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There was no doubt that the incredibly foul stench of grease and oil would make her puke sooner or later. Nasira made sure she’d wiped down every nook and cranny of the two person table she sat at; you never knew when employees were using rags with expired sanitizer. The red leather chair squeaked a little as she shifted slightly, legs crossed, eyes on her phone as she sipped from a small paper cup with a yellow curved "M" on the side. All of this for a double big mac, extra special sauce, and no tomatoes. She could've easily cooked something at home for her papa and now, she found herself waiting on quite a few orders because the whole family seemed to be interested in McDonald's. Apparently, her life revolved around making errands instead of killing.
Nasira was at least glad she didn’t have to pay for the thirty dollar meal. Her dad’s platinum credit card took care of that. She wasn’t the one getting anything anyways, aside from the small vanilla ice cream cone she bought on impulse. It made her feel awful afterwards though. Nasira craved the thrill of stabbing someone in the neck, particularly of those who’d wronged her, of the woman who’d killed her mama, Santana Fuego. Her papa told her that it would take time, that as long as she did her due diligence, everything would be fine and they’d craft the perfect plan for her to take down the bitch. Nasira was tired of waiting though; the Mexican cartel moved places like no other.
It was difficult to track them– they hadn’t been able to properly do so for twenty three years now. Nasira felt it was only because her papa kept putting it off every single time the police came up on their tail for racketeering, money laundering, or another activity they deemed immoral. Her phone rang and Nasira immediately picked it up the moment she saw who was calling.
“Do you need me to get anything else, papa? The line is long, it’s twelve forty seven in the afternoon, and your food is taking forever to get out here,” she grumbled in Urdu.
“Now, now. Not even a hello? My, what a grumpy lady you are today. You didn’t even give me a hug this morning. We don’t have anything else we want to add. It’s only been a few minutes, I’m sure. Patience.”
“Kattan!” A clear voice rang throughout the McDonald’s restaurant.
Nasira’s ears perked upon hearing her last name– albeit pronounced horribly wrong– and stood up.
“They can’t even pronounce our last name right after I told them how to do so,” she told her papa and went over to the counter, using her shoulder to hold her phone against her ear.
“It’s Kah-tahn, not Kat-tahn, thank you,” Nasira didn’t look at the woman and grabbed both bags. She intended to leave right away, but a new figure, fairly handsome– actually, he looked much better when he stepped inside and she could actually see his face from a distance. Goatee– she always enjoyed men with beards– blue eyes. Her mind fogged a bit as she stared before she immediately sat down behind the only barrier between her and him- the half open wall in the middle of the fast food place.
“Princess?” She heard her papa speak from afar and realized that her phone had slipped from between her neck and shoulder. She picked up the phone from the ground and held it to her ear while she grabbed a wipe from her purse.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’ve got your things. I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“Okay, love. The boys and I will see you soon. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
She hung up and wiped her phone case down vicariously before she tossed the dirty wipe away and checked for any cracks. There was a small one that’d formed at the upper left side and she grimaced. So much for getting her iphone upgraded for her birthday yesterday.
Nasira was at least glad she didn’t have to pay for the thirty dollar meal. Her dad’s platinum credit card took care of that. She wasn’t the one getting anything anyways, aside from the small vanilla ice cream cone she bought on impulse. It made her feel awful afterwards though. Nasira craved the thrill of stabbing someone in the neck, particularly of those who’d wronged her, of the woman who’d killed her mama, Santana Fuego. Her papa told her that it would take time, that as long as she did her due diligence, everything would be fine and they’d craft the perfect plan for her to take down the bitch. Nasira was tired of waiting though; the Mexican cartel moved places like no other.
It was difficult to track them– they hadn’t been able to properly do so for twenty three years now. Nasira felt it was only because her papa kept putting it off every single time the police came up on their tail for racketeering, money laundering, or another activity they deemed immoral. Her phone rang and Nasira immediately picked it up the moment she saw who was calling.
“Do you need me to get anything else, papa? The line is long, it’s twelve forty seven in the afternoon, and your food is taking forever to get out here,” she grumbled in Urdu.
“Now, now. Not even a hello? My, what a grumpy lady you are today. You didn’t even give me a hug this morning. We don’t have anything else we want to add. It’s only been a few minutes, I’m sure. Patience.”
“Kattan!” A clear voice rang throughout the McDonald’s restaurant.
Nasira’s ears perked upon hearing her last name– albeit pronounced horribly wrong– and stood up.
“They can’t even pronounce our last name right after I told them how to do so,” she told her papa and went over to the counter, using her shoulder to hold her phone against her ear.
“It’s Kah-tahn, not Kat-tahn, thank you,” Nasira didn’t look at the woman and grabbed both bags. She intended to leave right away, but a new figure, fairly handsome– actually, he looked much better when he stepped inside and she could actually see his face from a distance. Goatee– she always enjoyed men with beards– blue eyes. Her mind fogged a bit as she stared before she immediately sat down behind the only barrier between her and him- the half open wall in the middle of the fast food place.
“Princess?” She heard her papa speak from afar and realized that her phone had slipped from between her neck and shoulder. She picked up the phone from the ground and held it to her ear while she grabbed a wipe from her purse.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’ve got your things. I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“Okay, love. The boys and I will see you soon. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
She hung up and wiped her phone case down vicariously before she tossed the dirty wipe away and checked for any cracks. There was a small one that’d formed at the upper left side and she grimaced. So much for getting her iphone upgraded for her birthday yesterday.