Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

seventy two

AMARA CABOT

I wiped away a lone tear that escaped from my eye and sniffled, smiling sadly at my brother, "So he just-" I nodded quickly, cutting off my brothers sentence.

His eyes were widened slightly, and I could see the gears in his head grinding as he tried to process what I had just said.

"He killed her?" Finn whispered, clutching his hands together.

We both sat on the leather couches inside our cold house. Our breath could be seen in front of us as I rubbed my hands together between my knees, Finn frozen in shock.

It was nearing midnight and I fell tired, my head lolling to the side.

"Go to bed Mar, it's late. You need to sleep." Finn spoke softly. I watched his figure slowly stand and retreat to his room, "Goodnight Finn." I said.

He nodded his head at me, before opening Joey's door, and closing it softly.

And with a sigh, I'm wide awake. All the windows are closed and the curtains are drawn. Although, the handgun is still sitting present underneath the couch cushion.

I'm on high alert, my body still pumping full of adrenaline as I replay that image in my mind.

I'm about to move when I hear footsteps on the gravel path outside, and then voices.

"Shit." I mumble, grabbing the gun and ducking down as I peek through the blinds. I roll my eyes as dumb and dumber. 

Why the hell would Alec send Giovanni and Marco?

There is a soft knock on the door and I contemplate answering it. Deciding against it, I lay my back flat against the wall and watch them pick my front door lock.

"Amara?" Giovanni calls out, his voice echoing through the house, "Jesus shit it is cold in here." Marco complains, rubbing his arms up and down.

"Why did he send you two?" I said, flicking on the light. Giovanni jumps, but Marco aims a gun at me. This time, I don't flinch. I stare down the barrel of the gun, daring him.

"Is he too pussy to come here himself?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He wanted to come here but he was um- occupied. And- we figured you like us a little more than him and wouldn't kill us." Giovanni shrugged.

I stayed still, "I don't like any of you. And I can't trust you. Not now." I mumbled, Marco nodded, "We know. But Alec is still on his paranoia trip that something is going to happen to you." He rolls his eyes, "Good to know you care." I snort, "Tell him I'm fine. We'll be fine." I sniffle.

"Then why are you crying?" Giovanni quirked, nodding to my face.

"Can you leave? I was about to go to sleep." I sigh, suddenly growing annoyed, "Your shoes are still on and you have all your makeup on." 

I throw a pillow at Giovanni's smirking face, "Okay, we'll tell him. But he won't be happy with that answer." Marco shrugged, heading for the door.

"Tell him that we will be fine. We're much safer in downtown New York than in a mafia leaders house." I hiss, closing the door behind their dark figures.

However, as soon as their presence is gone, another feeling lingers. I spin around as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Is someone watching me? 

Switching off the lights and shrugging the feeling off, I climb the wooden stairs to my room, snuggling under the cold covers, awaiting the much needed sleep.

But when sleep didn't come, I lay awake staring at the paint chipped walls.

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The next morning after I peeled my eyes open, I sat up, feeling a cold breeze drifting through the house.

"Joey?" I call out, "Finn?"

When I hear no response, I head down the stairs.

When the hell did the house get so cold. But I stop in my tracks when I notice every single window in the house is open and the curtains are drawn, and tied back.

"What the hell?" I mumble.

I find a note on the bench scribbled in green crayon, "Off to school, see you when we get back. Love you." I smile, shivering as I head over to the door. The floors wet - which means melted snow.

As I reach for the coffee pot, I freeze in my tracks as I hear a gun cock, and feel the barrel press to the back of my head. 

"You should really lock your doors." A gruff voice says.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I remember last night. Giovanni and Marco picked the lock and broke it.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I mumble, begging my voice not to break, "The list." 

"I don't have it." I spit out, "I know. But your stupid Italian boyfriend does."

Alec? Alec doesn't have the list? 

"What?" 

He pressed the gun harder to my head, "And you're going to take me to him." 

"And if I don't."

The voice laughed, "Then I kill your family. Starting with that little one, with the cute freckles. What was his name? Joey?"

My blood ran cold, "Okay!" I shouted, "Okay. I'll t-take you to him. But promise me you won't hurt my family." My lip trembled and tears streamed down my cheeks. The voice stayed silent, "Promise me. Or you don't get your stupid list." I screamed, my knees growing weak.

"I won't hurt the boys. But I can't promise anything." 

I nodded, feeling only semi satisfied with that answer.

The person grabbed me by the arm and yanked me toward a car. I was only wearing leggings, socks and a hoodie, nothing to keep my warm from the cold day that washed upon us. Even the sky was evil looking, with grey clouds threatening to storm.

"I assume you know the address?" I hiss, feeling my arms being restricted behind my back. The guy nods.

But before I can say anything else, my world turns back.

And I wake up with a thumping headache.

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Hey, sorry this chapters a bit short.

Hope you missed me, I missed you guys. I've got some super exciting chapters coming up that I can't wait to write for you guys. The story is only juuuust beginning. We've still got a long way to go until we get to the end. 

I hope you guys are ready >:)

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