《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
Something you give to your friends while your life is falling apart.
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Stuck in this house like Rapunzel - No prince charming will come. That is why I must save myself - No man will ever save me. Less than perfect means death - I am not perfect, but I will not die.
Let's get a drink; one of my father's clubs is down the road.
Getting out of bed I threw on a slim-short red dress; slipped on black leggings underneath. Putting on my black stilettos, I threw over a black hoodie; hiding my dress underneath. Grabbing my gun, I put it and 2 magazines in my hoodie's front pocket.
Peeping out the crack of the door, looking out for any maids or butlers. Headed out the door, I walked down the stairs, making sure no one was following me. "Madam?" - I froze.
"Winston? - Where might you be heading?"
"Uhm? - You may go. But please don't do anything I won't do Madam" Disappearing into the estate, leaving me with a smile. Walking out the front door and started to head down the gravel driveway, towards the gate. Throwing my hoodie over my head; the footsteps of rushing men behind filled my senses.
1, 2, and 3 guards were running towards me from the direction of the gate. 1, 2, 3 dead. Hearing three more running behind me. Four from the right, four from the left; all running towards me.
I laughed - Here we go again.
4, 5 I shot to the right as the other two, jumped for cover. I run down the driveway avoiding the other guards seven guards chasing me. I was stopped in my tracks - six guards stood in front of the gate as six red dots targeted my body.
Lifting my hands in the air; turning around to see the nine guards I felt behind caught up - 5 dead; 15 still standing.
"Aideen, where are you going!?" Mr Meyer; my father's security yelled at me; having the biggest smirk on my face.
I laughed. "You guys can't shoot me. You shoot, you die in the end. By my hand or my fathers -" I grinned at them. "- So, if I were you. Let me go, boys"
Some people might say I am a psychopath, but I love to face danger head-on. The adrenaline makes me feel like a God; a God no one can stop.
Keeping my hands in the air, holding my gun in my right hand. I slowly turned around "Aideen you know we can't do that. You need to stay here!!" - These men are getting on my nerves now.
6, 7, 8 dead. Dropping my gun, I ripped two guns from 9, and 10, shooting them. They all shot for my feet, I jumped in the air, wrapping my legs around a guy's neck. Shooting 11, 12, and 13 in the hearts. Dropping the guns, I leaned back, placing my hands on the ground; flipping the man between my legs headfirst into the ground - 14. Six more to go.
Laying on my stomach I looked up to see only three guards only. Reaching for my gun in front of me, attempting to pull the barrel back; it was jammed - FUCK!
Two guards picked me up; holding me by my arms, as a black mask was put over my face and pressed up against my mouth and nose - Chloroform! They want me to sleep!
"Aideen, what will your father say about this?" Six inconsistent footsteps headed towards me - 3 men. Holding my breath, I pretended to squirm before going limp. "She is out, take her inside -" My foot collided with his face, swing to the man holding me on my left - he let go; holding his face.
Punching the guy on the right, I ripped off my mask grabbing his gun. Killing the guards holding their bloody faces - 15, 16, 17.
Punching the first and third guard behind me, shooting the middle one, red splatted everywhere on the faces of the men holding their faces. "Fuck!" I shook my hand, removing dirty blood. "You men are all over me. Fucking disgusting rats" - 18
I kicked the third guy attempting to stand up to the ground, walking towards the first guard, gripping his hair; forcing him to look up at me. "I don't know your name, sweetheart -" He trembled underneath my grip. Leaning down to his ear "- You're a good man. So, send my greetings to God please, sweetheart" - 19
Walking to my last guard, I gripped his hair, punching him in the face again. "You, on the other hand, are a very naughty boy. Don't ever touch me again!-" Standing back I pointed my gun at him. "P-please" He pleaded.
"Say Hi to Satan for me" giving him a smile and a goodbye wink; he became - 20.
Rolling my eyes and stepping over his body, red filling up the driveway, I headed to the club - This is the day I became a heartless cold bitch; I love her.
Taking off my leggings and hoodie, and throwing them into the trash can outside the club. I slipped my leftover magazines and the gun into my thigh belt that I always wear underneath my dresses.
Winking at the bouncer, I walked past the line of people heading inside. LED lights shined in the air, music pounding against my ears, people jumping to the music as I looked up at the glass booth overlooking the club - That's where I saw him.
