Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

Silence once again as the sicario just stared at Hector's eyes… the eyes full of certainty… the eyes that showed he was truly devoted to a family… a family that is the Bellini, the mafia.

"It's truly respectful, Hector." He smirked. "I was worried you would turn into a rat, but you know I had the hope that now you will die in a respectful way, a way of a warrior, of a gangster." He aimed at his head. "Goodbye, Hector, we will meet in Hell when the time comes."

A pull of a trigger… a loud sound that echoed through the starry night… yeah, a loud one… not the same silenced pistol.

"Huh…" The sicario slowly looked down, pushing his hands toward his left side… and blood was just pouring out… and then another shot came.

And another, and another.

Three loud shots that were just ear-hurting, sound so loud that it could be heard blocks away… and with it bullets that hit the sicario, one in the shoulder, the second went past his head, and the third into his thigh.

Those bullets didn't just go in, no, those three bullets that hit him literally just blew flesh away from his body, as all of it impacted… it went through his ribs into his body with a force that just blew everything away… almost like he was just ballistic jelly whose only purpose was to blast away… and well, he did as his body hit the ground immediately and the pool of blood just poured under him.

And of course it did, of course some of his flesh just flew away, of course he immediately collapsed and died on the spot… because, well, even if the shooter wasn't the best… the .357 Magnum did its job.

Yeah, a .357 Magnum caliber revolver in the shaky and amateur hands of somebody who came like a hero.

"Doc…?" Hector whispered the word as his ears were ringing, some of the blood from the sicario dripping down on his face… but even if his vision was distorted, blurry, he immediately recognized the white coat.

Yeah, it was him, the hero of the day… the man who just saved Hector, the same doctor who he was speaking to earlier, the one who is in charge of Amanda's recovery, her health… what a doctor, he just saved another life… without medicine, without scalpels… just with a raw .357 Magnum.

Yeah, a short-barrel revolver in his hand that was just shaking as fuck the moment he pulled the trigger… shaking from maybe the fact that he took a life to save one… or the fact that the recoil was so raw and powerful that he could hardly handle it… maybe both.

But one thing is sure… he just fucking saved Hector, saved the Bellini family underboss… what a heroic deed.

Though he was frozen, he just stood there, still slightly aiming his revolver at the sicario, just looking at his body as the blood spread all over the ground, flowing everywhere like a river… but he did what he had trained all his life… he saved somebody, even if it was with a gun.

"Doc!" Hector now shouted as his vision became clear, as the ringing faded away, but still his back felt like he got hit with a hammer.

"He– Hector!" The doc shouted too as he realized that he might have killed somebody, but shit, Hector was still on the ground. "Are you shot?!"

He immediately went to action, immediately switched into a doctor, somebody who is there to save lives, though there was nothing, no heavy bleeding, no blood at all at Hector's body as he was patting him down.

"Look at me." He said as he kind of bent Hector's head backward and literally pulled out his keychain with a miniature flashlight on it, straight pointing it to Hector's eyes… though he noticed it.

His hand was still shaking as fuck.

"You… saved my ass, doc."

"Y-yeah…" he whispered back as he was looking at Hector's pupils. "I-I saw him, going after you with a gun… so I ran back to my office to grab mine."

What saved Hector was pure luck… luck that came from the fact that the doc forgot to tell one more thing about Amanda's medication, so when he realized it, he thought he could catch Hector so he went after him, but he noticed it, noticed a man on the side with an object in his hand… an object that was a gun… and his instinct kicked in.

The instinct to run the fuck back to the office and grab his gun… a gun he only fired once in his life when he trained for his permit. But not just that, the instinct, or moreover the knowing of who Hector is… he didn't even think about calling the police, not even for a single second… no, he just grabbed that shit and ran back as fast as he could but he didn't want to shoot, didn't want to take a life… only just to shout "freeze", just like at the training, try to de-escalate the situation… well he did.

He de-escalated by shooting, shooting without even looking, he closed his eyes the moment he pulled the trigger, because shooting at paper targets and shooting at a living human is not the same… and he only missed once.

"Good job, doc… good fucking job." Hector whispered as he slowly stood up, though his back was still hurting like hell, and well the doc went silent, because for him came the panic… the panic he just realized, the most important thing about the situation.

He killed someone who was ready to take Hector's life… his life is in danger… his whole family's life is in danger now that he did it. Yeah, the realization of it hit him… no ordinary man would go up against Hector Bellini…

"W-who… who is he…?"

"A sicario."

"A what…?" The doc looked at him then back at the body.

"A hitman who works for the cartel." Hector answered as he looked at the doc and well he lost it.

"Cartel… no way…" Yeah, he realized that he fucked up… fucked up saving Hector, because everybody knew that cartels are fucking wild dogs, beasts that kill those who even say one wrong word… and now he just killed their hitman. "I-I–"

"I was the one who killed him." Hector looked into the doc's worried eyes. "Nobody will go after you, doc."

"But the body… the police will—"

He couldn't finish it, because something stopped him… something that was worrisome on a whole different level. Six cars, six SUVs, sped into the parking lot, came to a stop with loud squealing noises and then… people… people in military gear hopped out… all wearing plate carriers and with ARs in their hands.

Both of them froze. The doc seemed like his soul had left his body; he was already thinking about going to get tortured along with his family, while Hector had already pulled out his gun, ready… just like Finn, to at least try to take some of them to hell with him.

"Hector Bellini." One of the men spoke. "Darvik sent us." He said as he looked at the body. "But I see we are late."

"Darvik?" Hector asked back. He had no idea who the fuck Darvik was, or who the fuck these guys were.

"Yeah, Darvik, a great friend of James Bellini."