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Identity Pt. 01

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Part 1: Playing a Role

So this is my next project. Hope you guys enjoy it. It takes place in Colombia and my characters are Hispanic and so they switch between English and Spanish every now and then. I tried to make sure I translated they're Spanish statements shortly after they spoke them. But here are Some basic translations of words I used a lot. Hermano- Brother, Puta- Bitch, Calmate- calm down, Mijo- my son, Senorita- Miss, Senor- Mister, Cumpleaños- Birthday. I hope you enjoy the First chapter!

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Gabriella awoke to the sound of the door breaking. The splintering wood was loud enough to wake everyone in the apartment. She was too young to really know what was happening, but she knew her family was in danger. She sprang from her bed and ran over to her bedroom door throwing it open. Three men as large as an SUV were standing in my living room with angry grins spread across their faces. They all had cold black eyes and the face of a murderer.

Gabriella turned and ran back to the bed in which her baby brother slept. He was awake now and the look on his face told her he would soon burst into tears. She wrapped my arms around the three year old and held him tight to her chest whispering, "everything will be okay, Rico." She began to hum the lullaby their mother sang to them every night in an effort to calm him. The shattering of a glass followed by their mother's screams made them jump. The toddler whimpered against Gabriella's chest and she tightened her arms around him.

"Shh, todo está bien, Rico calmate," she lied, knowing everything would not be alright. Gabriella knew something was horribly, horribly wrong, but he couldn't know that. Another scream rang through the house and Gabriella's worry for her parents began to gnaw at her. "Stay quiet, hermano," she whispered to her baby brother, "I'm going to find mamá and papí." He nodded and pulled the cover protectively over his head.

Gabriella ran out to the living room in search of her mother and father. She was surprised to see her father on his knees with tears running down his face. Before him was a tall well muscled man with tanned skin and cruel gray eyes. He wore a smirk across his face that sent a wave of fear through her, and his chin length black hair framed his face making him look all the more sinister.

"I believe you have something that belongs to me Carlos," he spoke for the first time addressing Gabriella's father.

"Please, Vincenzo, I will get the money! Just don't hurt mi familia, por favor!" With a resounding "smack!" he knocked my father to the ground. Gabriella gasped and the man seemed to notice her now. He walked up to Gabriella, ignoring Carlos' pleas to leave her alone.

"You're a pretty little girl. How old are you?" His heavy Spanish accent only served to intimidate the little girl further than just his appearance.

"Ocho," she whispered shyly.

"An eight year old. Plenty of time to train her into a profitable asset to my business." She had no idea what he meant by that, but Gabriella knew she wanted no part in his business.

"You son-of-a-bitch! You will not touch her!" Carlos shouted over his shoulder, a trail of blood dripping down his chin from his busted lip.

"No!" Little Rico screamed from the doorway to the bedroom hurling a soccer trophy at the wicked man's head. It clunked him in his black mane and Gabriella could have compared the anger in his eyes to fire. He spun and yanked her little brother up by his pajamas making him cry out in protest.

"No! Leave him alone! Don't hurt him, please don't hurt him!" Gabriella's mother shrieked. Gabriella tried to yell at the man to let him go, but nothing came out. Her voice was stolen by fear.

"You know, Carlos," he started looking down at my little brother struggling to break free of him, "the money you stole from me was going to be for my son's college."

My father shook his head, "I didn't steal any money from you! That money was mine!"

"That money was never yours!" The man barked at my father silencing any further protests. "Do not interrupt me again. What have you done to earn it? You steal from me, and I bet you thought I wouldn't find out you were giving secrets away to my competitors, did you? Because of you my son will never be able to go to college. He will be trapped in the life that I had so badly tried to keep him from." The man placed my brother back on the floor while he glared angrily up at him. "Vicente, mijo ven aquí." Just then a little boy looking to be about seven walked in the open door of the house. He had light gray eyes as innocent as an infant and short spiky black hair. He was the spitting image of the tall man threatening Gabriella's family. "Mijo, take a good look at this coward. Pieces of shit like him never understand kindness, they only respond to violence. Men like him steal and then beg for mercy when consequences are dealt." The man bent down to be level with Rico while keeping eye contact with my father. "You took my son's future away from him, so I suppose I'll accept yours as repayment."

"Vincenzo, I'll get the money, I just need more time--" My father was cut off by another fierce slap to the face.

"That is not apart of the deal! The world doesn't need another coward like you in this world. The way I see it, I can prevent it two ways. I can kill you to make sure this innocent boy is never taught the ways of a weakling, or I can take him from you and teach him to be a man. Either you offer me your son, or I kill you in front of your pretty wife and take her as my whore!" Vincenzo aimed the gun at Carlos with a sadistic smile on his face. Gabriella's father stayed on the floor as tears streaked down his face. "Your boy, who is his father now?"

"You are Vincenzo," Carlos answered like the obedient slave he was putting his head down.

"Good boy, Carlos." Vincenzo smiled bringing his gun down to his side and turning walking his son to the door. "Alejandro, grab the boy so we can leave this ghastly place. The stench of fresh pussy will cling to my suit if I stay any longer."

"No!" Gabriella and her mother shouted simultaneously as they both rushed after the man carrying Rico away. Carlos managed to grab them both before they got too far, the little boy's screams echoing those of his mother and sister.

Gabriella felt his arm tighten around her possessively reminding her where she was. No longer that little eight year old, she looked down with disgust to this man's limb around her twenty-five year old waist. Her now fully developed breasts and toned legs had attracted him. God, all these drug lords were the same— old ass men chasing women half their age and using ill gotten funds to impress them. To them Gabriella was a trophy to proudly display at a fancy party, or a nice ornament at a business meeting, a bed warmer late at night. That was until one day they didn't wake up.

Tonight was finally the night she put this puta down. After tonight she would be one step closer to finding her brother. This guy was one of the big names that only sold under the most powerful and well connected drug lords in Columbia. This asshole worked for Vincenzo. Tonight, after weeks of gathering Intel, Gabriella could finally end her suffering with a knife through this man's chest. Tonight she would close out yet another chapter on her journey for vengeance.

Without hesitation she pulled the long dagger from beneath her pillow swinging it up in the air and plunging it down through his left pectoral. He gasped catching her face with a look of shock before his soul delved into the pits of hell. Gabriella's work was finished, and so she hopped out of the bed, swung her black trench coat over her petite frame and slipped out the door. She had to play this part right down to the nail or this could be the end of her young life. She got downstairs to the front door where two of the now dead man's bodyguards stood, protecting the door.

"Another midnight snack run, Tina?" Head of security, Ray asked Gabriella identifying her as one of her many aliases.

"You know it Ray. That man loves his goddamn Twinkies and hot fries," Gabriella lied smoothly.

"Hey Josh go bring her car round, would ya?" Ray nodded at the younger guard and he nodded hurrying off. Ray shook his head, "new guy. Why is it always me training the newbies?"

"You're Damien's right hand man, that's why." Gabriella told him with a chuckle. "Some would call that an honor."

"Yea, right. I been working for Damien Tolero for 12 fucking years and I'm still working basic bullshit jobs."

"Well you never know, Raymond. You may be taking over sooner than you think," Gabriella winked giving him a dazzling smile as Josh pulled up in her Altima. He stepped out holding the door for her and closing it once she was safely in the driver's seat.

"Try not to take too long, eh?" Ray called to her before she sped off toward the already open gate.

Gabriella knew it would be a matter of minutes before Ray or one of his men found Damien dead in his room, and they would all come after her. Damien Tolero was one of the most feared and powerful drug lords in Colombia, and his men were paid very handsomely to keep him in a seat of power. Despite his complaining, Ray and the other security were very loyal to their employer. When they found him dead, they would be looking for blood. Gabriella knew she had to get rid of her Altima now.

She pulled over to the side of the road next to a kid sitting at the bus stop. He looked to be about sixteen holding a skateboard. "Hey kid, you drive?"

"Uh," the boy was clearly caught off guard by this beautiful, model looking woman stepping out of her car and talking to him.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and tossed the keys at him. "It's yours. Keep it, sell it, chop it up, I don't care," she told him.

He caught the keys wide eyed and amazed. "Th- thank you, señorita." As she expected, he asked no questions, simply hopped in the car and sped off. Ray's men would stop the boy looking for her. Now as she walked down the street Gabriella began stripping herself of the silicone coating on her hands, arms, legs, and face. The rubbery material had been her skin for the past 3 months as she got close to Tolero as "Tina Menendez," and now she had no use for the identity, nor the disguise. She ripped off the pale "skin" revealing her real mocha color. She removed her trench coat and flipped it inside out turning red to basic black. She pulled the red wig from her head letting her naturally curly dark brown hair cascade down in waves. Gabriella quickly slipped the brown contacts from her eyes, her original blue ones adjusting quickly. There was no way they would suspect her now in her true form. Content with the outcome of the day, Gabriella strolled down the street happily whistling all the way back to her apartment.

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Another murder published in the paper. Vicente was losing some of his best men now and he couldn't figure out the damn culprit. The men he had left were beginning to question him in their panic. Not to mention this tag killer was pissing him off. They always had the same MO. Man killed in the dead of night, black dagger to the chest. No finger prints, no evidence, no way to track them.

"A tag killer is out for vengeance, Vin. We wouldn't even know where to start. The list of people that want you dead is long. This person has been working their way up, fighting for your attention. I would be wary of the people you allow into your circle for a while." Vicente's right hand man told him as they walked the perimeter of his father's gardens.

"I'm supposed to be afraid of a stupid tag killer?" Vin gave a light chuckle. "I don't give a damn about that. What I care about is the deal going down tonight. Is everything in place?"

"Si, everything is ready." He pulled a map out of the dock the shipment was supposed to be delivered to. "I've got men placed here and here. The switch will be here and then we bring it home." He pointed out the highlighted points and then folded the map and put it back in his pocket.

"What about the narc? What is to be done with him?" Vicente had recently found that a man he had hired almost a year ago was an undercover cop and was waiting to bust the very deal he had going down tonight.

"He thinks the deal is going down in Santa Maria. He is to be killed on the way there and left as a warning to la policía."

Vicente smiled and lightly tapped his brother's cheek twice. "This is why you're my right hand, Rico. Let's get this done." Rico nodded his head, his now close cut light brown hair almost turning red as it caught the sun's rays. "I'm glad you finally decided to cut this, baby brother," Vicente told him rustling his hair, "now to work on this goat hair you've got growing on your chin."

Rico laughed, "Ah Vin, I'm only 20. I'm entitled to my youthful rebellion."

"Why? I never got that."

Rico shrugged, "That's because Papa was grooming you to take over the family business, that's hardly my fault."

"Well in the event that something happens to me--"

"Don't even joke like that, Vinny." Vicente smiled to himself. His baby brother and he had become extremely close even though they weren't blood. He and Vincenzo were the only family Vicente had ever really known. His mother had died when he was baby, and his father's only brother had been killed when he was 12. He valued the relationship he had with his little brother.

"Vicente, leave your brother alone." Vincenzo's raspy whisper of a voice came from behind him once again chastising him for chastising his brother. Rico had always been Vincenzo's little angel and allowed to get away with murder. His childlike face and sweet talk got him out of nearly every predicament he got himself into. Vicente's father babied his little brother, but with as much as he looked up to Vicente he learned everything he did and fought to do it better than his big brother. Vincenzo never wanted Rico to get into the life— moving and selling illegal product— but he wanted nothing more than to be Vicente's right hand man, and there was no one he trusted more for the job.

"Papá you're not supposed to be out of bed." Vicente told him walking over to his father. He wasn't the hulking Scarface Mob boss he once was anymore. Karma had been very cruel to him giving him cancer when Vicente was just 13 and Rico, 8. He had always trained Vicente to take his place, but once he got sick, he was much harder on Vicente and his expectations became much harder to fulfill. Now his long dark hair was gray and slicked back to his shoulders, his back slightly hunched over from sickness, and he had a limp from an old gunshot wound that never truly healed. He walked with an Oakwood cane with little angels carved into it and a brass Wolf's head at the top.

"Hush boy," he waved Vicente off, "I refuse to sit in bed until I die. If death wants me, it'll have to fight for me."

"Well at least have a seat Papá," Vicente tried to guide his fragile body to a chair but he wouldn't budge. He smacked his hand away and looked to Rico.

"So what's this I hear about you not celebrating your birthday?"

"Papá its Vinny's birthday, not mine." Rico corrected his father.

"Ah yes, you're right," he nodded, "Well Vicente has business to handle." Vicente shook his head at the response.

"Well I think Vin should celebrate his birthday too. He's turning 28. He should enjoy the little bit left of his 20s, right Papá?" Rico tried to coax his father into agreement with a flashy smile. Vincenzo just laughed and playfully slapped his cheek.

"Always the smooth talker, Rico." His face became deathly serious, "You promise me you won't get involved in the deal tonight, mijo."

"Papá I have to be involved. I'm Vinny's right hand." Vincenzo turned his icy grey eyes on his eldest son and the resentment he held for him for allowing his little brother to become involved in the family business was evident. He had never wanted this lifestyle for Rico, but it wasn't really up to him. Rico was the only person Vicente had ever been able to trust. "Papá, don't—"

"Why do you insist on dragging your brother into this life when I have spent twenty years hell bent on keeping him out of it?" Vincenzo waved his cane at his son and Vicente knew if he got too close his father would hit him with it.

"Why is it always my fault when he makes a dumb decision? Rico is a grown man! I have told him to stay out of it, but he wants to be involved!"

"Well if you were any kind of leader you would make sure that doesn't happen! How am I to trust you with an entire Empire when you cannot even handle your baby brother?" Vincenzo growled.

"Papá, its not Vinny's fault—" Rico tried to intervene, but his father wouldn't hear him.

"If you are to take on the great legacy of the Cruz Dynasty, then you must grow the balls of a Cruz man. Stop acting like such a little puta!" Vincenzo shouted making Vicente lose his temper.

"I never asked for any of this!" Vicente shouted turning and storming away from his ranting father calling after him. He ignored him thinking that maybe he did want to celebrate his birthday tonight after all.

Vicente watched as his Rico made an absolute ass of himself. Rico was drunk out of his mind and laughing non-stop as he buried his head in the breasts of the giggling dancer on his lap.

"Come on, Vin! Get a dance!" Rico shouted over the pounding music.

"I'm fine, hermano. Watching you act an ass is entertainment enough." Vicente smiled at his little brother. They had every right to celebrate. Tonight had been the biggest deal that had been organized since Vicente took over and it went off without a hitch. They had made 1.2 million dollars in a matter of minutes and Rico was planning on basking in the afterglow of his success.

"Speaking of ass," Rico nodded at the main stage as the dancer twirled around the pole to the ground into a split. "Got damn!"

Vicente was not as easily impressed as his brother. All of these girls looked the same and did the same dances. At one point, coming to Exotica would have been the highlight of his day, but that hadn't been the case since he turned 26. Perhaps he was reaching an age in which he craved a steady relationship. He wondered about his "type" of woman often these days. He would need a real woman, one that wasn't easily scared, one that would support him and his business. His dream woman would be able to fire off a gun, and ride his dick equally fearless. He wanted a woman that could be as ruthless as him, but only when necessary. But most of all he needed a woman that could satisfy his heavy sexual appetite.

"Hey Finn! Get my brother your best dancer, would you? He's looking rather lonely," Rico's shouting across the club snapped Vicente out his thoughts and back to the scene around him.

"Oy vey, Rico no." Vicente complained, but it was too late.

Finn, the club owner waved at Rico showing he'd heard him. "Oh I've got something special just for the birthday boy."

"Finn, come on, no." Vicente argued, but Finn was already gone backstage.

Gabriella put the finishing touches on her makeup in the large vanity mirror.

"Brielle, you're up, let's go!" Finn called as he made his way around the bustling half naked women backstage.

"Ok, I'm coming!" She called back as she grabbed her trench coat from the coat rack.

"You're giving a private dance in room 4," Finn told her rushing her to the dance room.

"Whoa, private dance? Can't Candy do that while I work stage? You know how much I hate private dances Finn."

"I know, but these guys are very rich and only one of them is spending any money." Finn pat Gabriella's cheek. "I need my best girl." She let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes.

Rico drunkenly pulled his brother into the private dance room. "Come on Vin, it's just a dance. Stop being such a pussy." Vicente just laughed at his little brother and shook his head. He could tell Rico was trying his best to make his birthday memorable for him. Not wanting to ruin it for him, Vicente went along with it. The room was dimly lit with slow, sensual music playing in the background. The walls were covered in pink velvet with pink fabric flowing freely from the ceiling in waves. There was a fluffy plush couch against the far wall facing the curtain covered entrance. "Just sit back and enjoy, hermano." Rico gave him a wink before slipping out of the room.

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