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Emilia went from bagging pounds of drugs in the basement of one of Eduardo Salamancas mansion to delivering those said pounds of coke to New Mexico. You must think that by then she is a well trusted and important to the boss, since she's delivering more than 1 million of dollars worth of powder through the border twice a week... Well you're wrong.
During one of her long drives, she got ripped of, as she was tied to the ground with a bag over her head, somebody took every pound she was driving to El Michoacano.
Six hours later she was watching Marco and Leonel Salamanca digging her grave. She couldn't help but sweat profusely, her mouth had gone completely dry, her wrists were burning like fire behind her and she was beggining to feel dizzy from standing under the sun.
Hector Salamanca was a righteous man, not only driven by money, but by fear and respect. He was brutal, not only merciless but also loyal to the cartel, his family, his sons and his nephews. Emilia felt like a stranger around them.
Her breath begin to quicken as Hector walked out of the runned down hut.
" Emilia ! Encuentro esta situación muy desafortunada para ti... Tal vez puedas ayudarte a ti mismo. " He said, smoking a cigar, he blew the smoke in her face and she wanted to spit back in his as a response.
She didn't say anything, her mouth sealed, she knew what was going to happen, she didn't want him to hear the tremble in her voice.
" Estas mudas ? " He smirked, he turned back around to the hut, " Nacho, que haces ahi ? "
Hector took her shoulders roughly and walked her to the hole his nephews seemed to be finished digging. She felt her heart beat even faster, she was sure she was going to have a heart attack right there and then.
" Ah, aquí estás, ¿te gustaría hacer los honores " Hector said, she kept her eyes glued on the hole, trying not to fall in it herself.
" Don Héctor, ¿está seguro "
Se'd know that voice from a mile away. She turned her body around so that she could face him as Hector handed him a gun. Ignacio or 'Nacho' seemed to be brought back to reality as their eyes met. Hers went from terrified to hope and his turned to ice. She felt him stare at her intensively. She felt the sweat roll down her back and she licked her lips.
" T e puedo decir. " Is all she finally says, her voice isn't shaking, or weak. It is calm and composed.
" Dime qué, mija ? " Hector asks with a smug smile.
Emilia wants to bury herself in the sand, she has to come up with a fast explanation, quick, or else she's a dead woman, and Ignacio is right there, looking at her, almost staring and he's got the gun. She cannot let him kill her, not a second time at least. Since the last time she'd seen him, he had changed, he was about to shoot her.
" It's the gringos... The bikers, I heard their bikes, I remember their voices, they spoke to each other in english... I think they thought I didn't understand... " She let out a small laugh, Hector was staring at her, " They said you're gaining too much territory, that soon you will buy them out... "
It was silent, Ignacio took a step forward with the weapon and Hector Salamanca gave her a tight smile. Emilia felt the word crumble at her feet.
" Are you sure ? "
She turned back to look at Marco and Leonel who were just standing there, behind her. She looked at her ex-lover who stood besides Hector.
" There where 3 of them, I heard 3 voices I-"
She stopped walking when the felt two hands on her shoulders, forcing her to get on her knees.
" I don't believe you, ¿Le creemos? " He asked to Marco and Leonel who stood behind her, keeping her on her knees. She felt the sand dig her exposed skin.
She heard the click of a gun to her head and she swallowed hard, Hector walked closer to her.
" Why should I believe a word you've said ? You are saving yourself, you are a traidora, once a tredora, always a tredora. "
Emilia looked panicked, Ignacio looked at her in the eyes and closed his. That's it, after four years, that's where they meet again, one of them almost dead. Leonel took the safety off, a soft click went to Emilia's ears.
" I, I can take you to them ! I can take you to them, please ! Please, por favor, por favor no me mates ! " She cried out, " I know where they are, I remember their voices the accents they're near. I swear. "
" Don Hector, we should see if what she's saying is true, at least before we kill her, no ? " Nacho finally spoke, he felt Emilia's and everybody's eyes on him, but he did not flinch, the gun felt heavy in his hand, he knew he wasn't going to use it today, and certainly not on Emilia.
Hector looked at Leonel who took the gun off her head, Hector looked back at Nacho, " Why ? "
" Because she knows information we don't, we get her to tell us who the guys that ripped us off are, and in exchange, we let her live... Unless they kill her first. "
Even if the circumstances weren't in her favors, at all, Emilia almost got up to strangle Ignacio. Her anger towards him multiplied by a thousand, even if he may have just saved her life. Hector looked at Nacho, then at Emilia then he shook his head.
" Okay then, if you insist, untie her and handle this. "
Hector and the twins walked to their car and drove off in a cloud of dust while Nacho untied her. As soon as the three Salamancas were far enough she slapped him accross the face.
" Four years ! Four years and the first thing you say to me 'then we kill her' ? Are you fucking insane ? The salamancas ? Really ? They're crazy in the head ! " She yelled at him with her hands flying around to try and make him understand she was so angry at him words couldn't even describe it, " You should of have let them put a bullet in my head so I wouldn't be stuck with you for god knows- "
" Emilia can you stop yelling ? You're no better than I am. " Ignacio calmly said while walking to a red car.
Emilia followed him closely, " You want me to stop yelling ? Seriously ? You're the one that got us into this stupid mess and I'm not allowed to scream at you ? You know everything I said is lies, why wouldn't you know ? And you're siding up with me ? Dios mio we're both dead in maybe 24 hours, on my mother's life Ignacio, I don't even know any biker ! "
He opened the passanger door and offered his hand, Emilia scoffed and got in without looking at him nor taking his hand. He closed the door after her and went over to the driver side. He pulled a duffelbag from the backseat and gave her a water bottle, she took a few seconds to start drinking and when she did she downed the whole thing in a second then looked at Ignacio, well the side of his face as he was focused on driving.
" That doesn't make me like you more. "
He shrugged as if he didn't care and she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
" Are you hungry ? " He asked her.
" No. "
" I know a small dinner, it's about 40 miles from here, I can take you there. " He asked once again, she looked half dead already. Her dark hair who was normaly framed perfectly around her face was a mess, she had bags under her eyes, her pink tank top was dirty and her jean shorts weren't a light blue anymore, they were mixed blood and dust covering them. She didn't even have shoes, he just realised and her wrists were filled with dry blood. " Ok then, you look like shit. "
" Fuck you. "
" I'm trying not too. "
" Jesus fucking Christ, you want me to go to a dinner in public while I look like this ? I don't even have shoes on my feet ! " She spoke up in an angry way once again.
" Todavía te ves hermosa sin zapatos puestos. " Ignacio said,
" Te odio. " She replied.
" Yeah sure. "
" If I didn't hate you then I wouldn't have broken up with you. "
" You went behind my back, if you hated me well that was your problem. " Ignacio said to Emilia, they were both looking forward at the road, not even looking at each other.
" I didn't even go behind your back it was one time ! "
" One time turned to 7 days a week, we don't have the same definition of one time. "
Emilia scoffed at him, " I only did it on week days what are you even saying ! "
He sent her a quick look look, " It was meth on the week ends, sorry I worded it wrong. "
" It was adderral. "
" Pharmacies sell it as adderral because methamphetamine is illegal. "
" Yet, every time I offered you a hit, you said yes. I never heard complaints. " She said,
" You were 20, was I supposed to tell you what to do ? Would you have listen to me ? "
" Yes. " Emilia knew she was lying but still,
" No, you wouldn't have, I'd know because we were so poor you did bread with butter for dinner. Supper was a cigarette and breakfast one banana. "
" That happened once ! "
" Sure. " Ignacio replied unamused, he'd never admit it but he had missed Emilia, times had changed, but she was still the same.
" You're the worst ever. "
" You're welcome. "
Encuentro esta situación muy desafortunada para ti... Tal vez puedas ayudarte a ti mismo ; I find this situation very unfortunate for you... Perhaps you can help your own self
Estas muda ? ; Are you mute ?
Ah, aquí estás, ¿te gustaría hacer los honores? ; Ah here you are, would you like to do the honors ?
Don Héctor, ¿está seguro? ; don hector are you sure ?
te puedo decir ; i can tell you
¿Le creemos? ; do we believe her ?
Todavía te ves hermosa sin zapatos puestos; you still look beautiful even without your shoes on
Te odio; I hate you