MTLNOVEL Chapter 286: I am a Bellini.
Hector hit the ground hard and fast. His legs buckled the moment the bullet hit his back and he felt every bit of pain surge through his body, the pain that came from being shot from up close. He couldn't even breathe, but he tried, he wanted to live, he wanted to fight for it, but his body was not allowing him, as he suffocated by the sheer force… but was able to turn around his body to face whoever shot him.
"Bulletproof vest… how smart you are." The man said as he watched him suffer and fight for his breath… and he was smiling with satisfaction to see how Hector was on the verge of death, to see in his eyes the panic on his face and those eyes.
Even though he was suffering, had that thing in him… that killing intent, that intent to do something, to try something.
"Ohh Hector, you can try it, I dare you to reach for it." He smiled at him as Hector hovered his hand over his gun… but he couldn't do it, all his power, all his concentration was on trying to breathe, to control the pain, the suffocation, the fear in him.
Because it was clear to him… he couldn't die like this… this wouldn't be him… and he needed to tell her… that she could walk again, it needed to be him.
"You know, Hector, I thought it would be harder to kill you, but this was my easiest job as a sicario in a long time now." The man said as he still just watched him. "An easy half a million dollars in my pocket… and the fame with it, the man who killed Hector Bellini… how good for me… but at the same time I am very disappointed."
Hector barely heard what he was saying, he concentrated too much on being able to move, to be able to breathe. He just wanted to do something, to try something.
"I thought it would be a good shootout, something special, but now you're just suffering like a fucking dog on the ground, trying to get yourself together, but you won't, Hector… you will die, you know. How does it feel?"
Hector's eyes told everything… still that killing intent, that look in the eyes of a gangster, the look of Hector, but at the same time something else was in it too.
"Fear?" The sicario laughed. "I thought you would not fear the moment when death comes for you, Hector. The stories about you… tell the picture of somebody who does not fear, does not begg… the underboss of James Bellini." He looked into his eyes. "Oh, but no, you're not feeling that, not the fear of death… no… you fear that I would pay a visit to Amanda, right?"
Yeah, the spot of Hector which he was the most sensitive of… the spit every people's sensitivity of, especially those who are criminlas… their families… and now the man in front of him, the sicario whose job is to kill, the sicario who does whatever for money, said the name of his little sister.
It was an immediate change… like if a switch just flipped in Hector as he just stared deep into the eyes, like if he were just telling him to dare to touch her… like if he was capable of doing anything in this situation… yeah, nothing, but he knew one thing very well.
Nobody is going to touch them… because there is James, there is Ramirez, there is Finn, they would be the first ones to take care of them if he dies… and if anyone would dare to touch them… their bodies would be skinned, their heads would be on the streets… yeah, but still it hit him deep, so deep that all the adrenaline just pumped him up even more, his heart was beating fast, his vision became clear and focused on the face in front of him.
The people he lives for are in danger… and that danger is right in front of him… yet he can do nothing. Despair hit him hard… he can do nothing… if he moves, he dies, and if he doesn't, he dies too… truly, there is nothing he can do, just stare, just listen… just wait for something, maybe until the very end.
But one thing was certain: it wasn't over. No… the sicario in front of him was having fun, watching his eyes, his reactions, his every motion. He was enjoying every single second of it, pushing further and further, driving Hector deeper and deeper into despair.
"She is in a wheelchair, huh… maybe I can help to push her around, you know." A disgusting smile on his face. "Oh, and your mother… she looks gorgeous for her age, maybe I will rape her, yeah maybe your sister too, though I'm not a pedophile, no, I would only do it for you, Hector… how do you feel about that?" He licked his mouth around, staring at Hector's eyes. "I bet they will scream for your name… yeah they will scream Hector."
In that moment, there were no words to describe what Hector felt, it was pure, raw wrath. He wanted to skin him, wanted to tear his bones out… but no, he was the one on the ground, trembling from what was inside of him… but also… he knew he won without doing anything… just letting him talk his shit.. he won.
"Y-you… t-talk… too much." Hector stuttered out the words.
"Because I want to hear you… beg for me… curse me… pray to your God out loud… I want to hear the sound of hope breaking in your voice."
".....a mistake."
"Really? Why would it be a mistake, Hector?" He asked as he now aimed the gun at his head.
"Because… I am a… Bellini."
"Ohh, and who gives a fuck?" He asked back but his smile quickly faded as Hector pointed behind his back.
"T-they…"