Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 62 - Defense?

I sat in the dark room, the only light coming from a flickering bulb overhead. The maids were still concerned, whispering among themselves, their faces pale with fear. Sarah sat in the corner, her eyes wide and trembling.

We're all on edge,

How long can we keep this up?

The tension in the room was palpable, a silent reminder of the dangers we faced.

Suddenly, I heard distant footsteps echoing through the hallways. My hand instinctively reached down to the gun at my side. The maids looked terrified, clutching each other for support. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes locked onto the door.

Please don't come in, I prayed silently.

Don't come in.

Though I had never killed a person before, I knew that the weeks of training would kick in if it came to that.

Can I really do this

Take a life?

The silence was eerie, every second dragging on, the air thick with anticipation. The footsteps grew louder, closer. My grip tightened on the gun, my mind racing through every scenario.

Then, a distant gunshot shattered the silence. It was coming closer, each shot a harbinger of the danger approaching.

This is it

No more practice. This is real.

The maids whimpered, and Sarah's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist.

The door burst open, and without a second thought, I pulled my gun and started shooting. Headshot after headshot, my training took over.

Don't think, just act,

The intruders fell one by one, their bodies hitting the floor with sickening thuds. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the coppery scent of blood.

Is this what death smells like?

Sarah was huddled behind a maid, her face buried in the woman's apron. The maid shielded her with trembling hands, her eyes squeezed shut. All I could do was grip my gun and pray I didn't run out of bullets.

Each shot was a desperate attempt to keep them safe, to keep the enemy at bay.

The room became a battleground, the echoes of gunfire bouncing off the walls. I moved with precision, each shot calculated, each enemy a target to eliminate. The intruders kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. My heart raced, the fear of running out of bullets gnawing at my mind.

How many more?

How long can I keep this up?

But I couldn't stop. I couldn't falter. For Sarah, for the maids, for everyone who relied on me, I had to keep going. The enemies fell, one after another, until finally, the last one dropped to the ground.

Silence returned, the room heavy with the aftermath of violence. I lowered my gun, my hands shaking.

What have I done?

The reality of my actions began to sink in. Sarah peeked out from behind the maid, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and relief. The maids slowly stood up, their faces etched with shock.

We had survived. But the cost was high. The bodies of the fallen lay around us, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurked in every shadow.

I knew this wasn't the end. More threats would come, and we would have to be ready. But for now, we had a moment of respite, a brief pause in the chaos that had become our lives.

As I stood there, gun still in hand, I vowed to protect them, to keep them safe no matter the cost.