Girl With a Gun

Someone Named Olivia

"Stop chewing on your nails," Jack said, pulling my hand away from my face. "It's a nasty habit."

I glared at him. "It can take up to 254 days to break a habit, and you expect simple commands to work instantly? Live with ADHD for a day and then tell me to stop." I yanked my hand away and resumed biting my nails. Jack sighed, giving up.

My cell phone suddenly rang. Any other day I would've probably been mad, but at that moment I needed something to do. I quickly got up from the mahogany dining room table and walked into the other room, pulling my phone out of my pocket. It was Kiann, an Indian guard at HQ. What purpose was he calling me at - I checked the time - 10:26 pm? I answered the phone. "This better be good," I threatened.

"Apologies, boss," Kiann answered in his accent. "There's something you should see."

"Did someone die that wasn't supposed to die?"

"Not quite. Aaron was on the job, killing that one politician, when the man's teenage daughter walked into the room."

"Okay... Well, thanks for telling me, but-," I started.

"Ma'am, I don't think you understand," Kiann interrupted me. "Aaron didn't just kill her - he brought her into HQ. She's here, right now."

I was silent. Aaron did what? I thought.

"I told you that you would want to see this yourself," Kiann warned.

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I stormed into the small, concrete room, slamming the door open. Aaron and Kiann were already there, along with a figure in the metal chair in the middle of the room. The person was obviously female due to her form under the pink sweatshirt and green booty shorts. Her shoes were taken off to reveal teal ankle socks. She was blindfolded, with her mouth covered, and her arms and legs were tied to the chair. She had flinched when I walked through, but now she was still, waiting for something to happen.

I'd deal with her in a minute - first, I had to handle Aaron. I strode over to him and slapped him. He let it happen. "You absolute fucking idiot!" I snarled. "You should've just killed her right then and there" - the girl flinched at the word 'killed' - "that's what we've always said to do. So what gives you the bright idea to bring her here?!"

"I'm sorry, Boss-."

"You'd better be. We'll speak of your punishment later. Go to my office for now, though." I turned to the girl, who was shaking now. "I have to deal with her. Kiann, keep an eye on him."

"Yes, Ma'am," both boys said, and they left the room.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before untying te cloth around the woman's mouth. She panted. "Please, don't hurt me Please, please, please..." she begged.

"I won't hurt you unless I have to." I put on my most soothing voice, which, admitedly, wasn't very soothing. Not to my own ears, anyway. "I just want to chat for a bit. What's your name?"

"O-Olivia."

"How old are you?"

"20."

She's my age? I thought. She seemed younger. Might've been the girly outfit that gave me that idea. I was silent for a moment, thinking. Finally, I asked, "What did you think of your old man? Ya know, the guy we killed."

"My father?" she confirmed. I nodded, then felt awkward after realizing she still couldn't see me.

"Yes."

She was quiet. I started to get worried she would start crying. I didn't want to deal with that.

"I hated him. With all my being, I wanted him dead. If you're friend hadn't done it I would've myself."

I blinked. What? I thought. She can't be serious, can she? I get he was a politician, but Jesus fucking Christ!

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, trying to keep the shock from my voice. "May I ask, why is that?"

"He was a lying, manipulative, abusive disgrace of a person," Olivia replied, no hesitation whatsoever. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn, girl, that's cold. I like it."

Then, hesitating for a moment, I removed her blindfold. Her eyes opened to reveal blue eyes, like pools of water someone could get lost and drown in. I had to admit, they were quite... pretty, even full of obvious fear.

She looked at my face for a moment, then tilted her head in confusion. "You look so young, yet those boys called you 'Boss'. I guess you kill?"

I nodded, then leaned in. Our noses were almost touching. Olivia gasped. "Yeah," I said, "and if you want to live, you won't tell a single soul. Or else. Got it?" She nodded quickly. I backed off, and I heard her exhale. She was holding her breath.

"Now, I won't hurt you - so long as you follow the rules - but I can't let you leave either. You can stay at my place until I know what to do with you. I'll untie you and let you stretch. I have to deal with the guy that brought you here before anything after." I pulled out my pocket knife and popped the blade out.