A Love That Kills

T H I R T E E N

The air was cool against Lucky's face as she stood outside a sketchy bar. "You ready for this shit show?" She questioned turning towards Valentina who had insisted on following along.

"You mean are they ready for me" Valentina smiled mischievously. Taking the lead pushing through the door, a bell ringing indicating their presence. Everyone in the room quickly turning their heads towards the two woman who grilled them.

"I'm looking for Ivanov" Lucky spoke loudly.

"Who's asking?" A man with a thick Russian accent asked, unpleased with the unexpected visitors.

"I'm not here to play games, where the fuck is Ivanov!", Lucky pulled a pistol from behind her pointing it at the man who eyed her like meat. The two other men who sat with him drawing their guns pointing them in her direction, Lucky barely flinching at the action as her face held a cold expression.

"Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't do that" Victoria sung as she pulled two guns from the holster that sat behind her, aiming at the two men who aimed at Lucky.

"Now we can either make this extremely hard, or we can make this easy" Lucky spoke resting her finger on the trigger.

The man's once hostile demeanor now changing as he attempted to crack a smile, "ohhhh Ivanov why didn't you just say that" he laughed nervously, wiping the sweat that began to bead on his forehead.

"Stop fucking around or I blow these two heads off" Valentina spoke annoyed, keeping her aim set on the two men.

"He's in the back" the man spoke quickly, pointing to a door behind them. Lucky kept her gun pointed at the man as she mad her way to the door. She didn't trust them, and she would kill them right there— but decided to wait knowing the gun would alert whoever else was in the bar.

Valentina followed, but stopping to stand watch at the door while Lucky continued in to the room. The room wreaked of sex and cigarettes, it made Lucky's face scrunch up disgusted— thinking of the countless number of prostitutes that had probably been through here.

"IVANOV WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" She screamed.

A man dressed in a white suit walked out from behind a curtain that led to another room. He eyed the girl who held her gun up, not being phased by it.

"I've been called" he spoke, his accent thick and deep. He smiled wickedly at the woman who looked at him enraged.

"Sit the fuck down" she spoke, pointing her gun towards a chair that sat behind a desk. The man did as she said. Lucky thought this was a little to easy, she knew there was a possibility of this being a trap— but she was too close and planned to fulfill her duties.

"What is it that you want, you've must've heard about my interest for you and come to have a chat" he joked, clasping his hands together.

"Ivanov cut the bullshit, I hear you want me dead?"

"Me and a few others" he shrugged, sitting back in the chair.

Lucky scoffed, "tell me something I don't know"

"That woman of yours you used to parade around" he smiled as if he knew something Lucky didn't. Lucky's breathing quickened as she tried to hold her composure as she was growing tired of the man's games, and she honestly just wanted to put a bullet through his head. But she needed to know what he had known, so waiting would have to do.

"Make your point quicker"

"Why? You're just gonna kill me anyway"

"I'll kill you if you don't, I really don't care"