A billionaire's daughter - The Outlaws Series

19

Frustrated and angry at herself, Elena was turning every single page in the Romanian book. She did not pay attention to anything that was written down on it, rather focusing on marked words or underlined phrases. After doing that twice and still not finding anything back, she huffed and placed the book back.

She didn't want anyone to find out about the book, let alone the family secret. Running up the stairs, Elena opened her bedroom door and looked around. The place looked clean and neat, but she remembered pushing the clothes underneath the bed right before the two agents came to get her.

Elena laid flat on the bed as she pulled out several hoodies and lonely pairs of socks. After finding a pair of sweatpants, she changed and threw the black coat and now pink shirt between the pile of laundry. Before leaving again, she smelled her shirt, it didn't smell disgusting.

Quickly pulling the hidden gun from behind the painting, Elena took off the safety. Securing the 200 dollars in her bra for safety, she shoved a small kitchen knife beside it.

She then walked back upstairs, took one last look at her parents' bedroom before closing the door, ignoring the shadow standing in dim light of the moon shining through the window. 

Her own bedroom was the last place she stopped, tears streaming down her face as she looked back at all the memories she made, good and bad.

It felt like starting all over again. From zero, but now without family to help her, without friends to guide her. But she had to do it. For her own sake.

Elena pulled the door close and turned around, so avoiding the knife being lodged in the wooden door. She felt her heart beat against her rib cage, her eyes going wide.

It wasn't a blonde woman who had thrown the knife, now it was a man. His face was also hidden behind a mask, googles were pulled over his eyes and numerous guns and knives were hidden all over his body. Elena held her breath and waited a second, would he do something else?

The man raised his fist, something silver shining through the night as it was mere inches away from hitting her in the face. Elena's muscle memories took over right then and there and she stepped aside, taking his arm -which she just realized was metal- in her hands and jumping over it with the momentum she giant.

Her legs stomped him in the face and she was lunged forward, into the door. Her back hurt like never before and she groaned, unintentionally getting the attention of both the two agents outside the front door and the few scattered on the roof of the house.

For the two outside, they couldn't do much, the whole house was locked, every window being bulletproof. They'd tested it. It left them scared and stressed, cellphones in their hand.

However, the agents on top of the house just slid into the chimney and ended up in the living room. They hurried upstairs, ready to get their target, when they found it engaged in a life or death fight against a masked man. They froze and stood still, calculating their next move, when Elena is thrown against the window in her very own room.

She groans again, barely able to stand up again, but still doing so. She could see the other people standing in the hallway, but could care less.

The man aimed a gun at her, shooting to kill, when he's pushed aside by one of the agents. Elena breathed in relief, only to discover where she was.

She was in her very own room again, the man and other agents blocking her only escape route. She had no way out.

Was this what her father meant? Was this the fire? The danger?

Not taking the risk by turning around and trying to pry the window open, Elena prepared herself for the fatal battle. She took the knife in her hand, ready for the attack, when her eyes caught the sight of a hole in the wall. The one she made two weeks ago.

She could see a little metal device put in it, not bigger than her thump, but she knew what it was.

It was the first thing her dad had showed her when she was just six, a month after her moms death. That little device was able to blow up, creating a huge explosion without leaving traces. He had given her a little pearl with a tiny hole in it, she had used it to put a thread through and made a necklace from it. She was still wearing it.

Without any second thought, Elena pulled the pearl from her necklace and opened the magazine and putting it in. She quickly avoided the few bullets and aimed at the device.

She shot.

And it exploded.