She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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One in the abdomen. Two clean through the heart. Three through the chest. Four in the stomach. Five and six through the head.
They were stupid to stand ever so slightly behind each other. Giving me the perfect angle to kill two birds with one stone. I admit I got caught in the moment and might have shown a little too much skill. But life or death kinda thing. Luckily Viktor scored all of his shots so there wasn't any immediate danger.
"We have to leave now. There'll be more of them coming." Viktor says as he's ducking back behind the counter. "We can leave through the back but we risk an ambush. I have a safe with bullets in the upstairs office. But it takes longer."
"What about a basement? Or a storage container?"
"Non penso, it's a small room with nothing but ice and alcohol" (no)
"I say just leave. There's only a 25% chance that they're going to ambush us"
"And how'd you know that principessa? And without bullets we're defenceless."
"Don't tell me you're scared Ragazzino" I smirk at him. (Little boy)
"Are you an adrenaline junkie or something?" He says in disbelief.
"Nope. Just good at statistics. And those odds are now at 35% because we've taken too long on this conversation. So let's go" I grab his hand and make to leave.
"No" he yanks me back. Ow.
"Fine. You're the boss" I say sarcastically.
"At least you know" he whispers huskily into my ear. Tingles run down my back. That was- unexpected to say the least.
He's dragging me up some stairs at a run. And as we reach his office he reaches into his pocket and then whispers a cruse under his breath.
"What now?" I groan
"The key must've fell during the shooting." He was stressing.
"Break it down then?" I scoff at my half arsed thought.
But to my surprise he runs at full speed with his shoulder slamming into the door. It breaks and he stumbles in slightly so I laugh as I step past to take a look around. He goes behind his desk quickly as I hear the keys to a pin pad being put in. "Is it your birthday? It's always someone's birthday" I laugh as I run my finger over a dusty shelf.
"Funnily enough it is not principessa" he speaks without looking up.
"Oh really? So what is it?" I say sweetly.
"It's zero thr- wait a minute" he stops as he realises what he's telling me. I burst out laughing. I may not like the guy but this is good.
"You- you actually- fell for it-" I wheeze
"Shut up" he replies gruffly.
He takes out boxes of ammo and chucks me one, along with a hand gun. "Since you're so good with it" he eyes skeptically.
