Alcino
Jan 14, 2020, Medellin, Colombia
My ear drums vibrated as Isidora’s gun went off twice, despite me firing two shots already. Everything slowed down as adrenaline flowed through me making my eyelid twitch. Knocking the little girl to ground walking toward my car, I grunted as a bullet hit me in the chest. Ducking, I lifted my arm to fire again, but another bullet caught me in the shoulder. My shirt became saturated with blood.
Dropping next to the girl, I took out a hundred-dollar bill. “Get lost and stop stealing.”
Looking at the ground, I saw her body. She was dead. There was a pool of blood forming underneath her head. Squinting, I heard shouts in the distance. Her men were coming quick. This would be seen as an incomplete mission and could cost me my life. I looked at her.
