The Assassin and the Gang✔️

Chapter 26

*Lilith*

I was staring down the barrel of a gun.

I lifted my eyes to his, and his bright blue eyes drilled into mine.

Kelly, Silvia, and anonymous were all standing frozen behind him. Not wanting to move and startle him to pull the trigger.

His hands were trembling.

I snorted.

Then as fast as an snake striking out, I slapped my hand to the gun so that it wasn't pointed at my head anymore. He pulled the trigger right before he let go, but the shoot went wide.

Kelly jumped on his back with an over dramatic battle cry, and I was finally able to wrestle the gun out of his hands. I put the safety back on and threw it on the floor away from us.

I turned back to the guy, and saw the three girls pounding the absolute shit out of him. I grinned.

"Girls, can you keep him alive?" I asked, putting my hands in my pockets.

Silvia was the only one who looked up at me, and she nodded.

"Sure," She said, and pulled Kelly of the guy. His nose was broken, and the rest of his face looked horrible as well. Anonymous also stopped punching him in the gut, and she stood. He puked all over the mall floor. That's karma for the security guards.

"Thanks for helping out," Anonymous said to all of us, and I bowed dramatically. The other two just smiled.

"Hey so wanna go back to my house?" I asked anonymous, and she nodded eagerly.

A while later I was in my black room, with the guy tried to a metal chair. His face was absolutely destroyed thanks to the girls, but I could make out the determination on his face. But that was going to waver soon.

Kelly, Silvia, and anonymous were currently showering and getting to know each other, but I decided to just get this part over with first.

I made sure my own face was void of all emotion, before turning away from him, and putting on a steel protector for my knuckles. I didn't mind them getting busted, but I preferred then not to.

I faced the guy again, and stepped closer.

"There are two ways that this can go. The first is that you corporate, and I'll give you a swift death." I said, not even pretending I wasn't going to kill him either way.

"The second," I continued, "is that you don't corporate, and I'll have to give you hell on earth until you do. Understand?"

He locked his eyes on mine, and nodded. I knew he was trying to get sympathy from me by holding eye contact, but I wasn't sure I was really effected by any of that shit. Apparently, I was a psychopath with that. Who would have thought.

"I need verbal answers. I repeat: do you understand?" I said clearly and loudly.

"Yes." He said, gritting his teeth. His voice was gruff and sounded tired.

"How old are you?" I asked. It must sound like the stupidest question, but I had to make sure he talked. If he didn't say anything now, he sure as hell wasn't going to spill his life story to me later.

"39," He said, finally noticing that I didn't give a shit about him, and breaking eye contact. Ha ha ya little shit. I win this little staring competition.

"Are you tired?" I asked, and it had a double purpose. I got him talking without any harm, and I knew if he was already tired.

"A little bit," God he was so stupid. Why would he say that to me?