Assassins Honor

Introduction

Before we start I want to say that this story isn't fully realistic and has blood, violence, swearing, and dark themes.

Faith POV

Footsteps...heartbeat...countdown.
The wooden floored creaked as I placed my hands out of the table's shadow. I leaned against the stone wall, pressing my ear against it, listening.
Footsteps.
"We need to get out of here," I panically whispered, turning towards my friend, Sebastian.
Sebastian shook his dark black hair out of his face and nodded in reply.
Footsteps...
"Hurry," I whispered.
He crawled out from under the table, sharply grabbing a window breaker from my bag which was already stashed with stacks of money. My heart raced as the voices in the distance grew louder. Sebastian pressed the breaker against the locked glass door. The shatter of glass covered the noise of footsteps getting closer and closer.
Heartbeat...
I grabbed my backpack from the old wooden desk. Sebastian carefully tiptoed through the window, avoiding the shattered glass. "Faith, let's go." Footsteps drew closer and closer. I had no time to hesitate. I heard the rattle of the doorknob. Panic surrounded my body as i reached for parachutes in my bag, tossing one to Sebastian
Countdown...
I opened the seal in a hurry, sprinted through the door as I accidentally scraped my hand on the remaining sharp glass. I gasped with tears taking over my eyesight, trying to tie the parachute around me. Sebastian put his leg on the rail and snatched my arm. I gulped and blinked back the tears. I hopped on the balcony rail, latching on to his hand. Armed men dressed in black and navy blue bursted through the doors, holding their weapons in the air.
"Bye," I called, waving.
3...2...1...we jumped.

"Baby, don't you think you've had enough the drink?" André asked, staring at the two empty bottles of beer on the counter.
Max smirked and leaned against the table. "I'm strong. A little drink won't hurt me."
André sighed. "You're not even old enough to drink."
Max shrugged, opening another bottle.
André opened his mouth but words didn't come out. He knew fighting with him was pointless. He'd start being manipulative and rude. Then again I bet he doesn't mean it. He doesn't understand feelings that well.
Max chugged down a quarter of his drink.
"André, you okay?"
André held his arms roughly. He stood silent. You could only here the light of the living room flicker.

1:42 AM, New York City

I heard the flickering lights and buzz of fireflies. My heart pounded out of my chest. Sebastian gave me a reassuring smile. I gripped onto the bag of money and knocked on the door. No response. I sighed and attempted again. This time, I heard my father untie the door. He glanced at me and frowned.
"Did you get the money?" He asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah, 10k, just like you asked," I responded, throwing the bag on the ground. The money slid across the wooden floor and a few rolls of cash slipped out.
He didn't look amused. "That's great but you need two thousand more so I can pay Leo. I promised to reimburse him if he let me borrow some weapons"
"I'm aware."
He blew on his cigarette and whacked it back in his mouth. "Did you get it?"
"No, but I'll find a way to get some later."
He slammed his fist against the walls of the house. Dust fell from the rooftop.
"I need to pay him back by tomorrow," He said, furiously.
I nodded my head in reply.
"And change your outfit. You look like a slut. And only I get to see you in such manner." He swiped the cash and slammed the door.