His Little Diamond

2~ A Bullet With No Target

༻𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨༺

"Sir, are you sure this is who we're looking for?" a subordinate of mine asked.

"What do you mean is this who we're looking for?" I hissed, fastening the pistol around my hip before storming into the warehouse to see what they could have possibly been questioning. And everyone knew I hated questions when I've already given a clear answer.

Unfortunately, I looked at the girl in the chair. Pale skin. Red hair. Watery azure eyes. This was definitely not Mr. West's daughter.

I ran a hand over the visibly disturbed expression on my face. "You tied her to a chair? Are you all bafoons?" I mumbled, trying to calm my rising heart rate.

When none of my men moved or said a word, I snapped instantly, "Untie her!"

Idiots.

They all shook in their boots and went to untie the poor girl. She could have been no more than sixteen years of age.

"Go and tell no one of this," I commanded the girl, and she ran away immediately. After she had disappeared, I sat on the seat myself, resting my forearms on my thighs as I bent over a bit.

The more I drummed my fingertips together and listened to the quietness of the large space, the more I could hear my thoughts war with each other.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

Revenge.

Death.

Regret.

Wasn't it all so sweet?

A small drop sounded into the atmosphere, suddenly bringing me out of my mind. My eyes fluttered open, only to see a gold bullet in front of my feet.

I watched as the soldier who had caused the interruption walked up to me, but he hesitated.

"Go on," I said. "Pick it up."

His fingers looked mighty right for cracking. Perhaps he wouldn't mind a broken bone. Would he?

I watched him grab the bullet off the floor. He didn't make it very far. I stood and broke his knuckles with the heel of my boot, and his lips immediately parted into a cry for help.

"Screaming are we?" I mocked and petted his curly head gently before kneeling eye-level to him. "Shhh..." I whispered and put a finger to my lips. "We don't want to make a sound."

His sobs quieted and I dropped many hundreds in front of him. "Go get that fixed," I said and stood, walking towards the exit of the warehouse.

The man was a rapist. I could have had him turned in long ago, but I've given him a different route, just like the rest of the criminals who work under me. I wouldn't risk a kind man getting hurt with the work that I do.

One of my other soldiers cowardly handed me my suit coat, in which I fastly slung over my shoulder.

I couldn't tolerate such carless mistakes like this. I didn't have time for it.

Why was I looking for this girl? I had a price to pay and a wish to fulfill.

And due to an error, I now had a bullet with no target.

• • •

It was up to me to work this out. Alone. All over again.

I quickly changed within the backseat of my vehicle and lotioned my face before combing back my hair.

"Padre veglia su di me," I mumbled before stepping out of my car, walking towards the large grocery store that I hated the most. Walmart.

My niece claimed the best barbie dolls resided in this shack, so here I am.

Her birthday was today and she'd be turning seven. Maybe seven barbie dolls will do the trick? Or perhaps that's too much? She's already spoiled as is. Hm.

Forget it. I'll get eight. One more for her to grow on.

After grabbing the last doll, princess Tiana, I decided to go looking for other things I could possibly need before heading out.

But before I could budge, I felt something hard hit against my rear.

A light curse word came from a feminine voice, and I turned to look at the woman. She was stiff, out of fear I assumed.

She had many stuffed animals in her cart. Maybe she had a niece that was having a birthday as well?

"I'm sorry," she whispered out as I pushed the buggy gently from me.

"Hm," I hummed simply, finding something familiarly odd about her.

Those kind brown eyes...and that necklace.

My target.

I walked away with nothing else to say.

Because unfortunately I, once again, didn't have a bullet.