The Bad Ones

V E N T I

"We're going to Italy tonight," Oliver says out of the blue as he packs his gear. "Got a job in Rome. Want a lift to the hospital?" He asks, never once looking me in my face.

Everyone at home knows I'm pregnant. Everyone knows that Cain's the father and since he was comatose - he's literally been in the hospital.
I lean against the wall with my arms folded. Luke, Oliver and Linds are packing up to go assassinate someone and I'm missing it... All because Luke's an overprotective asshole.

"I want to go with." I say for the hundredth time. "I'm a good shot... The best actually. And I don't see a problem-" I count reasons why they should let me kill the guy. "I hold the record for most kills in minimal time. I'm a great sniper. I'll even let you put me on guard duty as long as I get to shoot someone. I'm quick and I can handle it. Did I mention I'm a excellent getaway driver?"
"Did you also mention that you were pregnant." Skywalker says flatly, pushing past me. Fuck it, guys think that just because a girl was pregnant she couldn't do anything.

"That's not fair. I'm only 2 months and I'm not showing yet- I can move around and think for myself just fine." I respond and he rolls his eyes and I groan.
"Okay, if you let me do it I'll take the money."
"No."
"Wait, what?" I blink. Luke's been badgering me about the money since I got back, he refused to talk to me since our argument about it on Monday.
"Your and the baby's safety is more important. Not to mention - Cain will kill me if I let you do this."
"Yeah, well - Cain's not here now is he" I growl and Luke opens his mouth.
"I don't want to hear it." I slam the basement door behind me as I stomp up the stairs.

I'll just relax on my bed rewatching Friends for the hundredth time. I groan, I can't have alcohol. Getting drunk would be so nice right now. A soft knocking sounds at my door before Linds hesitantly walks in. "Rain?"

I keep my face blank and unemotional - not that it wasn't already. Lindsay approaches me, sitting on the opposite side of the lounger. "You know Luke's just looking out for you - you're his sister in all but blood, Rain."

I sigh, knowing she's telling the truth and I know I'm being unreasonable but I don't feel better about it. "Whatever, tell Oliver I'm coming with - I'll go to the fucking hospital." I say motionless. "Are you sure?" Linds questions and I say nothing. This is what they wanted me to do - she shouldn't be questioning me.

Lindsay leaves the room quietly and I move toward my closet. I scream in frustration for a second, because bottling up my emotions is not good for the baby. If I follow that logic - my next actions won't be logical.

Sending me to a shrink after Cain collapsed was going to be a major headache for Skywalker. I smirk, pulling out my faded black skinny jeans and an army green halter neck crop top. I plait my long brown hair into twin braids. I touch up my face with a bit of mascara and matte maroon coloured lipstick.

And like the assassin I am... I arm myself to the teeth. Hiding two of my guns and a knife on my person underneath my black, white and grey parachute jacket. I pull my black platformed ankle boots on before looking my badass self in the floor length mirror, blue grey eyes staring back at me as I rub my tummy softly.

"Mommy will look after you jellybean." I whisper, grabbing my purse before clattering down the stairs.

"Raina! Hurry-" "Coming," I call to Oliver and Skywalker huffs, leaning against the wall before looking up at me. "Don't you look like trouble." Lindsay whistles and Oliver laughs. This feels like old times.

"Thanks guys," I smile faintly. "Shotgun!" Linds laughs, running out the door and Oliver smirks following her.
Luke looks at me and I stare back, "I'm driving."

Oliver and Lindsay sit in Lindsay's cherry red Mercedes black sls, Oliver in the drivers' seat, revving the engine. My lips twist up and I push Luke in the passenger's seat of my black Chevy Camaro zl1. "Wait, wait, wait Raina!" Luke says, drumming his leg and I glance up at him, pulling on my seatbelt. "What now Luke?" I roll my eyes.

"Bye bitches!" Oliver speeds off, Lindsay next to him whooping. The pair laugh flipping us off as they drive off. Luke growls, "You shouldn't be driving. You're-" My eyes narrow. "Fuck you too."

Before he can get another word out, I race down the street, windows open, the wind cutting off whatever he says next.

Raina fucking Chase is back. And I'll be damned if I don't make my own decisions again.