Y/N POV:
I walked through the dark alley way with my black umbrella. My footsteps echoed through the alley and the droplets of rain hitting against the floor and my umbrella echoed. I looked up to see that I arrived at my destination, I walked inside the run down building and closed my umbrella.
"Glad to see you made it Y/N." I heard Antonio's voice behind me. I spun around to see him sitting down in a table.
I hummed in response and took a seat next to him.
"Why did you call me over here?" I asked while pulling out a cigarette.
He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I chuckled as I lit my cigarette, I could see the confusion on his face.
"You and Charles caused me a lot of problems Y/N. I lost my business because of you two." He spat out looking at me with anger in his eyes.
I let out a sigh and blew out the smoke from mouth. My mood instantly changed when he motioned his name. Charles and I were together for 2 years. The sound of the gun clicking brought me back to reality and I moved out of the way as he shot the bullet. Thank God I have fast reflexes, he shot towards me again but missed. I kicked the gun out of his hand causing it when somewhere in the big room. I tackled him to the floor and straddled his waist, I reached for the knife that was in my waist band and slit his throat. Blood splattered all over my face and I could see his eyes widened. He held onto his throat as blood was oozing out, he was breathing heavily but when he did he made a squeaking noise due do the stab wound.
I heard clapping being me and I snapped my head. My eyes widened, there stood a tiny Good Guy's doll.
"You still go it Y/N." I recognized that voice, it was Charles.
I shoved the dead man's body off me and walked to the doll.
"Charles?" I asked with confusion.
"The one and only." He smirked up at me. I was shocked.
"What the fuck happened to you? You died." Tears were forming in the corner of my eyes but I blinked them away.
"Its a long story kid, I'm sorry I left. I didn't want to leave you." I smiled a little bit and let out a sigh.
Charles walked to the dead man's body and kicked his head with his tiny foot.
"He was always a bitch." He laughed with his maniac like laughter.
I chuckled at his actions, damn I missed him.
