Her Secrets

55

The second a man stepped forward to grab me, a gunshot went off.

"Ouch," I whispered, staring at the body lying on the ground with a bullet through his forehead. "That was unexpected," letting out a chuckle, I added, "he woke up, not knowing he would die today."

"You're not alone." The guy whose name I think was Brent or something like that remarked, narrowing his eyes at Sean as he exclaimed, "you've got snipers! Fuck!"

"Fuck, indeed." Sean muttered nonchalantly, "now, let's not panic. They won't do anything unless you attempt to do something to me or—" he pointed in my direction, "—her."

"Bitch," Brent hissed, glaring at me as I raised my hands to my sides in a surrendering motion, "don't look at me like that. I did nothing."

"Everything is a joke to you." He spoke up, clenching his fist to his side while he tightened his grip on his gun in his other hand, "you killed my fiancee, you killed my best friend," he began listing, anger clear in his voice, "and you killed my uncle."

"I'm gonna need you to be a little more precise," I said, "do your best friend and uncle have names?"

"Quentin Whitlock and Jackson Walton." He replied and realization hit me, "oh," my lips parted for a second before I pursed them in a thin line.

"Yeah," Brent shot me a sarcastic look, "you killed everyone I care about!"

"Cared," Sean corrected earning a glare from Brent and a snort from me— I couldn't help it. He only smirked in response while I raised my hands to my side, defending myself, "hey, it's not my fault that you happen to be related to all my victims."

"Fuck you," he pointed his gun at me, "Fuck boss's orders. I'm gonna kill you right now."

"That would be very unwise of you." Sean said, looking as calm and might I add, bored, as ever— as if we were not in a life and death situation. How the hell did he manage to look so calm and composed when he was literally standing in front of heavily armed men?

"Or better yet," Brent moved his gun from my face to Sean's, "I will just kill him. That would be like a bonus. I'll be the one to end the life of the American Mafia leader."

"How can you be that stupid?" Sean questioned with genuine curiosity on his face, "you know that there are snipers everywhere—"

"—I don't really care," Brandon cut him off, "I lost everyone I love so what is the point of living anymore?"

I rolled my eyes while Sean scoffed at that, "I understand that your life is miserable and all that but really dude? Do you really wanna die like that?"

"Why haven't your men shoot yet?" Brad asked, tilting his head to the side, "I am literally pointing a gun in your face."

"Because I kinda need you ali—" Sean was cut off by the sound of a gun going off. We watched as Bryant's—Brent— Brandon— that thing's body fell limp on the ground with a bullet right in his chest where his heart was situated.

"There's way too many chit-chatting with you people," a very familiar voice spoke up making both Sean and I freeze on the spot.

Fuck.

In a state of panic, the other men pointed their own guns at us before we could turn to face that person. Sean's men were quick to react, the snipers in the building began shooting them all dead one by one without missing.

Sean let out a loud groan at the scene while I turned to face the person who shot Brendan.

"Alessio," I pursed my lips in a tight thin line, "what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He shot back, glancing at Sean who walked over to the fallen bodies, bent down to do I don't know what, "and that too, with him?"

"You say it like being here with me is a bad thing," Sean spoke up from behind, "fuck you too, best friend."

"You know what I mean," Alessio said, "is there something that I should know? What is this?" He pointed to the dead bodies, "are you guys into trouble?"

"I never thought I'd ever say this but..." Sean approached us and placed a hand on Alessio's shoulder, "mind your own business."

Alessio rolled his eyes and swatted his hand away, "I'm serious! Tell me what's going on right now. Who are these people?"

"Just another few guys who thought they could kill me," Sean replied with a shrug, "it's nothing to worry about. Now, tell me what the hell are you doing here?"

"What the hell are you doing here with her?" Alessio asked back, pointing a finger at me.

"We are friends," Sean answered, "and we are hanging out. You and I do that all the time so what's the big deal?"

"We don't hang out in another country. And this is France, Paris— no less. Isn't that supposed to be the City of love, hmm? Care to explain that?"

"Yeah well Athena here—" Sean threw an arm around my shoulders while Alessio narrowed his eyes at the action, "—wanted to play tourist. Now that this has been taken care of, how about you answer my question? Have you been stalking? Because that's creepy, even for you."

"I haven't been stalking," Alessio defended, "when Athena didn't answer my calls or reply to my texts, I grew worried and tracked her."

"I don't have any—" Alessio cut me off, "—in your bracelet."

"You put a tracker in my bracelet?" I asked, bringing my wrist to my face as I analyzed the bracelet which he gave me on my sixteenth birthday.

"It is for situations like this." He flashed me a smirk then turned to Sean, eyes going behind us before flickering back to his face, "so... an amusement park, huh?"

"Fuck off."
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A/N :

I apologize for the late update. I've been really busy with school and all that.

Anyway, I feel like this story isn't going anywhere. I don't know where to drag the plot so I might discontinue this story.

Kidding, of course.

Anyway, the updates might be a little slow— Like I said. Hope you enjoyed the chapter although it was short.

Just noticed that I reached 14K followers so thank you so much for that! This is incredible, really— AND on top of that this story so close to reach 100K reads! I'm extremely grateful. Thank you so freaking much <333