Cursed Love

Twenty-Eight

Song Recommendation: Set Fire To The Rain by Adele

Third Person POV

A man, dressed in an all black suit, looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

"Today's the day I win." the mobster said, turning over a gun in his hands, "Today is the day I kill them all."

His brown eyes glinted in the morning sunlight as he grabbed his gun and grenades before walking out of his bedroom and meeting his gang members.

"Precisely thirty minutes after we walk in, I want the snipers to send out warning shots, hit two minor members." He ordered five of his agents.

An agent, John, spoke up, "Sir, are you certain this is a wise de-"

BANG

A bullet pierced through the gangster's skull, John dropped to the floor as blood oozed out of him.

He was clearly dead.

"Does anyone else have a problem with the plan?" the mobster asked, as if daring anyone else to disagree with him.

No one said anything.

"Tell the plan to the other ten trusted members," he ordered.

No one answered.

BANG BANG BANG

The leader shot John three more times: one between the eyes, one through the throat and one through the heart.

"I have already wasted four bullets, I do not want to waste any more; when I say something, I expect an answer. So, let's try this again. Tell the plan to the other ten trusted members," the leader repeated

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, now get rid of him. He's getting blood on my carpet."

"Yes, sir!"

"This ends today. They will die, I will make sure of it."

"Sir, yes, sir!"

The leader walked out of the room, blood splattered on his face as the sun shone on him.

"It's a beautiful day to kill people."

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Aru stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing black pants, a military-print shirt, a leather jacket, black sunglasses and gold earrings with her long hair open behind her.

Tucked into her waistband was her gun and three of her knives; hidden on her arms and legs was an additional six knives and even a compacted baton that could also be used as a grappling hook.

"Don't you think that's a lot of weaponry?" a voice said from behind her

Within a second, the gun was cocked and loaded. Aru pointed the gun to the voice behind her, ready to pull the trigger at any given moment.

"Wow, raising a gun on your own brother? That's a bit much, Moon." Noah joked, knowing Aru would never hurt him.

Noah knew how to take care of himself - being in Dushman had taught him how to properly use a firearm (to an insanely precise degree) and hand-to-hand combat skills, not mention he started learning Muay Thai and kickboxing at a young age - but even after having all this experience, Noah knew Aru and him would never turn on each other. They were siblings and best friends, they were inseparable.

While both of them were working with Dushman, they were known as Tara and Ravan. Two master agents of Dushman who killed, threatened and tortured anyone who would benefit them or the gang. They were a force to be reckoned with and were the most feared people in Bulgaria.