met-a-noia

Chapter 4

Amira's POV:

"Well.. here we are", Rosie says parking her car in front of the apartment complex, it was a poorly lit building and it didnt help that it was pitch black, since the clouds were covering the moon. I got out and strapped my purse on my shoulder before turning to her and saying, "I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully".

Rosie nodded and said, "Yep, and be careful.. this area is quite dodgy. Do you still have that gun of you?". I smirked and said, "Of course I do". Rosie winks and gave me a high five before saying, "I have to head on home now, but I'll text you yeah?". I nodded and slapped the top of her car before she revved her Hellcat's engine and drove off.

I beelined inside the apartment complex, going over to the check in area to be met with a "Check-In" Machine that dispensed the keys to the apartment . Well this is great, I dont have to talk to anyone I can do it myself. After typing in my information, the key popped out of the dispenser with a blue tag on the hilt of it reading: Rm 218. I kept my hand in my purse holding onto the grip of my Glock 17 TB as I looked at the information given to me through text. I sped up the stairs, keeping my body angled so my back wasn't vulnerable as I approached my room: Room 218.

I walked over to the door, putting the key in and twisting it to the left hearing a satisfying click. I opened the door and stepped inside, immediately closing the door behind me and locking it with both locks. I turnt on the lights and looked around seeing that it was fully furnished like it described on the website, with my luggage inside. Thank god for porters, I was able to drop off my stuff here and explore a bit of London.

I set my purse down on the kitchen counter and took out my glock. Time to do a routine check, make sure no one broke in. I pressed the Magazine release, taking the magazine out making sure it was fully loaded before pushing it back in and pulled the hammer down, cocking the gun as I placed my right hand on the higher portion of the grip and cupped the bottom of the grip with my left, letting my right index finger hug the trigger.

I made sure to kick in each door and put my back against the wall as I searched the entire house, my eyes narrowing when I saw a dark figure sitting in the "Study" room, by the desk from where I stood in the hall. I pressed my back against the hallway, and looked into the study slowly pushing the door open.

"Finally you made it, I've been waiting for an hour and-", a voice exclaimed before I fired a shot at the figure's leg, a small whistle leaving the gun due to the silencer I had Quinlan install on it. "GAH! Christ on a bloody cracker!" the intruder howled as they fell backwards from their place in the chair behind the desk in the study with a loud thud. I quickly turned on the light and followed behind the desk, pointing my gun at the intruder. My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw who was wincing below me.

"What are you doing here?! Why are you breaking into my place? And HOW did you find me?!", I barked at her beyond furious with the woman in front of me, as I pulled the safety back on and placed it on the desk. What the hell was she thinking?!. The Queen looked back up at me through pained eyes as she hissed, "One.. Im the Queen I have records of everyone's addresses and current living situations. S-Secondly.. did you have to bloody shoot me? And I didnt break in, I simply climbed in through the window. I in-invited myself in". I felt panic set in realizing not only have I slapped and disrespected the Queen of England, I fucking SHOT her. God damn it what is my luck?

I shook my head frustratedly, kneeling down next to her slapping her hands away from her bleeding leg before tearing some of her pants and used it as a wrap to wrap the wound tightly making her wince, and throw her head back dramatically. I rolled my eyes and questioned her again, "You climbed in? How? We're like 5 stories up..".