Bullet Shaped Heart

019.

- Carson -

She is sat across from me, her bangs are covering her face, and her hair is covering her golden  shoulders. I wanted to reach across to her and put it behind her ear, so I could see her better.

She's talking about the plan for tonight, I can't hear a word she's saying. I'm too focused on how her eyes shift over the pages as she explains.

I'll probably die if I don't have a secured plan, but maybe death is better than being consumed by something I can't have. Something I couldn't possibly want.

"Did you leave your brain back in New York? Why aren't you paying attention?" She dropped the map from her hand and tilted her head waiting for an answer. Her hair invaded her face even more, and she huffed to drive a strand away.

My hand having a mind of its own, reached forward snd tucked the hair behind her ear. She stiffened for a second then relaxed. Her eyes held the faintest bit of emotion.

I wanted her to open up to me. I want to know what it is she tries to hide.

"Did you hear anything I said?" She asks obviously annoyed.

"We go in through the roof apparently, bust the top door off, disguised to fit in between, take out the targets from inside and get out. Then we can go have ice cream under the city lights." Even my brain was shocked at my statement.

"All true, but the last part." Her eyes challenged mine.

"What would it take for you to go with me?" The faintest smile dances on her lips.

"Lets see," She paused for a moment, "I wouldn't."

She doesn't know that I don't back down that easily. I'll get what I want. One way or another.

"Why not?" its a rhetorical question really, but I'd rather hear it from her.

"I'm me and you're you. Is that not enough of a reason?" She half smiles.

"Who are you Liliana Blake?" Other than my greatest downfall.

"The greatest mystery you'll ever encounter." She looked dead serious.

"I think I've got you all figured out, don't I?" I ran my hand across my wrist.

"How's that?" Her eyes trailed the movement.

"You're consumed by your work, but you don't hate it. Quite the opposite actually, you would train till you dropped if you could, and I think you need someone to show you that there's more to the world than knives and targets."

She frowned, "I'm not consumed by my work."

I rose an eyebrow in silence. "Okay! Just a little, but what's wrong with that?"

"There's so much more to life you could experience if you got out of the training room with the right person." I realized my mistake the second I spoke.

Her expression wasn't playful anymore, completely neutral. "And you're the right person in this analogy?" The corner of her mouth tipped up.

No strings attached.
Love is a game.
You'll break her.
Love is a weakness.

I shrugged. "Fine! I'll go with you. Only if you can beat me hand to hand." She smiled.

God that fucking smile. I felt it in my stomach and below. Only she would ask for something like this.

She is incredibly skilled and trained, but the facts are I was trained to be the capo of a mafia.

I don't want to hurt her. I would cut myself before laying a finger on a hair on her head.