A Killer's Instinct

IV. Lenient

No one's POV.

3:23 in the morning.

Justin remained up desk-bound in his bureau, with a Desert Eagle positioned in hand, his finger coiling around the trigger, of course the safety was on. He stayed up for hours envisioning on how he was going to do this. This was his first choice, and he was now assured to just go along with it. He wanted to let her know that he was solemn, and he was not playing around.

Staysha was fast asleep, serenely beneath the nice restful bedding, she felt as if she was sleeping on a cloud. There was noise she had marginally stirred to but only had scuffled a little, disregarding it. When she had moved from her side to laying on her back she had detected company. She was now only half conscious, when she felt the bed move. She didn't dare open her eyes, not until she felt a cool feeling of the steel barrel surged against her temple and her eyes shot open suddenly wanting to scream but, her mouth was secured off with a bulky hand. She looked up and realized Justin's eyes, tears started flowing out of her own and her heart rate had enhanced. She gave him a jumbled yet petrified look as to why he was doing what he was doing.

"I'm here to give you a warning," He started, his voice hoarse. "I don't want you opening your mouth to anyone you are linked with about what you assume I do with my life, do you understand me? Or I will not fucking falter to put a bullet through your fucking head." He spat, his hand had moved from her mouth to her neck in a tight grip.

She looked at him but didn't say anything, she was too traumatized yet too frightened to even come up with words to say, "Answer me! I will take nothing as a no and I will blow your fucking head off."

"No, please no. I won't say anything. I won't say anything," She vowed. "Please don't kill me." She bawled and quavered her head. He looked her dead in the eyes seeing if there were any signs of vagueness but there was none. When he looked in her eyes he saw fright, but he knew a girl like her wouldn't rat out. He still wanted to get his point across. She was struggling for air, since she was weeping so much and her nose became congested, and the fact that Justin's hand was cutting the airway for her to breathe.

He slowly moved from straddling her, moving his hand away from her neck. She coughed out a breath as tears began to pool around her face. Justin aversely walked out not caring much at the fact that she was obscuring herself in tears. She had been frightened and she comprehended that this was not the place where she wanted to be.

For the rest of the night she didn't get any sleep, she was too afraid, too stunned to even think about slumber, she started overt-thinking. She was never going to tell anyone about his illegitimate life. She was the type of person to keep to herself, not leak anything about her life or anyone else's because it shouldn't be anyone else's concern.

When the sunlight finally fragmented through the small openings of the shades she had grasped the fact that she was going to be spending the day with Justin getting her stuff. She didn't think she could handle looking at him without feeling like he was going to kill her. At that instant the door had opened, she was positioned laying on her side with her back facing the door, and it had startled her that someone would surge in fatefully after Justin's rough happenstance, but she knew it was he himself who had went into her room. She could hear his heavy breathing as it remained soundless for a moment.

"Get up, and let's go. We need to make this quick." Justin told her. She didn't hesitate to pull the covers off of her, before sitting up. She felt herself became very unsteady and not in a good way. She was still upset up and nervous, she felt very daunted by Justin. She had placed her shoes on before following Justin into the elevator, out the door and into the van. She sat in the passenger's seat as he was in the driver's seat. The gang was all placed in the back being that they were sitting on timber boxes that had braced them.