"YOU F-ING IDIOT YOU COULD'VE DIED!!!" Lyla roared at me, glaring daggers at me as Casey applied some anti-infectant to my bullet wound. I hissed as it was like fire on my arm and she fussed over it. The dark apartment we called HQ was quiet except for the yelling from Lyla. I refused to look at Lyla.
"HUH?! You're just gonna sit there and ignore the BULLET MARK ON YOUR ARM?!" She demands, making big gestures.
"It's not that bad, just a graze. I will need to stitch it up though." Casey informs us. I groaned and Lyla threw her hands up and paced around the room. Casey poured a little more of the burning liquid on my arm before pressing a damp cloth to it.
"TD can you hand me the sewing kit under the bed?" She asks Takedown. His burly build nods and hurries to grab it.
"I knew we should've never tried this week, DAMNIT LYLA!!" Lyla yells at herself as she pounds her fist on the table. She was always like this, so overprotective. I guess being the oldest does that to people. I could NEVER. Worrying all the time? Psst, not my style.
"its just a scratch Ghost, nothing more." I say, trying to calm her down. She spun around and I knew that the comment only made things for me. Casey let out a low whistle and smirked to herself.
"Good luck this time Trip." she whispers to me.
"Just a scratch huh? ok ok hmmm.... Next time its 'just a scratch' I'll let it heal like one. Good luck getting into a nearby hospital with your criminal record, not to mention the fact your face is plastered on every wanted poster in at least 46 countries." She says, her stone cold expression breaking her normal calm. I had worked her up, pushed all the wrong buttons, and was going to pay for it. I sighed dramatically.
"Could be worse, at least its not 47." I joke and Casey sucked in a breath. Lyla's form was rigid, trembling slightly. I was done for. Say your prayers now Trip.
"Your too careless with your life, sooner or later your gonna wind up dead and we'll see who's laughing then, and I can assure you, it won't be you." She seethes. I couldn't hold her icy gaze.
"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time." I tell her, trying to placid her before World War III ensued. She just glares at me silently before going back to the table to sort the hoard we had gathered. I leaned my head back and Takedown finally returned.
"Here's the box, I'm going to work on the Van while y'all are working this out." he says, paling at the sight of the stitch. I shook my head with a smirk as he scurried out to the garage. Lyla sighed and ran her hands through her raven hair. She and I were the only ones to inherit the Ratarc hair, the other two got Mom's very dirty blonde hair. But we all shared the same electric blue eyes. A trademark Ratarc feature.
"Hold still ok? This is gonna pinch but I'll make it quick." Casey promises in her nurse voice. She was only this nice when she had a patient to fix, otherwise she lived up to her nickname.
"Yes Doctor Sass." I tease and she intentionally pokes the needle in a little harder. The antagonizing minute dragged on for several before she snipped the extra string and smiled at her handiwork. The stitches stung but my arm felt better in general.
"Thanks Sass." I thank her and she nods before going off to help Takedown. She was always glued to his side. That left me with the sibling that would love nothing more than to stab me. I treaded carefully and started off my taking the seat opposite to her and counting some cash myself. I eventually lost count and just leaned back in my chair. She didn't though, she took handful after handful, jotting notes down on a pad of yellow paper.
"Nice shot back there by the way." I say breaking the ice.
"Thanks"
The uncomfortable silence was suffocating but she didn't flinch. She never did.
"Look, I'm sorry ok? I'll be more careful next time." I blurt out, waiting for her reaction. She didn't respond or move at all for a moment before leaning back in her chair and staring me straight in the eye. The electric blue twin seas looking at mine.
"I know your sorry Trip. But you could've died. Like actually died. And I'm not taking the chance of that happening. Not when I've already lost enough." She says and gets up to leave. I let her without another word between us. I heard her shut her door and took that as my cue to get ready for delivery. I stuffed everything back with care into the bags, especially the jewel, and headed down to the garage, ready to get this mission over with.
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The Ratarcs: A Dangerous Play
Action(NOT COMPLETE) **(WARNING!!! ELEMENTS OF VIOLENCE AND BLOOD MENTIONED)** Meet the Ratarcs, the world's most dangerous family. The four orphaned kids, Lyla, Trip, Henry, and Casey have become the most feared criminals in the world. But everything is...
