and his unit from a cookout we all went to. I remember being the one to take a picture of them all. Next to Isaac had been Emilia and the other women were cuddled into their men as well. One of them had a beautiful little girl in his arms.
Emilia would make a big hype about how she would get Isaac back and the two of them would be happy. That they would be a family. I even wrote about it in the letters to him. About how she wanted him to come back and that she’d do whatever it took.
So why this?
Why kill men who were close to Isaac?
I didn’t want to believe it myself until I saw the security footage from the security feed of one of the bars one of the men was seen at. The footage is grainy in both systems, goes to show you how much they care about the safety of their customers. I’d been able to clear them both up marginally enough to see and recognize the tattoo on one of the women’s arms. In both bars she’s there and in both places she does try to flirt with the men. Her tattoo of Isaac’s name on her wrist with a strange design around it.
God, the signs have all been there this entire time. I should have seen them.
“¿Cómo podría ser tan estúpida?” I mutter under my breath as I close my eyes and lower my head in failure.
“Amaya, look at me,” Isaac commands.
Slowly, I open my eyes and do as he demanded. This day started out great and has turned into the worst. “I’m sorry,” I utter quietly.
“Why are you sorry, Amaya? You didn’t do anything wrong. Now, are you sure it’s her?” Isaac asks, his voice vehement yet as he looks at me it’s not with hatred or condemnation.
Taking a deep breath, I nod. “Sí, estoy seguro de que es ella.”
“Sweetness, you know I love it when you switch up like this but not right now. Need to understand you and I’m shit with Spanish,” he grumbles.
“She said, she’s sure it’s her,” a guy says from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and my eyes widen at the sight of a man I hadn’t seen before.
“Viper, what the fuck? We were supposed to be picking your ass up next week,” Stoney states loudly and chairs are scratched across the floor as men approach the guy.
Viper grins. “I got out a week early, ended up getting a fuckin’ Uber or whatever the hell that shit is called.”
“Shit. If I’d known we’d have been there. But it’s fuckin’ great to have you back where you belong,” Stoney grumbles.
“Good to be back, Prez. Good to be back,” Viper chuckles, but something in his eyes doesn’t match up with the humor. “Now, what’s this beautiful woman talking about?” he asks, switching the attention back to me.
“Sweetness, need you to tell us how you know,” Venom says, taking a seat next to me but he moves it so he’s even closer.
“Message received, brother,” Viper snickers and moves to another seat at the table.
I go on to explain things about the program I used to clear the image up enough to be able to get a visual on the tattoo on the one woman’s arm. I point out how she approaches both men. I then pull up the security feed from the parking lot of the apartment building one of the victims lived in. If you didn’t know what you were looking for, you’d miss it, but I don’t. I pause the screen and show them. Making sure to clear the visual for them to be able to see her. There she is standing in the dark just outside of the lighting.
What gives her away is the fact she’s wearing bright colored shoes on her feet.
“Fuck,” Whip roars, slamming his fist on the table causing me to flinch at the sound.
“Calm down, Whip,” Tracker orders. I didn’t even notice him moving in closer.
“Sorry, Amaya,” Whip mutters instantly, having seen me jump at his outburst.
“How do we handle this?” Viper asks.
“First, I’m going to finally call the bitch back and find out what she has to say, see what she’s playing at. I bet you if she went after Brielle and Lucy, she’s working her way up here,” Venom announces as he pulls out his phone.
“Make sure to put it on speaker,” Stoney orders.
Venom nods and does something on his phone. It’s a touch screen and I’m