Mia's POV
He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.
I keep repeating those two words over and over again, not wanting it to be real. My hands still trembled in front of me. Eyes and head blurry at the scene occurring around me. I could only look down at his small, frail body, heart that stopped and eyes that closed on me. I don't know how long I stayed here for. I don't know what I was suppose to do. I couldn't leave him. Not now. Not when he needed me the most right now.
He's dead.
I had to remind myself that over and over again. He was dead, but I couldn't admit that to myself.
I wonder what would happen if this never happened to him. How things would turned out differently for the future ahead of him. Would he smile and laugh again? Would he continue to asked stories again? Would he just be himself and stand in front of me, again?
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do anything.
I hear shouts behind me, hauling me to my feet. But I felt numb. Too numb to move.
"We need to go!"
"Take the body and get in the car!"
"Mia, we need to go!" Adam. I recognised Adam's voice. He sounded far away, like everyone was right now. "Mia!"
"He's dead..." my voice was barely a whisper, hearing it for the past minutes I stayed in the same position. "He's dead..."
Adam ignored me, hauling me to my feet and helping me stand up right. Two men's lifted Miles body in their arms, carrying him somewhere that wanted me to follow and making sure they were protecting him.
All care left me, allowing Adam to pull me wherever it is, and putting no fight whatsoever.
Suddenly, a cold metal knife pressed against my skin, a heavy breath fanning my ear. Adam was thrown on the floor, eyes meeting mine and the person behind me.
"Move and I'll cut your throat," the voice said in my ear. Something seemed to have caught his attention, when he lifted his head. "And here he is." I could practically feel the smirk on his lips.
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Killian's POV
My head throbbed in pain, the room spinning in my vision. What the fuck just happened? Suddenly I remember bits of the memory that happened earlier on.
The door bursting open.
A black haired girl walking in with a gun.
Me being thrown by the force.
And that was that. I couldn't remember anything that happened after that.
My head jerked to the bathroom, expecting to find Miles crouched in the corner, but no one.
Mia.
Where was Mia?
Wobbling on my feet, I grabbed the discarded gun on the floor and made myself through the firing shots of men, ignoring the pool of blood that left in its wake.
We were fucking ambushed. I made sure that we were in a safe location, bringing in Mia, that no one would find her where she was with us. Fucking safe my ass.
First I needed to find Mia. Whoever ambushed us, wants her. Seeing the mess they made everywhere. My instinct told me to check outside first. Even more blood was visible.
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My Bodyguard
RomanceBeing the daughter of the most Dangerous Mafia in the world has its ups and down. What more could you possibly want? Could it be... Being the next victim in everyone's hitlist? Having to look over your shoulder 24/7? Or giving up your life to joi...