𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑑 (18+)

Distance

It's been about a month since I left for the mission. I've been doing all of my work on my laptop as the teachers just assign me all the assignments and essays. I almost daily speak with Sage over the phone and I've been updating her about what we've been doing except for the illegal things. Just recently I was out on a mission and I had gotten stabbed. I was bleeding pretty badly since we hadn't expected to get ambushed by another gang trying to eliminate one of our rivals. Eden was leading me through the earpiece and told me to back down as we didn't know who this new threat was. She studied the man that was also trying to kill our rival and ran him through our system only to find out that it was one of the Italians. She told me to run out of there as I was alone without any backup but I refused to and headed straight for our rival- Damiano Guster, a businessman who was stealing and buying illegal trades and then tried to frame it on dad- as the Italians caught up too. I made sure my mask was in place and ran over the rooftops, trying to get closer to Damiano's office. He owned the top floor of his brokerage firm as he was one for 'privacy' which was more like sleeping with his assistance while his poor wife waited for him at home. Pathetic.

Whizzing through, the air tries to push me back as I speed up, trying to reach there before. The feeling of the air rushing in my mask through my eyeholes feels incredible. My body is scorching yet the chilly breeze feels like heaven. And once I've let myself go and feel free, I notice that I'm 3 rooftops in front of them. As soon as I reach the rooftop closest to his office, I notice his assistance fixing her skirt as he buttons her blouse. Perfect. I would love to kill him in front of her and let her be traumatised for the rest of her life. Why would she agree to sleep with him knowing that he has a wife? And how dare he sleep with his employee despite having a loving wife? Both of them deserve a lesson.

I had already assembled the sniper the night before as I knew it would've taken up my precious time. Kneeling down, I peep through as I force myself to take deep breaths and focus the scope at his head.

"Place your finger on the trigger. Inhale. Exhale and shoot." Dad's calming voice explained as I followed his instructions. I was 12 at this time. Dad was terrified that something might happen to me and I wouldn't be able to save myself. That he would lose me.

I followed his instructions and my bullet punctured the bottom left-hand corner of the target, near the leg. I expected dad to be disappointed that I didn't shoot the head but as soon as I put the gun down, he picked me up in his arms and spun me around.

"Well done, sweetheart! You hit the target." His encouraging words made me want to do better next time and so I did. The next time I hit the chest, near the breast.

"Place your finger on the trigger-" I stop to do just that as I follow all the instructions and by the time I shoot, I watch in anticipation as the bullet pierces his skull as blood splatters everywhere as the assistant steps back in fear and trauma. Good.

Standing up, I take a step back just in time to hear footsteps running towards me. I spin around too late as I'm slashed on the arm with a knife by one of the Italians. I just realised that I've been calling them Italians the whole time. I really need to use their gang name; The Kings.

I hiss in pain as the gash is very deep. It'll probably leave a scar. Unsheathing my knife from my thigh, I pretend to go for his thigh but instead I chuck the knife up and catch it in the air as he goes to defend his thigh. Using that chance, I plunge the knife into his neck and sprint out of there, making sure that I don't drop any blood. Pressing on my wound, I race out of there as the others follow me on the opposite rooftop. The wound causes me to act a bit hazy as I slow down. Reaching the end of the rooftop, I climb down which forces me to use my injured arm as I grit my teeth and will myself to stay strong. As soon as I jump down from the last block, I'm surprised to notice that there is a car waiting outside. Inching closer, I notice that it's Asher inside, waiting for me to get in. Rushing in, I inform him that he needs to drive as quickly as he can as I'm losing a lot of blood. He doesn't panic. He just breathes deeply before telling me to put my seatbelt on and speeding out of there.