Don't call me Angel- Completed

Nine

"Hello?" I walked through the door answering my phone. Another new set of nails whilst everyone was away working. I was starting to wonder how bored me and Mia could actually get here. She wandered deeper into the house, 2 body guards following her like always. The guys would all be home any day now and this peace we'd had the past 2 weeks would be gone and I'd be stuck with Arlo following me around again. 

He'd left the day after marking his fucking territory. It had taken me days to get the bruise to disappear. So many hot and cold compresses, layers of makeup to keep it as hidden as possible. 

"Maddy?" Lorenzo was out of breath, panting down the phone.

"Lorenzo? Are you okay sounds like you're panting?" 

"I need another pair of hands." 

"Where." I looked at Mia who's eyes lowered. "Watch her. I need to go." I stared at the guards, walking back out the door and down to the garage. 

"The big gallery up on east side. Things have gotten a little messier than we intended up here and half my guys are down." 

"I'll be 10 minutes. Will you be okay until then?" He laughed. 

"I mean we don't have another choice do we beautiful? Just get here ASAP." He hung up and I pushed my phone into my pocket. YES. I've been needing something like this since I came back. I pulled open a drawer in the room, grabbing the extra gun. I think I might be needing it. Lorenzo didn't half arse things, so if he was getting overwhelmed I knew it was a hell of a fight I was walking into. I'm so glad I wore jeans and all black today. I'm all prepared. Lucky me. 

I swung my leg over the bike, turning it on and pulling off as quickly as I could. It wasn't a long drive if I took the short cuts. I'd probably be quicker than 10 minutes. I was already pumping with adrenaline. 

I loved the lead up to something like this. It was like when you ride a new rollercoaster but the excitement is almost tripled. Especially when you don't know what you're walking into. The anticipation could almost be overwhelming. 

I spend the entire journey making a plan in my head. I'd been to this gallery before. I knew they layout, all the best hiding spots. It was big. 3 stories. I don't know why Lorenzo didn't just ask for my help in the first place. This would have gone a lot smoother and he'd be fine. 

I parked the bike up down the side alley, a little way up the street, pulling my phone from my pocket and texting Lorenzo as I walked to the door quickly. 

I'm here. Where are you?

Top floor, room at the back. Too many to get out. 

On my way.

I smiled, biting my lip ever so slightly. Excitement doesn't even explain it. I pushed my earphones in. I loved to listen to music when I did shit like this. I don't know why. Helped me focus slightly. Like I was in a movie, main character of an action film and this was the soundtrack for me taking down the bad guys. 

Arlo hated when I wore earphones for stuff like this. Didn't understand that I could still hear everything around me, that it actually helped me be more aware of movements in the shadows. 

I pulled the door open, turning my work face on, smiling slyly at the camera before turning down the hallway with a strut. I could see their shadows against the wall at the end, hear their laughing as the door slammed shut behind me and suddenly it was silent and their shadows were moving, holding their guns tighter. 

"Oh come on. You're shadows are right there. This isn't a fun game of hide and seek." I sighed as I got closer, immediately causing them to move out. Wrong move. Should have gotten on your knees. I mean you'd still be dead but at least I'd have made it quicker. 

3 bullets. One for each of them, knocking them straight to the floor, before they could even get their fingers on their triggers. 

"Way too fucking easy." I smiled, watching them bleed out on the floor, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. My eyes lifted up, looking down the hall behind them, blood splatters down the hall confirming the direction I needed to go in. I walked through them, kicking their near lifeless bodies out the way, trailing straight through their blood and leaving footprints from my boots as I went. 

I fucking love this power. Some may call it a god complex. I wouldn't. Once this is all over I'll sit there tonight and think of all the ways I could have done better. How I could have shot straighter, stood taller, caused more damage.  I pressed the elevator, watching the number tick down from 3 to G, where I was waiting for the people undoubtedly in it. 

I stood at the side, knowing bullets would be flying out the second the door opened. But there would be no one there. Who pressed the button? Hm I wonder. 

The bing noise made me smirk. Doors opened, bullets. Huh? No ones there. They poked their heads out and I shot them both. 2 birds one bullet?? Fun. 

Ugh. Right in the way of the doors. Could they have been just a little bit more considerate in where they died? Jesus. I rolled my eyes, grabbing them one at a time and pulling them out the way. Great now I had blood on my hands. This was going to stain too. Right after my manicure. I stepped into the elevator, pressing the top floor and watched the doors close before wiping my hands on my jeans in hopes of stopping the stain going too deep into my skin. 

I didn't need Arlo kicking off about not telling him something was going on. He'd already make a deal out of it when Lorenzo inevitably mentions how I saved his arse. Again. 

Who needs saving now huh Arlo?