The enemy

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River's pov:

I was taking a breather when all of a sudden, all that could be heard was yelling and loud gunshots ringing all around the mansion.

I hadn't even realised that all the guests had left, I was that caught up in my own fucked up state of mind.

Anyone could walk in at any point so I need to get my shit together.

My guess is that it's the Russian pricks that are currently attacking right now.

Who else would it be?

I constantly have to remind myself that I'm here and that I'm doing this for my father.

He wouldn't want me to give up without putting up a strong fight.

Although I'm never going to get over my fathers death, a part of me will still feel as though I've got him justice once I take these Russians down.

I'm wearing a short red dress that hugs my figure tightly but luckily for me, I can still move around fast.

Pulling open the drawers in the room, I shuffled around some objects until I eventually found what I was looking for. My gun.

I had to keep it out of view of the kids incase they entered the room without permission so therefore my best bet was to put it hidden away in the drawers.

I heard movement and footsteps outside my room so I loaded the gun and aimed it facing the door.

After a few waiting seconds, the door was booted down off its hinges by a weird looking man.

His frame almost took over the whole entrance of the room as he stood there, tall and angry.

He had a scar running down the left side of his face and from what I could tell, he also had a large burn scar on his hand, in which a metal bat was placed.

That's new.

His facial expressions almost gave me the image of smoke leaving his nose and ears. His face was bright red, as though you'd think he was constipated and he was blowing out very loud breaths.

Was he trying to come across as scary because if so, the only thing scary about him was his height compared to mine.

Me, on the other hand, was stood across the room to him, a gun placed in my hand but I doubt it'd do any good. This man, giant, rather, looks like a bullet would tickle him rather than affect him.

Although I'm not afraid, this giant could quite literally pick me up and throw me out of the window like it's nothing.

Even though there's really no point in the gun, I can still try, right? Wrong. The moment the bullet hit his bicep, he took a step backwards, didn't flinch, nor did he show any sign of pain.

Great! It is just my luck that I get the big, angry, giant.

All around the mansion, yelling and shouting was still heard. I wonder if anyone is hurt.

Just then, it came to me, Honor and Sasha are somewhere in this shit-show and I don't know if they're okay.

I need to get to them but before I can do that, I need to get this giant fucker out of the way.