words when she spoke to Alex.

“Are the others taken care of?”

Alex looked around, almost as if he were trying to find out, where he then grinned before confirming that the DEA Agents and Mexican Marines had already been taken care of.

“If they haven’t revealed themselves by now, then it means the plan worked. Ah, there it is!”

In the darkness that was illuminated only by streetlights, a cloud of toxic gas dispersed with the wind. Only La Madre and Alex knew exactly what had happened, and she was quick to comment on it.

“Honestly, Alex… Chemical weapons? Isn’t that against the Geneva convention?”

Alex smirked as he nodded his head. He had ordered the cooks of the Zetas cartel to make a special batch of nerve gas, which his operatives employed against the Feds positions via mortars while the gunfire was erupting.

The federal agents and Mexican marines had never expected to come under mortar fire, let alone mortar shells that dispersed a deadly nerve agent. Alex was quite proud of his plan, and how it had worked flawlessly, which he was quick to express to his employer.

“Yeah it is, but we’re not state actors, so it doesn’t really apply to us now, does it? Now all that is left is to take care of some loose ends. How do you want to do this?”

A sadistic grin appeared on La Madre’s pretty face as she gave Alex the go ahead to execute his rival.

“Oh, by all means, I’m not going to take away from your victory. Deal with the prisoners how you see fit…”

Alex smirked like the devil as he pulled out his sidearm and loaded a fresh magazine into it before placing the muzzle directly in front of Angel’s forehead. The man was still overcoming the shock of what had happened to his family, that is until Alex spoke to him one last time.

“Any last words?”

Angel could not possibly think of something clever to say when he heard this question. His mind was scattered, and incapable of forming a single witty remark. Thus, all he said was a cliché of defiance.

“Fuck you!”

Alex frowned when he heard this and sighed heavily before expressing the last words Angel would ever hear.

“You’re shit at dying, you know that?”

Before Angel could possibly respond, Alex’s index finger squeezed the trigger, sending a round through his brain. Causing Isabella to scream in panic. Alex then walked over to the girl and acted coldly towards her as he prepared to do the same for her.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this Bella… But at the end of the day you’re a Ramirez and so long as you draw breath what remains of Jalisco will rally to you, whether you like it or not, for what’s its worth, I did enjoy our night together… Oh what the hell, one last kiss?”

Alex did not even wait for a response, and violated the woman’s lips, and just as she was about to fight back, he ceased his assault and whispered something to her.

“The next round in the chamber is a blank. Just fall down and play dead…”

The tears that were falling from Isabella’s eyes stopped flowing in that moment, as she realized Alex was saving her from La Madre and her band of murderers. Thus Alex pulled back a safe distance, so that the blank actually wouldn’t kill her, where he then gave an order to the man next to her.

“Wait, a second… This one’s too pretty. Put a sack over her head so I don’t have to look at her face when I pull the trigger…”

Though this was a weird order, the man gave La Madre a single glance before the woman shouted at him to obey Alex’s commands.

“Do as he says!”

With this order given, the sicario placed a sack over Isabella’s head, which, under the cover of darkness, would cover the lack of a gunshot wound to the head. Alex then played the part to perfection as he sighed heavily before pulling the trigger.

“Goodbye Bella…”