Isis.
She felt like somebody had hitten her on the head with a shovel, or a brick.
Isis had been drinking alone, in her bedroom. Her vision blurred as she thought about Ignstius and how he had warned her about Alejandro.
Mam, my boss is a bad man. He's bad news. He's a calculating vulture with no conscience. He preys on innocent women like yourself just for the heck of it. He takes your innocence and just drops you like you're hot.
Ignatius words had rang through her brain.
But she remembers that it was her who wanted to go further, and unveil the mystery of Alejandro's cold heart. She had a choice to divert from that path, but she treaded on it because she wanted an adventure. But now Isis felt like maybe it hurt more to know the truth now because she actually loved him.
She thought back at what Alejandro had said that he used to kill Ignatius with, and how.
An Assault Carbine.
