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I stopped to look at the landscape for a few seconds before going back inside, at that moment I had only one goal, mentally prepare myself for this night.
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I opened my eyes, I didn't even remember closing them, I looked at his face, not knowing where to start.
«No, I don't get it, and do you know why?» I said bringing his gaze back to me.
«No, dazzle me» He replied curtly as he approached me to then take the pack of cigarettes I had in one of the pockets and go to sit down on a nearby table, where there was a corpse next to it.
«Why did you kill your own men, why did you do that?»
«Because they were going to kill you»
«You put a knife to my neck» I said clenching my fists, it's already a miracle if he's still alive.
«Ah, true» He chuckled bringing a cigarette to his lips and then lighting it.
«What the fuck is wrong with you.» My tone had changed, I showed more confidence in what I said.
«I would ask you the same question» At his words I was perplexed, what did he mean?
Was it for the kiss?
«What..» I didn't finish the sentence voluntarily, I tried to reason on his words.
«You kissed me» He smiled letting out the smoke in his mouth.
«You did-»
«I don't count»
«Yes instead, son of-»
«Calm down kiddo»
«Kiddo? Do you think you are my father?»
«I can define myself better than him» He looked into my eyes bringing the cigarette back to his lips.
«Graves you don't-»
«Murderer.» He said bringing his eyes to the cigarette, he began to make it around as he released the smoke.
That word, it gave me the creeps, I know what he meant, I could have insulted him or anything, but I should have finished it and quickly.
I put my hand on the pocket where the gun used to be, but when I noticed it wasn't there I remembered that he had taken it, I let myself in a sigh and rested my arm along my side approaching him.
His gaze returned to me and then to the cigarette in his fingers.
«Why did you do that?» I asked demanding answers from him.
«Did what? I did many things»
I closed my eyes trying not to lose my temper, outside this building there was a sniper aiming at us, or better to say..at him, I just wonder why he hasn't opened fire yet.
«You define me as a murderer when you have massacred people»
«That's how life works»
«That's how your brain thinks»
«Kiddo-»
«I'm the same age as you Graves» I said almost screaming, I was tired of his ways, he thinks he has power, but he doesn't.
«Yeah, but you scream more than me»
«Do you want to hear me scream in bed too?» I asked and then looked at the floor realizing too late the words I had said.
I heard him approach me «Why not?» he whispered making me feel shivers down my spine, I looked at him in the face, he had an amused smile as he brought the cigarette back to his mouth.
«Why are you smoking this shit?» He asked, changing the subject, as if I hadn't said anything, and perhaps it was better.
«Make your own business»
At my sentence he looked at me and then looked down, I looked up leaving me in a sigh already understanding what he wanted to say.
«I should kill you» I whispered bringing my gaze back to him, but he seemed distracted by something else even though he was listening to me.
«Then do it» He said in a serious tone, why this sudden change? His gaze wasn't even on me anymore.
Did he understand something?
«Or are you waiting for the man out there to do it for you?»
I paralyzed at his words, despite the fact that the building opposite was far away, he had noticed it.
«No.» I replied coldly as I watched him put out his cigarette which he then tossed onto the ground in a pool of blood.
«Then do it» He spoke putting the gun in my hands that he had taken from me before, then he raised my hand that was holding it pointing it to his head with a psychopathic smile on his face «Come on, pull that trigger» He continued waiting for any reaction, he knew that I would never click it.
«I don't want your death on my conscience»
«But you accepted your father's death with open arms»
«I had to shoot him and you know it well.»
«You should shoot me too but you're not..or am I wrong?» An amused expression appeared on his face, but nevertheless I kept a cool head.
«Graves stop.»
«The truth hurts?» He asked, passing his hand over the gun, and then descending meeting my hand «Pull that trigger, everyone will be happy afterwards»
I forcefully pulled away from his grip, placing the gun in its usual place and letting out a heavy sigh.
«I knew you wouldn't have the courage..» He said in a sad voice, he was playing with my ass, not quite literally.
Did I want his hands on my body?
I closed my eyes trying to get out of my thoughts, trying to stay lucid enough to think.
«…You're just a coward, after all» He continued, his tone turning sour, I could see his fucking grin even though my eyes were closed.
I opened my eyes as I took a few steps back, but stopped feeling I had come upon a damned corpse.
They had trusted a fucking manipulator, my breathing started to become irregular, I sought the gaze of that bastard who was still sitting on the table with a god smile on his face.
He got off the table and took steps in my direction as his smile slowly faded.
«Have you always been afraid of everything but above all..afraid of losing the ones you love, haven't you? That's why you don't want to shoot me, right?»
«You speak as if nothing had happened before now Graves»
«Oh why isn't it? Do you still feel that special? After abandoning me for over a year?!» He snapped losing his temper, he was serious, he no longer had a joking tone like before.
Price knew it, fucking knew it, but he still sent me to die.
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Fanfiction!!-this story is published at the request of my friends, you don't have to read it, but if you do i hope you enjoy it-!! •-(this is a cod ff, you will found the prologue at the end)-• [𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜]/[𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝] -> it means with who of the two glade...
