𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

7~{𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉}

"A gun in the hand is worth the entire police force on the phone."

~~~

Sunday, May 23rd

Noon

~Destiny~

I sat and watched him go through my laptop. He must've been scrolling through all of my article rejects and rough drafts.

"Ah, 'The Enterprise.' What an attention grabber that is. Imagine that as the headline on a newspaper." He said. "Let's see what this says."

He clicked on the document and began reading it out loud.

"On Saturday, May 22nd, a double homicide and robbery was committed by five men inside of the insurance building on Wall Street. The bodies were dragged into an alleyway and stuffed into body bags. The men got away with about seventy thousand dollars in cash. Allegedly, there is a mafia war occurring in New York City, and this was only a small part of a bigger scheme they call 'The Enterprise."

He glanced at me with a smug look on his face. "You seem to know quite a bit." He said. "But know this. None of this is anything I haven't allowed you to find out."

"Why am I even here?" I asked.

He slowly closed my laptop. "This is what you get for meddling about my business. You should've minded your own." He said.

He held my computer high in the air and dropped it, letting the pieces shatter all over the marble floor. He did the same with my phone.

"Why?" I cried. "I have everything on those!"

He raised a brow. "That's the fucking point."

He turned his attention to the door behind me. "Kilo, bring him in."

I heard the door swing open and footsteps approaching. I dropped my head to the ground, too afraid to see who had come in. They came around the side of me and stopped next to Michael.

"Destiny, look up. I want you to tell me if you know this guy." Michael said.

I slowly raised my head. Messiah was being held by another guy. He was bound by the wrist and seemed to have been brutally beat.

His nose was bloody, possibly even broken, his eyes were swollen and had dark circles surrounding them.

"Messiah?" I said in shock.

I felt anger start to rise in me. "You're the reason I'm here, aren't you? You pulled me into this bullshit!" I screamed.

Michael nodded. "Thats right, Princess's."

He grabbed a gun off of his desk and cocked it. "I'm sick of your fuck ups, Messiah!" He spat. He aimed the gun at his head.

Messiah started to tremble. "Boss, I-I'm sorry please don't-"

Before he could finish his plea, the gun fired and he fell to the ground.

I started to scream again. Sobs intruded my begs for mercy.

"Please no! I swear if you let me go I won't say a single word! I swear!" I cried.

The other guys shook his head. "Michael, just kill her and get this over with."

Michael glared at him. "Shut up, Kilo. You aren't the boss."

Michael stepped closer to me and knelt down to get close to my face. He was even more attractive up close.