The Hidden Hero

The Mob and The Law

Hi! This a story I had thought of one day because I love superheroes! In fact, I love them so much that I decide to create my own. So I really hope you enjoy reading it because I enjoyed writing it! ~HeroLuver98

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The banging on my door grew louder and louder as I prepared for the worst. I didn't pay up yesterday like I was supposed to and now they're going to beat down the door. With a cigarette hanging from my lips, I loaded my gun.

"We know your in there Caliii." They yelled, dragging out my nickname.

"Look, I'll get the money soon I promise, I just need a few more days!" I yelled back, no use in hiding, they knew damn well that I was in here.

"We don't have a few days! Where is the money?" They nagged through the door.

Nick, my boyfriend, hadn't arrived with it yet. I guess there was a complication with the job, he would almost never answer the phone for me anyways. I walked up to the door and took a drag on the cigarette, I pulled the gun out and cocked it just in case.

"Nick didn't bring it, he hasn't come yet. Find him, find the money." I said through the thin, white apartment door.

If you ever see Nick and I together, it isn't hard to guess what our relationship was like. He was a controlling monster and I'm the helpless girl who just can't shake him no matter how hard I try. He got into this business against my will, he taught me how to shoot. I wanted nothing more but to get out. Since he was involved with the mob, sure he had money, he could afford this nice apartment , he afford to buy me all kinds of nice stuff, but that didn't change the fact that he did drugs, killed people, and hit me whenever I said something he didn't like.

I've never killed anyone before but I could put up a good show. They keep at banging on the door. I kicked it and yelled, "Just because you keep banging on the damn door, doesn't mean I'll have you're money! I told you! F-I-N-D N-I-C-K!!" I yelled in frustration, dragging every syllable out.

"HEY!" I heard a familiar dark voice yell. Nick.

"What are you two shits doing over here? You giving my girl shit? Look at me when I'm talking to you!!" Nick said angrily. That voice easily vibrated through our white walls.

I started to back up and sit down on the couch. I took the gun and put the safety on then took a long drag on the cigarette. The door was still shut but I could still hear everything they were saying.

"Aye,where's the damn money Nick? David's been all over our asses! You were supposed to have it ready yesterday, yesterday Nick!" One of the goons said.

I rubbed my temples as I blew out smoke. I jumped when the phone began to ring. I got up and went to answer it as I set the gun down the glass coffee table.