My Winter

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Winter's pov:

If it hasn't been obvious, I've changed in the past few months. And I feel like my true self has been coming out. But I'm not sure. I've never been able to be my true self. But I feel that being with Nic, he's opened things up in me. Things that I never knew about and I'm not finding that a bad thing. Doesn't your soulmate bring the best out of you?

I've realized I've become more bold and confident in things I do or say. It surprises me at first, but then it makes me feel... powerful almost. Like what I just said about demanding respect. Old me would've been way to shy to say that. And if I did somehow say it, I would've stuttered for sure. But I feel like I belong with Nic. Like I should be standing by his side. He makes me, me.

And what's even stranger, is that I'm excited to go on this mission. Am I a little scared? Yes. Who in their right mind wouldn't be? I mean, I'm about to face death. But I'm ready to get this done and over with. Lucien needs to go.

All my life, I've believed no one deserved death. Not even the worst of people. Not even my father. No, they deserve all the pain life has to offer. Because death is the easy way out. Death is peaceful. Especially for those who are suffering. Death doesn't hurt it's victim, just the people that care about them. But there are several ways of making those monsters suffer.

Like the C-4 vertebrae. If you cut that deep enough, sever the nerve, they will lose control in either their arms, hands And legs. In other words, they would be paralyzed. The rapists/beaters would never be able to harm another soul. All that control they so desired, would be gone. They would be helpless. That's just One way. There are many other ways. I suppose I've always had a dark side to me.

So when I say I want Lucien dead, it's cause I'm sick and tired of him and his games. Sure, I want him to suffer, but I also just want him gone. So that Nic and I could have at least have some peace in our life.

The plan is simple. Bruno is to meet Lucien at his designated place. All of Nicolas' mafia's are to be there, including us. They'll be snipers on roof tops. Men will be at all points of exit. There will even be men miles outside the location, just in case he escapes. We expect Lucien to bring his own men, so we are also preparing for a big fight. A war.

We know Lucien would be prepared for us as well. So to make sure Lucien doesn't get away as easily, Nic told everyone, "I don't care who does it. The moment someone sees him, and has a shot, or a chance to kill him, do it. I don't want you to have a little chit chat with him. Uccidilo!" This was an order no one can disobey. The tone of his voice when he demanded that, sent shivers down my spine. There was no room for discussion. I wouldn't be surprised if he kills one of his men if they disobeyed.

"Winter?" Nic's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I was leaning up against his car, waiting, while everyone else was leaving the warehouse.

"Hmm?" I looked at him and saw that he was carrying a black vest. A bullet proof vest. I've only ever seen these in movies.

"Put this on please." He handed it to me, which I took.

"How?" I looked at the vest on confusion. There were so many straps on it, I didn't know what went where.

He smirked. "Here. Let me." He took it back and put it over my head and over my blue blouse. "Lift your arms." I did so and he adjusted straps under my arms and at my waist. "How do you feel?" He asked when he was finished.

"It feels like a bear hug." I could breathe but not very comfortably.

"Perfect." He smiled and kissed my head. "Did you eat something?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Yes dad. I did." I mocked jokingly.

He glared at me instantly. "So disrespectful." He leaned down to my height and kissed me. He gave me the kiss full of love. But because he was rough, I knew there was lust in it too. "I'll have to take care of that when we return home." He licked his lips and smirked.

I felt my heart speed up with anticipation and chills on my arms. But then something caught my attention. "Wait," I pointed at him. "Where's your vest?"

"Don't need one love." He shrugged.

I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. Which, is usually really easy to do, but the vest made it tight on my upper arms. "You're not Superman, Nicolas Ruggiero. You're not bulletproof." I scolded him.

He frowned. "Did you just use my full name?" I kept silent, not needing to repeat myself. He sighed deeply, leaning his head back and raising his hands in surrender. "Alright. Fine." He finally said and I smiled in my small little victory. I really thought he was gonna put up more of a fight than that.

I got into the passenger side of the car and waited for him. I've been getting more and more anxious. I can't wait for this to be over. Hopefully in one peace. Unfortunately, my overthinking lead me places I was trying to avoid. My leg started shaking as I started to imagine of all the ways this could go wrong. But it couldn't. We thought of everything... right?

I immediately stopped shaking my leg when the drivers door swung opened. I didn't want Nic to change his mind about me going if he saw my anxious state.

"Where's the vest?" I questioned. He still had his black dress shirt on and his rolled up sleeves, like normal, with nothing else on it.

"It's on." He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed the vest. I smiled I'm relief. "Happy?"

"Thrilled."

"You ready?" He started the car and looked at me. Doubts and fear began to rise in me, but no way was I backing out now. And no way was I telling him that.

So I just simply nodded. "Let's go get that bastard."

I know it's a short chapter, but the next will have some action. Which I can't wait to write. You guys still with me?