Bullet love

Chapter 4: Mission part 1

I sat quietly on the roof top of a tall building watching over Ericson and his men doing business stuff with the Italians. My sniper equipped to shoot any Russian rat that is ready to show himself.

"Come on, what is taking so long?"

I spotted a quick movement at the coner of my eye which made me rotate my sniper riffle. I scanned a man in the Russian gangs' uniform who was loading his gun.

"There", my lips curved into a grin. I held my breath to focus the shot and quickly pulled the trigger. Peng! I went for the heart. "Gotcha", I widely smiled.

Suddenly more of them started showing up. They were so many that I had lost count.

"This is going to be fun"

I started shooting at them. Chuckling everytime I got a headshot. It was hilarious how their heads were practically exploding. Their blood began flying, making the area look like a map.

After killing dozens of those bastards, even more began showing up. They were surrounding Ericson and the others like sharks.

"Shit"

I began dialing my father's number to report the situation but he didn't pick up.

"Shit!"

I grabbed my sniper riffle, my trusty McMillan Tac-50 and quickly packed it up. I sprinted down the stairs, wiping the sprinkle of sweat from my forehead. Unfortunately ran into some Russians but quickly used my machete. Heads were dropping on the ground. It was like music to my ears.

I made my way to Ericson as fast as possible while calling my father again, hoping he'd finally pick up.

"Ughh. Scolding me to pick up my phone but look who's talking", I rolled my eyes.

"Rolling your eyes again?"

My body paralyzed. My breath stopped. My heart sinked into my stomach. At least it felt like it did. I turned around and my eyes were blessed. The huge diabolically hot man pointing a gun at me. "Nice to see you too", I said with sarcasm dripping off every word, "You really wanna shoot the person that saved your life?". "Put your weapons down and maybe I'll let you go". "How do you tell a funny joke while keeping such a straight face?"

Peng!

"Woah, relax", I dusted off my shoulder. He tried to shoot me for the second time but I quickly ducked again. I smoothly pulled out my gun and aimed at him, "So you know?"

He kept quiet. He didn't look at me the same as last time. All I saw now was disgust and anger. Deep down, hidden in his unconscious I saw that he was beating himself up. Guilt. A high amount of guilt.

"This doesn't have to get messy. Just drop the gun", he finally broke his silence.

"Sothat you can shoot at me again", I hated on how my voice was telling on me. One could literally hear how disappointed I was. That night has been playing in my head for far too many times. This is not good. As a matter of fact this is bad, real bad. I have a mission to complete.

I dropped my gun, his eyes focused on me.

I utilized the momentum and ran to him, kicked his gun away with one leg while using my other leg to curl around his neck and used gravity to fall this mighty man down. Now I used both my thighs to apply pressure to his lungs. I saw a light flashing in his eyes.

He was impressed.

He bit into my thick thighs, raised his hips and kicked my head. I groaned in pain. I started seeing blurry but I didn't let that stop me so I quickly got back on my feet.

He slowly stood up while not breaking eye contact once.

I tried to read his next movement but he was unpredictable. He was like a riddle that seemed unsolvable. It was frustrating but intriguing as well.

He leisurely took steps towards me, his demeanor changing.

I didn't move. 'Come on Idara not again'.

He was now so close to me that I could hear his heart beat. He stared at my lips and softly grabbed my face. I felt shivers all over my body. His touch felt intoxicating. I swallowed, hard. Looked for words to say but there were no words that could have satisfied me. I started fidgeting with my silver rings.

"I-"

BOOM!

A rising pain at the back of my head and the lights went out.