A/N: Hello everyone! I come to you with a Mayans MC story. I've been absolutely in love with the show and I cannot stop watching it. I hope you all enjoy this new story I bring you. I'm incredibly excited to where this story is heading and I hope you all will enjoy it as well!
"Ace," Michael greeted me. "Per your request, Aurelio," a smirk appeared on Michael's face, happy to finally give this prick what he deserved.
"Ailee, come on, Maquina is a friend." Aurelio did not even let me ask the questions, he knew better. He always knew that the worst gang of them all was the government, but Maquina made the CIA and FBI look like reasonable people, like saints.
But then again, Maquina basically did the dirty work for the CIA and FBI.
"Friendships end," I took my gun out from the holster, looking at Michael. "Where'd you find him?"
"Attempting to cross the border," Michael replied. "To Canada."
"Canada? Not Mexico?" I questioned.
"I have family in Canada."
I nodded my head. "Why are you running? Thought you didn't do anything wrong." She twisted the silencer on the muzzle knowing that even though there were no occupied buildings for miles, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
'Sloppiness causes unnecessary deaths.' Theo's voice rang through my head.
"Ailee, come on, we've been in business together for 4 years, I've done all Maquina has asked of me." Aurelio pleaded, struggling through his restraints.
I've killed so many people before that it was a routine at this point. It was my job. Way back when, I had a set of codes that I abided by, which seemed a bit hypocritical since I was an assassin. But even assassins had a code of ethics to assure that our way of living remained hidden. Maybe in some ways we tried to justify our kills, but we always tried to avoid killing an innocent person. After all, we had to have some ounce of humanity left in us.
At least I did or I used to.
Nowadays, I killed with no qualms. The codes I used to live by was just not something I believed in anymore. With every body that dropped in front of me, with every life I took, my humanity begun to chip away.
I nodded my head and took the gun. I pointed the gun at Aurelio, sliding my finger inside the trigger guard, placing my index finger on the trigger. He begged for mercy as I observed him. His face was full of cuts, blood sliding down the side of his face. His left eye was swelling from all the punches he received.
For a moment, I felt that mercy that was once there. The one that let some people go due to their family ties. The one that cried whenever I took a life. The one that begged for forgiveness from God for all the sins I've committed.
I shouldn't show a sign of weakness. I shook my head, getting rid of the weakness that no assassin should ever have. Mercy was for the weak; I trained myself to be able to rid of such thoughts.
My feet begun moving towards the man, placing the gun on his forehead. "Sorry, it's nothing personal. You just helped the wrong guy." I pulled the trigger, his blood splattering on my clothes and face.
I didn't even blink.
Insane, isn't it?
The man dropped on the floor as I put my arm down. Michael handed me a towel and I wiped my face. He then handed me a sweatshirt so I could cover my shirt. I took it, slipping it on my body.
"At least your jeans are black," Michael pointed out making both of us laugh.
"Isn't it always?" I looked at Michael and gave him a small smile. "Clean this up?"
"Don't I always?" He replied returning my smile with that smirk of his.
I nodded my head and walked out of the abandoned building we used to kill or torture the living shit out of people. Cliché, I know, but abandoned warehouses/buildings were the best places to rid the world of some people that no longer contributed much to society.
I wasn't exactly proud of my job, but it was what I was good at. Oddly enough, I was never a troubled child, I got straight A's, a model student as one might say, but for some reason, I drifted to this lifestyle. Fighting absolutely fascinated me. Action movies were my favorite movie genre. But at one point, I was a college student, a so-called "normal" person. Then one day, I dropped out. College wasn't for everyone and it certainly wasn't for me. My parents were absolutely devastated, but they weren't going to be devastated for long, they were killed the next day.
It wasn't an accident, even though that's how everyone tried to paint it.
It was an assassination.
And that's how I was introduced into this world.
My parents worked for this organization, they owned the organization.
It was the government's loophole to diplomacy. Mercenaries. Though, we were whatever the assignment needed, whether it be an assassin, a mole, etc. At the end of the day, we worked for the government. However, we did partake in independent contracts as well.
Maquina.
It was the name of the agency my parents owned. My siblings and I were in shock when we first found out; we didn't know that this was what our parents were doing. My father's older brother, Jin, was technically the one who owned the company, but my father sacrificed plenty for the company as well. When my parents had us, they weren't as active, but once in a while, their business trips constituted of assassinating someone.
Their lives were what movies were based on and it was absolutely fascinating.
My older sister, Evangelina didn't want to be involved, at least not in the killing aspect. She was a lawyer and was content with her job, but she was the in-house lawyer in the event there were some difficulties. But Evangelina usually handled the contracts for Maquina with the US government and our allies. John, much like Evangelina, didn't want to be involved, but much like Evangelina, he had a part in the company. The odd numbered children was far away from the killing aspect of the agency as possible.
But Vince, the second oldest, and myself, the youngest, were immediately immersed. That was the catch though, my siblings feigned their surprise, it was only I that was kept in the dark. All of my siblings knew, because when they reached a certain age, my parents told them about it. I was a week away from them telling me of their true occupation.
Vince, much like myself, was an assassin. The best in the agency, that was no surprise since apparently my dad was some sort of legend. Though, its not like he was competing with anyone when the agency began.
Make a long story short, Vince died two years after my parents did and that's when I took the mantle, to continue the family name. It sounded absolutely insane, there were much safer jobs, but when Vince died, a part of me died with him and the ruthless aggression began.
For some time I continued to follow the code, it was Vince's code after all. But as the sadness and anger consumed me, things changed.
Killing helped ease the pain.
Evangelina and John knew what I did for a living that much was obvious, but they did not approve of it whatsoever. They never tried to run my life, they didn't start now, but they always threw caution my way.
I, Ailee Cruz, have been living this life for about seven years now.
It was my daily routine.
I go in the agency, get my mission, and leave. Though some missions took longer than others, lately I've been local since I've earned my due. Seniority gave you the opportunity to pick certain missions for yourself. If it looked interesting, it was yours, if not, it was given to someone else. Seniority was hard to earn in this life since most people don't make it very far. I was fortunate to have made it this far, but then again, I'm the best, I'm untouchable.
And others just leave this life behind. It wasn't a job you kept for very long. Some people who made it through the years end up leaving and this wasn't a movie, they don't tie you down for life. Once your contract was up, if you desired to leave, you may leave. They even help you find a new job. It was the benefits of being paired up with the government.
It wasn't the agency that haunted you, it was the sins that you committed that did. It was absolutely difficult not to make enemies in this type of setting. I've made some, but they were all six feet under, not my doing, it was their own doing.
I looked at the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the shining monuments of San Francisco, but all it did was bring pain to me. Vince jumped from that bridge. His body was never recovered. It wasn't suicide, he was trying to escape someone. I was never able to figure out who had it out for my brother and it angered me, I wanted to avenge him, to make sure that whoever killed him suffered. But nowadays, I was far too busy to even try and look for whoever did it. The revenge didn't fade, I just didn't want to open old wounds. I finally had some hold of my life, I didn't want to lose control once again.
"How was it?" A voice broke me away from the bridge.
I looked beside me and a laugh escaped my lips. "You're lucky I don't have a gun on me or I would have shot you."
Xander, my fellow agent and brother-in-law, chuckled. "So, how was it?"
"Would you like to see my shirt?"
"No, you're fine," he shook his head. "A new assignment came through for you." He held up a folder.
"From my uncle?" Aurelio was a personal favor I handled for my uncle. It was odd that he didn't tell me of this other mission he wanted to assign to me.
"No, it's an independent contractor."
I nodded, holding out my hand. He placed the folder in my hand and I opened it, the profile and pictures in the folder shocked me.
Who the fuck did Angel Reyes pissed off?
I knew of Angel's affiliation with the Mayans, it was hard to miss when I saw him often when we were growing up. Vince was never attracted to that MC lifestyle, but it's not as if our lifestyle was any better. If anything, we were worst than the MC.
Angel was a former friend of Vince's. We all grew up in Santo Padre together. He remained close to Angel, but I honestly haven't seen the guy since my brother's funeral. He tried to keep in contact with me, but I didn't need any more reminders of my brother's absence.
It was with me everyday.
"Angel Reyes? Since when did mechanics become targets?"
"This isn't exactly high profiled case. At least he isn't a politician, you know those are a pain." Xander pointed out. "They specifically asked for you. And we both know that Angel Reyes isn't just some mechanic."
"Peculiar." I shrugged and closed the folder. "Consider it done."
"Wait, are you serious? You're going to do it? He was extremely close to Vin-,"
"Don't," I cut him off. "Don't say his name. This has nothing to do with him."
"But Lee-"
"This is a business, what we do is not for the weak of heart."
"Ailee, don't be ridiculous, you know it's more than that." Xander sighed, I'm sure he was frustrated with my indifference. .
I was the best at what I do. I'm a ruthless killer with no sympathy for the person I had to kill. It was a sad life.
Could you imagine feeling no remorse when you see a lifeless body fall before you? When I use to hear stories about murders, I would always think that whoever committed such a crime had to be insane, but I was wrong.
I'm a perfectly sane person.
I just craved blood.
The adrenaline I felt when I killed another person, I would just watch his or her body fall, thinking in my head that I had one less person to worry about. This life I live, you're always on alert, especially if you make enemies on the way. Sure the government technically protected you, our identities were more concealed than the Navy Seals, but some people make mistakes and they make enemies. I made that mistake once, but I cleaned it up.
The praise you received, the respect you acquire when you put another notch on your belt. It's the best feeling in the world.
So then the question was, why do I do it?
In the world we live in today, you either kill or be killed, I choose to live a longer life.
I sound insane, I know. It's like I'm contradicting my previous statement, but I'm not.
I'm a perfectly sane person.
"You don't have to come with me, it's a personal contract, you can stay put." I slipped contract in the bag that I was carrying. "You were never a big fan of Angel, shouldn't be an issue for you."
"If I knew Angel was connected to your humanity, I would have definitely approved of Angel."
"There's no turning back now."
