The Lies You Told Me

Chapter 35

Katana's POV

We turned the corner, and went into my office. I leant over my desk, and typed in my passcode. I flicked through the rooms on the security camera, searching for Dante. The kitchen, the lounge, his bedroom... I carried on, until I saw the dining room.

Dante was sat at the head of the table, the rest of my family sat around - cousins, uncles, aunts... Everyone. Dante had his arms folded in front of him, his signature evil smile plastered over his face. It made me shiver seeing him like that.

"Okay. Let's go."

I grabbed a spare gun, and shoved it in my holster in my hip.

"Have you still got yours? I asked Kai.

"Um. No. Dante took it."

"You've lost it already? Welcome to the club." I passed him another gun, before walking out of the room, Kai following behind me.

We half walked, half ran down the corridor towards the dining room, my hand on Kai's wrist, pulling him along.

As we neared to double doors into the dining room, we slowed down. I took a deep breath, before putting my hand of the door. Kai moved to follow me, but u stopped him.

"Kai... Let me do this on my own." Kai nodded, and took a step back.

"Stay safe, my banana."

I burst through the doors, ready to kill my dickhead brother.

Every head in the room turned towards me, shocked at my entrance. I pulled my gun out, and pointed it directly at Dante, ignoring all the screams and shocked looks.

Dante stayed sitting down, his lips curling up into a smile.

"Hello Katana." I glared at him. His calm infuriated me more than any anger.

"Get your fucking ass up. Now." Dante slowly stood up, and began to raise his hands.

"What exactly is your plan here Katana?"

"To kill you."

"Well, I'm still alive. Your plan doesn't seem to be working."

I took a step towards him, and he mockingly raised his hands in fear.

"What, you're not even going to let me have a fair fight?"

"Let's fight then, Dante. A proper fight. A fair one." Dante laughed.

"We did. Don't you remember? When we were kids. And I always won."

"They weren't fucking fair fights, Dante, and you know that. Father always wanted you to win. You were always the favourite child. If you got cut, or scratched, our daddy would give you a plaster and kiss it better. When I was lying on the floor, bleeding to death, he would kick me out of the way so you could get past. On our birthday, you got new knives, and guns, and $100's. On my birthday, I got Yelena's used Barbie dolls. If I was lucky. Our dear father taught you to fight, helped you, loved you, even when you were just another sexist dick. I would have done anything for him. But I was never good enough, was I? So no, Dante, we didn't have a fair fight. Ever. And quite frankly, I wish I hadn't just shot you in the leg that night. The bullet should have gone right here." I walked towards him, and lifted the gun up, so it was touching his forehead.

"Go on then. Pull the trigger. Your family would love that, wouldn't they."

I felt the jolt of the recoil as the bullet flew into his head. I heard the thud of his body hit the floor as I dropped the gun and walked off.