The Untouchables

11. Chains

The smell of burnt fires in my nose when I get to my floor. As soon as I take the last turn to the corridor, my fear comes true. Black smoke comes out of my apartment and I can barely see the fire inside through the broken door.

"Gabriela!" David's screams feel like a punch in my chest.

I run to my apartment and walk inside, covering my nose with my shirt while the hot air suffocates me. "David!"

"Help!" he yells back.

I keep calling his name running through fire, opening all the sinks I find with the help of anything that isn't too hot to touch.

Finally, I arrive at the bedroom where the fire hasn't gotten yet. David is on the ground, tied to a chair with ropes. I walk just a bit closer to see his face: he's full of bruises, foam coming out of his mouth and a cloth covering his eyes. Next to him, a recorder keeps screaming my name.

"Fuck!" I yell against the corpse on top of my lungs.

I jump forward when fire reaches my legs. I can't go back. I run past what's remained of David, pick a gun from my drawer and jump out of the window from the third floor.

My body hits the top of my car and I feel my shoulder dislocating. My mouth opens, but no sound comes from it.

"Dios mío, que alguien ayude a la chica!" someone says in the street.

I roll down the car, falling on my back. The pain on my shoulder almost blinds me, forcing me to keep groaning as I help myself to stand up and get in the car with the other arm.

An old woman gets into my window as I turn on the engine. "Excuse me señorita, did you get hurt?"

"No," I say.

I press on the accelerator and the granny falls. I hear her hands cracking under my wheels before she starts screaming like a kid. You're fucking dead, Quintero.

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I smoke the last cigarette of the pack I've bought an hour ago as I see her car getting close from the rooftop. That woman doesn't need chains to be trapped.

"Quintero!" Navarro calls. "Who's going to kill her?"

I turn to Hernandez that doesn't even dare to raise his gaze at me, staring at his beautiful princess always following her primitive instincts.

"She made her move against me. Now it's my turn." I pull out the gun from my jacket and call my men with a nod of my head to make them follow me in the street.