"The Girl Is Mine."
Isis.
What Ignatius had told Isis, wasn't exactly what she was expecting but she couldn't say that she did not see it coming.
Somewhere in her humanely loins, she knew that Alejandro was dodgy in more ways than one. But why?
She felt herself becoming even more drawn to him. She wanted to unveil the mystery of his cold heart, that is if Ignatius had spoken the entire truth.
Ignatius was extremely funny and they ended up spending the most part of the night, getting to know each other.
He was quite charming. But she knew better.
Nobody betrays their boss, whom they've been working with and earning gross amounts, just for humanity's sake.
She needed to dig deeper. She wanted to start with Alejandro, by all means.
That night, after Ignatius had left, she had snuck downstairs to fetch her backpack from the coat hanger where she had placed it after she got home from lectures.
It was midnight and her mother always told her that midnight was the hour of witches and wizards. So she should join her mother in prayers, but in her own bedroom because she said that their spiritual battles were not the same so the room in which they fought, needed to be different as well.
Which added onto her fear of the dark as she slowly creeped down the stairs.
"In the name of Jesus, In the name of Jesus...", she repeatedly said under her breath.
Maybe you should repeat Jesus' name the next time you see Alejandro.
She snorted so loudly at her own thoughts and held her mouth.
She got her backpack and slowly crawled back up the stairs.
While she was top-toeing past her mother's room, she heard voices.
And strange noises.
Maybe she's just busy with midnight prayers.
"...Yessss Sergio, right there…"
Isis froze dead in her tracks.
Huh?
Ignatius.
Ignatius was back in the confinement of his two-bedroom apartment and plopped himself onto his couch.
She's so beautiful. God…
He was basking in the electricity of the thrill that he had just gotten from meeting with Isis in the still of the night. He thought it to be extremely romantic.
Forbidden love. Romeo and Juliet.
He shook his head and told himself to focus.
He did not plan on falling in love with Isis and if Alejandro found out about what had transpired a moment ago, he'd most probably lose his mind and he, would be jobless.
He licked his lips nervously at the thought and sat up straight.
But, his life could use some adventure.
It's not the daily grind that I complain of, it's the dull-gray sameness of my life outside of 'office hours'. And also, it's time for a hero in this damn story. I would like for things to be rosy in my garden for once.
Ignatius smiled at his own thoughts and decided he should first focus on getting Isis to stay away from Alejandro.
"You'll thank me later Isis, you'll thank me later."
He jolted up when he heard somebody clear their throat in his hallway.
He took his gun out from under his sofa and called out, "Who's there?"
Alejandro.
Alejandro parked his car far from Ignatius' block because if there was one person who knew all of his cars well, it was Ignatius.
He had the spare key to Ignatius' apartment because he was the one who got the apartment for him in the first place, with everything in it.
He took out a gun from underneath the driver's seat and secured it onto his waist, behind him.
He walked up a couple of blocks to Ignatius' building.
He got up the stairs to the top and took his right, looking for apartment number 57.
He found Ignatius' apartment, turned the key in and made himself comfortable.
He sat himself down on one of the couches and felt a bulge under his left thigh.
He stood up and lifted the sofa's cushion and found a steel-gray pistol.
He smirked. He knew Ignatius so well. After all, he trained him in sword-fighting and shooting.
He emptied the gun of its bullet, put the gun back under the couch and went wandering around the house, looking for alcohol.
The house that he had known so well already.
After a while, he heard Ignatius come into the house.
He was in the kitchen, having poured himself a whiskey, that tasted like piss. Poor Oliver, he thought.
And you thought you could steal my girl?
He stood still and placed his hand behind him, fondling his gun while he listened.
A good 5 minutes had passed by and he suddenly heard Ignatius speak.
"...You'll thank me later Isis, you'll thank me later…"
His body temperature shot up into his brain and he removed his gun from his waist and held it behind him, with both hands.
He cleared his throat loudly to scare Ignatius because he knew that his first instinct would be to take his pistol from where he had hidden it.
He heard Ignatius ask who was there. Your father.
He began to stroll casually back to Ignatius' lounge.
"It's just me Iggy. What's got you so scared? Have you done something wrong to someone?" he asked sadistically, as he joined Ignatius in the lounge and stood with his feet apart and his gun still hidden behind his back.
Ignatius sighed in relief and lowered his own pistol, thinking he was in the clear.
"Sir, you can never be sure with these little thieves roaming around in Barbados."
Alejandro smirked and pulled a pensive look. "Thieves you say? Interesting what you would know about thieves."
Alejandro spoke really slowly and calmly. Like a Mafia drug lord.
He pulled his gun from behind his back and didn't immediately aim it at Ignatius but he simply put the gun to his head.
Ignatius' eyes widened and he tried to leap towards his boss but was stopped dead in his tracks when the gun was suddenly pointed towards him.
Gorgeous tactic Alejandro.
But Ignatius' reflexes were on par too because he immediately raised his own pistol towards Alejandro.
"Mr Dominic Sir," he said. "What is the meaning of all of this?", Ignatius asked sternly.
Alejandro hysterically laughed just as he always did when he felt power rising to his head.
"I'm going to fucking kill you for trying to mess with my shit. Who the fuck are you anyways?"
He said it so calmly.
Ignatius was dumbfounded.
"That's right you little shit. I know about your slimy snake moves on my ladder. It's mine!", he screamed. "Mine!"
He finally blew up.
Ignatius pulled the trigger as tensions rose and he was unpleasantly surprised by the revelation he had just received.
His gun was empty.
Alejandro smiled broadly and lowered his eyes like the animal that he was.
He reached into his pocket and took the bullets he had emptied out earlier from Ignatius' pistol. "Looking for these?"
Ignatius had the most terrified look in his face. He dropped to his knees and began to beg for his life.
"I told you Ignatius Aguas. You know me so well. You double-cross me, you die. Simple."
He took out his phone and made a call.
"Guerrero, come to Ignatius' apartment. Bring your men." he said, while coldly keeping his eyes on Ignatius.
"Sweet dreams Iggy."
He placed a bullet right inbetween Ignatius' forehead and the man dropped dead.
Alejandro had killed Ignatius in cold blood, using an Assault Carbine.
A British firearm named, the silent killer.
He opened the door and left, leaving it open for his men to come and do what they did best - take care of the evidence…