1:19 AM
Los Angeles
February
"Ay dios...", Denise gazed back at the door as she slowly hid the phone between her chest while zipping her jacket all the way up to her neck.
"Why are you doing? Are you supposed to be locked up somewhere around here?", a man peeked out of the door before he entered inside with a sinister smirk.
She realized it was the man from earlier who gave her the money bag, she clenched her jaw in anger.
"I'm not even supposed to be here" , she said while the man slowly walked towards her.
"You know, you're quite cute when you get too sassy with me, you know?", the man leaned over her against the wall.
His face got closer until they were a couple of inches apart, she caught her breath for a second before her dark brown eyes met his.
"That money, it wasn't for that group, huh? Are you a little backstabber or something?", the man smiled teasingly as he eyes glistened in satisfaction.
"Why would you care? Coming from someone who's weak and decided to run away instead of shooting me", she muttered furiously, she needed this man off of him or else she'd end up scooping his eyes out.
"Well we don't know each other, but you're quite my type. How about I get to know you another time?", Denise frowned in disgust as she remembered what the other old hag did last time.
"Fuck off!", she decided to punch him violently, he stumbled back a bit before he noticed his nose bleeding a bit a. He lifted his head to see her grab a nearby lantern before smacking him on the side of the head with all force.
He groaned in pain as he fell to the bed, she reflexively tried to run away but the man lunged himself towards her to grab her leg, she collapsed to the floor before she looked back to kick him in the face.
"Ow! Fuck!", he yelped as she crawled away from him backwards.
"This is your chance to let me treat you like a gentlemen. I promise you, I will", he tried talking nonsense, she gazed back at him before scoffing under her breath.
"Stay delusional all you want", she said while getting up, "I don't need anyone".
"You don't but I do. I need you", his eyes looked at her while he tried standing up.
She desperately tried unlocking the door, but the man caught her on time, he tightly grabbed her wrists with one hand before pinning her to the wall.
"I'm in love with you. You're beautiful, you're seem to be such a serious woman who loves to be independent. We are going to know each other soon, so I'm not going to kill you, alright? I'll have you here all tied up", he said while he brought out some handcuffs from his pockets, "And you be a good girl, okay?".
"What a fucking joke. I don't even know you. You goddamn predator", she responded coldly, he shushed her as with one hand before finishing putting her in handcuffs.
"No, I'm not a predator. That was him. I'm only a young man in his late 20s who's having love at first sight. And whatever I want, I'll make it mine", he leaned over to whisper in her ear, she wasn't finding none of this pleasing in anyway.
"Well leave me alone, predator. I'm too young for you", she blurted out aggressively, he laughed softly before sighing.
"I love your humor, beautiful. How snarky", she was let go as she could lowered her arms down, she looked back at him as he went back to reach something.
"I'm in my early 20s, so leave me the fuck alone. I won't waste my youth for rich raggedy pieces of shit like yourself", those sharp words really got to him as he glared at her immensely.
"You're getting too comfortable, watch out what you say, chiquita", she simply rolled her eyes as she stood there.
"What? You're intimidated by me, a young one who knows their self worth more than you do? You don't love yourself, I can clearly tell by your fucked up, crooked piece of shit", she went off on him, making him regret he chose to fall for heads over heels for her.
"¿Entonces así le vas a hablar a tú marido?"(This is how you're going to talk to your husband) he questioned her in disbelief, he had never her sharp tongue in Spanish, which he rapidly regretted afterwards.
"Y vos que te crees? Un rey? Ay por dios, hijo de la gran puta...Para de decir pura mierda, vos lo más hablas por el culo chupado, cara de pija"(And who do you think you are? A king? Oh please, son of a bitch. Stop fucking talking shit, you only talk through your flat ass, asshole)
she gave a tremendous response, he seemed quite intimated by her words of choice, usually nobody would cuss him out this far as she did.
"Okay...you can stop. Now tell me...do you know where my cellphone is?", he placed his hands on his waist while giving a sarcastic smile while searching around.
"I don't know", she simply replied, they both knew she had it.
"Do you have it by any chance?", she shook her head, he gave a small chuckle before walking up towards her again.
"Give it to me", he commanded, she shrugged her shoulders as to signal that she didn't know.
"You know where is it...give it to me", he ordered her once more, she simply stared at him in fury.
Before he could get any closer, he heard knocking on his door.
"Who is it?", he saw one of his men, she walked away from the door as she knew she couldn't get past.
"I'm on my way", the man decided to peek at her before exhaling deeply.
"I have to go with someone, in the meantime, you heard what I said...be a good girl for me. I'll have someone guard my door", he decided to let her slide before shutting the door behind him.
After a few minutes passed by, she decided to look around for anything that could work to take off the tight handcuffs off her wrists.
°~1:58 AM~°
Noel drove his way off to the main entrance of the hotel, placing his motorcycle in the parking lot.
He got off before he walked himself up towards the hotel.
He decided to swiftly pass by, which security suddenly looked at him, asking him where he was off to.
"I'm going to my room, on the 23rd floor", he lied to them, the security grew more suspicious of him.
"We need to check you first before you come in. For your safety", one of them said, he turned around before they brought out a small metal detector wand, they scanned him as he stretched his arms out to examine him.
Before they could find his hidden weapon, he pulled it out before shooting one of the security guards, following with the next one.
The receptionist let out a huge scream before he pointed his gun at her, implanting a bullet through the middle of her head.
Once he was done, he rapidly went towards the elevators before he assumed in which he had to go.
Since this hotel had around 40 floors, he guessed she would be in one of the upper levels.
He predicted a number and chose the 27th floor, the lift doors closed before he hid his weapon once more.
He waited a long time to think about her close friend he calls his 'sister'. He had basically raised her to the individual she is now.
He wouldn't let nobody touch her in the slightest, there will be severe consequences if they dared.
The doors slide open, stepping out to see a ton of men in suits guarding huge doors.
He slowly retreated to be out of their view, he suddenly stopped since he saw an individual he recognized Immediately.
"Nathaniel Cordova...", he thought to himself with astonishment, the Cordova cartel had a well balanced alliance with Ascend and Descend.
The man stood there with his hands in his pockets while looking at someone, he was glancing towards an old man which was his father, Martin Cordova.
"Ha, I had fun with that girl. But she's not quite good with mannerisms, but I can teach her manners", he said clear enough to hear, he stood back to listen to the conversation, making his blood boil.
"Well, I told you, if you want to marry her, she needs to be of good use. You know she works for that bastard who stole our money", he was quite astonished as he never knew such information.
"Well marrying her might not be an option, she turned me down", he replied to him, he wondered what did that man do to her.
"Hahaha, I knew...she's stubborn, isn't she?", the man chuckled before they left in the distance.
He made his next move by looking around to see he was on the incorrect floor the entire time.
He went up into a nearby staircase and checked again, he was at the wrong floor.
But before he knew it, an entire group of men rushed down the hallway past him, they pulled out their firearms before one of them tried to point their firearm at him.
"You! Stop it!", Noel froze for a moment, he couldn't kill a bunch of guys at once, so he did as told.
"Get inside your room now!", Noel nodded his head frantically before he went upstairs once more, pretending to go to their room.
He decided to take another elevator to the 32nd floor. He couldn't find her so easily, until he finally reached the 35th floor.
He glanced around the hallways until he saw a man standing right outside a door.
He slowly walked up to him until they were at a safe distance.
"Good morning, sir. Have you seen a girl around here perhaps?", he asked mysteriously.
"And who are you?", the man raised an eyebrow, Noel stayed silent for a moment before he pulled his gun to shoot him straight towards his stomach various times, making hin slide down towards the door before collapsing to the floor.
The red stained door had the number he was looking for...261.
"Noel?!", Denise yelled across the room in a panic, she was desperate to get out.
She ran towards the door to unlock it, he opened it before he quickly got her to a quick, heartwarming hug.
"Ay dios mio...you're okay, you're okay", Noel let out a sigh of relief knowing his friend was safe.
"Of course... that predator didn't want me hurt. Gran estúpido", she complained as she quickly got the money bag she was needing from the start.
"Who is this deal for anyway?", Denise paused for a second before looking back at him.
"Uhh...Parker Klein", Noel immediately gave her a quizzical expression, how are they acquainted?!
"Who?", Noel was blown away from the fact that she was working for his boss' close friend, there had to be some kind of hidden strings attached to this situation.
"Parker Klein, he said they heard about my deals as a spy for other gangs, so he wanted me to help him out with Victor Wales and I helped with a drug exchange. In return, this money belongs to me", she explained in detail as she was holding a black bag, they somehow thought they could hide it from her but they were wrong.
"How would they know about you? Your side business is supposed to be kept hidden between the people you work for", Denise simply shrugged her shoulders as she didn't care about anything else other than getting to the bag.
"I mean you haven't told anyone?", Denise questioned him back, the realization hit his head like a speeding bullet train.
"Fuck him...", he mumbled under his breath since he knew who it was,but they cut the conversation short as they lost track of time.
"We need to go fast", Noel decided to go retrieve the weapon from the dead guard before handing it over to Denise.
"I didn't bring an extra with me, I forgot to get one", Noel told her as he examined around his surroundings cautiously.
They both reached all the way down the stairs, which brought them down to their doom.
"She's out!", two guys noticed them as they raised their weapons towards them, Noel and Denise retreated rapidly back to upstairs as a few men follow them.
They both start shooting towards them while running back, trying to find another way to exit the place.
Noel decided to kick one of them in the face as his gun ran out of ammo, causing for two men to fall down at once.
He shot another one before he focused on firing at the both of them, leaving a bullet through their skull.
Denise killed off a few more of them until they were able to run off completely to an elevator nearby, they both went down, where he decided to go back to the first floor.
"Are you ready?", Noel glanced over at his friend as he quickly reloaded his gun, Denise laughed happily.
"Always", she joked around before the elevator doors open to met by a thunderstorm of bullets in almost every direction.
"Those are C.H.E.S.S members", Noel looked towards Denise's view, she wasn't wrong...he definitely knew Parker was looking for her at this rate.
They both joined in, firing towards two people blocking the view. They rushed for their lives as they ran past through Cordova's men of the entrance, running back to the motorcycle in the parking lot.
"Let's go!", he yelled out as he put his helmet, he revs his engine before speeding off without another word.
This was a mission accomplished.