𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ cipher; reckless

The news cycled through its usual bullshit. World problems, crime, global warming. Whatever. The daily complaints never really interested me as they rolled on in the background. I look up from my nuke blueprints, eager for a break when I see something interesting.

Three cars surrounded another vehicle, completely destroying it and leaving it burning on a country road. The three cars are sleek and black, and I'm about to look away when I see an electric blue Lamborghini Diago. The colour melts away into the flame, metal like molten lava. I grab my phone, completely disregarding my work - it is deemed irrelevant to me now. I dial a number and wait as it rings.

"Where is she?" I growl, whoever answered the phone isn't who my contact reads. Whoever was in those black cars is answering me now.

"Who is this?" They ask, cautiously. Rightly so.

"I asked you a question answer it."

"She's alive." He redirects, a muffled scream in the background. I can't help but clench my jaw. I ruffle through drawers, searching for the cool metal of my pistols. Or any pistol would do. Paper and semi-important documents litter the floor.

"Where. Is. She." I push, desperately keeping them on the other end of the line. The cool metal finds my palm and I check the magazines - they're full. Smiling I head to the garage, plopping into the driver's seat. I pull out the computer, and search for the location of the phone. It pings through and I start the engine.

"You'll have to be more specific." A woman's voice rasps through the speaker.

"Blonde, pretty. I'm sure you know her." I drag, keeping them on the phone for as long as possible. I speed past lights, causing several crashes, but who gives a shit. I certainly don't. I speed across the city, strangely not encountering any police. Or maybe they just can't keep up.

"Blonde, pretty. Oh! Yes. I did know someone who was blonde and pretty, she carried my child. And someone you know killed her." He spits, so this is a revenge game. A life for a life. He certainly messed with the wrong people. I kill the engine and grapple out of the car. I end the call and snap my SIM card in half, destroying my phone under my foot.

The house is on the seaside, ocean waves crashing rhythmically against the golden sand. The sun beats down on my clothed figure, sweat beading at my brow. As I approach the house, I hear a small commotion inside. At least I know I'm at the right place. Familiar voices sound through the walls and I follow them through the premise.

A set of stairs leads down to a basement. The air is cooler and the voices louder. I hear hers. "She's smart y'know. She'll find me. Or rather you." It chuckles. This stupid, reckless girl. But she's so right. The harsh sound of skin on skin rings in my ears and it takes everything in me to not jump out of my place. Secluded and hidden I venture through the racks of objects, advancing on my enemy.

My eyes latch onto a blonde male. He's tall, looks the most experienced and has some of the brightest eyes I've seen on a person. I make my way behind him. Before I can procrastinate any longer I'm pressing the barrel of my gun to his back. He tenses and goes to speak but my hand covers his mouth.

I kick his knees out from beneath him and point my barrel at his head. At the sound of his knees hitting the floor, his groupies turn to see what all the commotion is about. Their eyes go wide and a few scramble for weapons. "I wouldn't do that." I explain, turning the safety off. They all pause what they're doing, a bald man attempting to close the distance between us.

"Don't tempt me." I say pointedly at him, pressing the barrel firmly to the blonde's head. I don't know who these people are but they need to return what's mine. Now. "Where is she? Tell me and the boy lives." They step back to reveal her tied to a wall. She looks up at me, with a smug smile on her pretty lips. I would look at her longer but considering the situation now is not the time.

"How about an exchange?" The bald guy asks.

"I was thinking the same thing." I smirk. "Bring her over to me and take off the restraints." They comply, reluctantly. I pull the blonde up and push him towards the group as they do the same with the woman I put so little effort into finding. She collapses into my side embrace - mostly there to keep her standing.

"Let us leave."

"That wasn't part of the deal!" The tan woman complains.

"Cipher, my love, head back to the car. Keys are in my back pocket." Her hand snakes around my waist pulling out the keys with a flourish. She places a quick kiss on my lips, winking as she passes. She exits dramatically, somehow not stumbling up the stairs although injured. Once out of earshot I holster my gun.

"I'm sorry about Elaina, Dom. But revenge isn't the path you want to take. It will destroy you and your family. And that my friend is the worst thing you can do to yourself." I say sincerely.

"Says the woman who had a loaded gun at the back of Brian's head." Letty calls.

"Who said it was loaded?" I say, halfway up the stairs, a mischievous smile on my lips. I show them the empty barrel. "Be careful with whatever you decide to do to Cipher. Because next time, my gun will be fully loaded."

"We'll be ready."

"No you won't. My wife will stop at nothing, for no one. Not even me." I say, walking out of the premises. These people are so fucked up. And my wife is endlessly reckless.

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A/N : this could be better but I'm tired. Promise the nest one will be better :)