Bullet Shaped Heart

006.

-Liliana-

"Why are both of you on my bed?" Marcus questions.
Amelia and I are lying down on either side of him. This happened on a weekly basis. Sometimes even a couple times. We were exhausted.

Its been a couple hours since the bust.

"I'm drowning in paperwork," I say throwing all the papers across the bed in anger.

I hate doing paperwork. The problem is I can't assign it to anyone else because only the head has to fill it out. Sometimes I let Amelia, or Marcus fill it out.
It's illegal, but I don't really give a shit.

"Maybe you should just let my pain in the ass of a brother win, so you wouldn't have to do this." Marcus chuckles at her words.

"He looks different. Carson's just- There was something off." He  says taking a paper from on the bed.

"He ran away. He chose to go threw everything alone. Its on him, I don't give a crap if he looks different." Amelia says before stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth.
She gave a crap, a lot of them actually, just didn't admit it.

Its time for me to tell them about the phone call I got a couple hours ago, "Jackson's making me and Carson work together." Both of their eyes dart to me.

Then they scream,"What?" in unison. Their loud voices almost burst my ear drums.

"He said we work together at first, and then we fight tooth, and nail for the crown." I looked down and toyed with my fingers.

"Let me guess, You'll do anything for the crown?" Marcus says.

Anything. I would do anything.

Because if I don't then there is no purpose to all this, and I refuse to let his death be for nothing.

I would tear him to shreds for it. Justice be damned.

"I always preferred the sword, but sure." We all burst out laughing at my attempt at comedic relief.

It greatly confuses me how society thinks a princess should just sit down, so her perfectly ironed dress wouldn't crease, while men do all the 'dirty work'. Who decided a woman can't be both a princess, and a Warrior?

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"I'm not working with him," I practically yell at Jackson.

I may have been calm when I talked to Marcus and Amelia, but I hated the idea.

I didn't want to be in his proximity. He pissed me off.
Amelia didn't deserve what he did to her. How can someone have a chance to be with the people they love and leave willingly? I would jump at the chance of a reunion if fate came knocking.

"Lily, Come on-" Before Jackson had a chance to argue with me Carson cut him off, "She's impossible I'm not doing this."

"I'm impossible? Me?" If he really thinks i'm the impossible one he should really buy a mirror. Maybe three, but it didn't look like his ego needed more boosting.

"Alright enough!" Jackson yells. Both of our heads snap towards him.

I've never heard Jackson yell before. He's always very calm, and relaxed. Unless there is a midlife crisis of course.

"You two are the best damn agents I've got. You will get it together, and be professional. You're supposed to be leaders." His face displays anger and disappointment.

Disappointment. A shade I've never seen on his face before. He's right. In all honesty, this wasn't the best display of leadership. But i've been in charge of the organization for a while, people knew better than to question my leadership.