Sharks in the Water (Leo x OC)

Chapter 21

       "I can't leave them."

"June, he's planning on killing you once he's done with them," he hurriedly answered, cutting my legs free at the same time.

"Which is why we need to go back for them!"
"No, it's why you need to leave. If you force his hand he'll kill you; and he will not hesitate. If you go out there, you're guaranteed to die." As soon as my legs were untied I stood up, turning to fully face him.

"I can't leave them." My fists were clenched as I repeated what I said before. He let out a sigh and I knew by the sound that he could tell how serious I was.

"He's going to leave a warehouse door open because it can be remote controlled by a panel on the other side of the warehouse. When Splinter comes in he's going to shut the door and lock every single entrance and exit at once. If you want to get to him you have to go outside and go through the door on the other side, quickly. Before he's able to lock them. But be careful, Johnny's across the street watching the building to see when Splinter gets here. So be sure to go around the back."

"Thank you," I breathed, turning around before stopping a sudden thought coming to mind.

"Why were you helping him Mike?" I glanced back watching his tired expression turn into a sad one.

"My little girl's sick. I really needed the money. I never wanted to hurt anybody," he sounded defeated, but there wasn't an ounce of shame. I knew that he could never regret anything that helped his kids. That was just the type of person he was.

"I know," I nodded my head and then ran through the exit and out into the night. Keeping close to the side of the building I snuck around back and then rounded the corner, ending up on the opposite side of the building.

Just like Mike had said there was a door open closer to the street. By me, there was another shut door and I grabbed the handle, swiftly opening it and then stepping inside. The hallway in front of me was dark but after a few moments, my eyes began to adjust, shadows taking shapes to form a door at the end of the hall.

I took a deep breath and began to walk forward. Using all the training Splinter and the guys had given me, I tried to be as quiet and light on my feet as possible. My dad was usually one step ahead of everyone, so to take him by surprise, I needed to be stealthy.

I was basically going in blind and I knew he had a gun. I needed to sneak up on him and take it away without being spotted. If I failed, my friends died. No, not just my friends.

I thought about the kiss Leo and I shared on the basketball court, the date on the rooftop, and I reached forward, grabbing the doorknob. He had trusted me from day one, even if I didn't deserve it. It was time for him to trust me.

I pushed the door open as slowly as I could manage, peering in once there was enough room. My dad stood, facing away from the door and towards a panel full of buttons and screens that showed the main area of the warehouse. Where the turtles were.

A loud static sound almost made me jump, but I managed to keep my composure and watched as he lifted the walkie to his mouth.

"What's going on Johnny?"

"The target is approaching and is heading right where we want him," Johnny's familiar voice poured from the device, making me wince. Out of all of this, his had been the biggest betrayal. I always knew my father was different. But Johnny had been the only rock for me. The only person growing up who I had felt truly understood me.

To know he was just as much a part of this as my dad hurt me more than I'd like to admit.

I noticed on the screens that one of the cameras was pointed towards the open door and I watched as Splinter's figure appeared inside it. As soon as he saw the unconscious group he ran inside and as my dad slammed down on the button to shut the door, I knew it was time.

As he was preoccupied I quickly and quietly opened the door more, slipping inside and running up behind my dad. My feet were light from the training Splinter had given me, so my dad didn't even notice I was there until I was right on top of him.

From years of practice I quickly slipped the gun out of his holster and turned the safety off, cocking the gun with a loud click. He stiffened, slowly glancing at me from over his shoulder.

"Step away from the panel." My voice was low and calm, taking even myself by surprise.

"Or what? You're gonna shoot me?" He smirked, cool and confident. He always thought he was right.

"Step away from the panel."

"Here's the thing, June. I don't think you will," he turned around, facing me fully now. He looked up at me through his eyebrows and pressed his hands against the ledge of the panel, leaning against it.

"I'm going to say this one more time. Step away from the panel," my voice grew colder each time I said it, any ties I had to this man had disappeared the moment he threatened my friends.

"Hmm, how about this. Since you're not actually going to do anything, why don't you sit back and watch while I-"

BANG. His mouth was agape as his head slowly tilted down to look at the wound in his chest gushing blood. He slowly looked back up, eyes wide in shock.

"You-"

BANG. BANG. Two more bullet holes now resided in his chest. He didn't say another word, just slowly collapsed to the ground, eyes wide and unblinking as his blood poured out onto the floor. For once, he was the one left speechless. And I felt absolutely nothing.

The door slammed open causing me to look back to see Splinter. He looked down at the body and then back to me, the silence deafeningly loud as we stared at each other.

...

*Three weeks later*

June's POV

There was a chill to the air, reminding me that summer was long over by now. I rubbed my hands together before blowing on them as I arrived at my destination.

The bell rang above me as I pushed open the door, triggering a handful of greetings from the employees behind the counter. People laughed and talked around me, sipping on their coffee and catching up with old buddies.

"June, over here!" I looked towards the direction of the voice, seeing Mike standing up from his seat and waving me over. I smiled at the familiar face and walked towards him.

"Hey, how've you been?" I asked, pulling out the chair opposite him and taking a seat.

"Good, things have been really good. Thanks to you of course," he looked so much happier and healthier then I had last seen him.

"I'm glad," I replied.

"How about you? I know things have been pretty stressful for you lately."

"I'm in the final stages of handing everything over, so soon it'll be out of my hair."

"Still, having to figure out what to do with that company must've been really hard," he replied. I glanced out the window next to us, watching as people walked by, the sun shining down on them.

"It hasn't been too bad. After figuring out who was all a part of the criminal part of the business and reporting them, the actual business side of things ended up being pretty small. Still, selling it gave me some good savings money," I shrugged. Mike paused for a moment, messing with his drink.

"Thank you again, for giving some of that money to me. My little girl is doing a lot better now that she's able to get top of the line treatment."

"Of course, it was only fair, after all I wouldn't have even gotten the money from selling the company if it hadn't been for you." He smiled back and shook his head, glancing down at the table.

"So what are you gonna do now?"

I propped my chin up on my hand, smiling warmly.

"I'm gonna live my life the way I want to."