Veloce

ORION

She didn't just threaten me. I was fuming right now. I hated it when someone threatened my life when I could take them out in an instant. Anytime any of my clients tried to double cross me I would never think twice before pulling out my gun. After all, they paid me to kill for them and I could kill them too, if they displeased me. Right now, the only thing that was keeping me from ending her was that she might be a threat to me and business. I helped her escape those men or else she would be dead or severely beaten. This is why I never help anybody, well except poor people on the streets, I give them a dollar or more, but this lady is not the least bit thankful to me. In fact, she is threatening me. 

I took her by the hand and pulled her to where my car was. She suddenly yanked of my hand of her and punched me in the face. God, it felt like a bullet hit me in the face. Her fist was pretty damn good. I immediately pounced on her and she defended herself. We were on the ground, practically rolling and punching, kicking and strangling. This lady was pretty strong. Then we heard the clicking of a gun and stopped abruptly.

"Well, well, well, if this isn't the best entertainment I have seen in a while. I thought you two were buddies. Easy, easy, while standing up, we don't want an accident to happen here, now would we? Try anything and my men will open fire." The owner of the club stood gloriously in front of us.

By now I had realized he wasn't alone. He had his army of men in black and they all had guns. I looked at the lady in the black dress. She looked back at me and we kind of past each other a message. We were not okay, but if we were going to leave this place alive we had to fight together. 

 "Put both your hands up and step forward. Try anything stupid and you are dead." The owner told us with a glare on his face. He motioned for one of his men to take the briefcase holding the lady's money. The lady just stared at the men as they took it. We were then dragged into the club. I looked at her and she looked back at me, like we were both giving each other signals. When we were close to the door, I reached for one of the guns the four men were holding and shot one of them on the leg and then slammed the next man on the door. The lady reached the briefcase and hit one of the men square in the jaw and kicked and punched them. I felt bad for the guys getting kicked by her because her stilettos were pretty damn sharp. After all men were down, now it was time to deal with the owner. I walked up to him and stared down at him. He was pretty small. 

"Your puppets are down. Are you going to bring more, because I will take them down too. Ever heard of sniper the hit man?" Now he definitely looked scared. 

"Listen Mr. um um um?" 

"You mean Mr. Scout."

"Um Mr. Scout, I don’t want any trouble from the both of you. Let’s just make this work and I let you go without any confrontation."

"Really, cause five minutes ago you were ready to blow me up. How about I let you go without any confrontation. Seems like you are the only one here who has lots to lose." I looked around and immediately saw the lady trying to sneak away. 

 “You can go now mister." I told the owner. I looked at her and gave her one of my best death glare and charged towards her.