Calloused

14

=FLASHBACK=

"You take the left with Niall, Sky and I will go right." H barked at Louis as we made our way through the abandoned warehouse. We had finally found Vincent and his gang.

"I DON'T CARE! GET ME THE FUCKING GIRL!" Vincent shouted at his men in desperation. He wanted me dead over a stupid family feud that had started with his grandfather's, grandfather. He wanted to record my death and send it to my father as a message to end our bloodline.

I was an only child after all, so that made my family's title even more vulnerable. Most Mafia families had 2-3 children as a fail-safe in case one was murdered or killed.

It was a way to secure the families future.

"OH MS. RIVERA! COME OUT, COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE!" Vincent continued to call out to me. A few gun shots went off as a warning.

"Hold your position." H warned me as he sensed my uneasiness. I wanted Vincent to leave us alone, for good. My father sent us to send him a message. If he continued down this road, he too would be dead. We had already killed more than half of his gang.

"They're almost ready." H whispered as he placed his hand on my lower back. I looked over my shoulder, sadness engulfing me.

"You deserve so much better." I sighed, resting  my hand on my gun.

"I disagree, my life would be boring." H shook his head. "Besides, I live for the thrill of it." He added, a smirk on his face.

Just as I was about to respond his eyes narrow. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as he pulled me towards him. He yanked me behind him as one of Vincent's men attacked us. The man came at him with a knife as H tried to dodge him.

"You're all dead!" The man hissed. He managed to slice H's arm open, causing blood droplets to land the floor. H grunted at the pain but kept his focus.

The man came at him again, aiming for his throat. H held his ground and deflected the hit. But he got cut again. I knew if I used my gun on the man it would give our position away.

H continued to rustle with the man until they laid still. H rolled over, groaning in pain.

The man was dead as a pool of blood started to form around his side. H laid next to the body, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay??" I whispered as my hands checked over his body for wounds. He had several deep gashs on his arms. The worst one was when I discovered the end of the man's knife sticking out in H's stomach, close to his ribs.

H coughed as blood came from his mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I started to panic.

"Shh, I'm fine. Lou and Niall are ready.. you just gotta give them the signal." H whispered. He laid his head down on the dirty, cement floor. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think.

"Go, finish this." H groaned as he tried to get up.

"I'll be back, call for back up." I growled at him as I pulled my gun out. I continued to move through the shadows, my mind clouded with worry and anxiety. I wasn't sure how bad of shape H was in so we needed to do this fast.

"Niall, Lou." I whispered into my headset.
"Go for green." I sneard, cocking my gun. A series of gun shots went off as I rounded the corner. I hid behind a shipment container as we participated in a full blown shoot out. Niall and Louis were across from me. We continued to exchange bullets with Vincent's gang until they were all dead.