*Claire's Pov*
How could he even say that to me? I wondered while driving back home.
I sigh, maybe it is my fault. You know what, I just want to go home and have a long peaceful night without any distractions.
Once I reached home, I quickly changed into my pajamas and watch Modern Family on TV.
During the show, Clark entered the house with Ariana holding his hand.
She glared at me with fierce eyes, and walked Clark to his room. I rolled my eyes; I don't need any drama now.
I turned off the TV and walked to my room, to see that Clark is on my bed.
"Why are you on my bed?" I asked sharply.
He just stared at me and pointed at my desk which contains all my important stuff.
I looked and saw the same file that is given to me when I have to kill someone.
I groan, I am in no mood right now for this.
"Can't I do it tomorrow?" I said, looking through the file. Hmm, I have to kill a guy named Nick Hiller.
Clark stands up, "No you can't, and I need it done now."
I clicked my tongue, he used his serious voice.
I sigh, "Can you get out? I have to change."
He stared at me sadly and left the room, closing the door with him.
I stared at the door feeling guilty. I was a bit harsh on him. Once I come back home, I will say sorry.
I wore plain black crop top with some white legging and my old pair of converse.
I walked to the door and looked back to Clark who just ignored me. I sigh, and left the house with a frown on my face.
I got my gun out and put some bullets in it.
I entered my car, looking again through the file about Nick Hiller.
He is 6'2 with a cute face. He is also in The Skull Gang. Wait a minute, The Skull Gang? Isn't that the gang who we are enemy with? I shake the head and started my car. I really hope this goes well.
I drove to the place where he is suppose to be and entered the warehouse.
Damn, it is dark. I looked around the warehouse and found a room with a light turned on.
I quietly walked to the room and to my surprise it was empty.
I entered the room, looking for something useful until the door closed.
I turned around and saw the guy in the file. But there was something new with him, he had a gun.
"May I ask why there is a pretty girl in my office?" He asked.
I smirked, "No you can't."
He raised his eyebrow, "Aren't you something?" He checked me out, making me feel expose.
I crossed my arms, "Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"
He chuckled at my action, and whispered, "I am just thinking how sad it would be to kill you, looking like that."
My eyes widen, this is not going to end well.
I reached for my gun and aimed it at him. He laughed, "Do you know how to even use that?"
I glared at him, "Shut the fuck up."
I put my finger on the trigger about to shoot, but I felt something pierce through my stomach.
That son of bitch shot me. I grabbed my stomach, still pointing the gun at him.
"You bitch!" I snarl.
"I am surprised that you are still alive." He said, glaring at me.
At the moment, I shot him on his arm which made him drop his gun.
I shot another one at his stomach, trying to kill him.
I can't shoot him; I don't feel good at all.
"You little thot." He said, clutching his stomach.
I laughed, "How does it feel?"
He gave me a killer look, while trying to save his life.
I was about to shoot another one but I heard a sound coming from the main room of the warehouse.
I whispered to his ear, "You are lucky to live this time."
I then jumped off the window, which I can tell you weren't easy.
I ran to my car and drove off, holding my stomach. My blood was literally leaking through my fingers.
I groan, I am in so much pain now.
I reached home, feeling dizzy as hell. I rang the doorbell, holding on the door knob for my balance.
Clark opened the door, "Well that took long."
I went inside, trying to get the first aid. Where the hell is it?
"What's wrong Claire?" Clark asked worriedly.
I turned to him and took a deep breathe.
"Gunsh-." That was the last words of mine before falling to the floor.
[Hoped you enjoyed this chapter! Short chapter :(]
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