"Richie, my car needs a wash," I told him, tossing the keys towards him. "I disabled the tracker but the bug still works."
"Who got a tracker on you?" Richie asked me, incredulity seeping into his tone.
"Who do you think?" I replied, with an eyebrow raised.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, and caught my keys swiftly.
Richie came into view, the light illuminating his tired face. I looked over at him in concern, but he dismissed it with a shake of his head.
"Just the mole," he informed me, sinking into an armchair that was resting against the wall of the garage.
"Is it hard to find? Do you need help?" I asked him.
"No. I'll figure it out," he assured me, his voice hasty.
"Richie," I said softly as realization dawned upon me, before drawing my gun out. "You're the last person who I would've pegged as a mole."
"What?" he stuttered, glancing up at me, with my gun already drawn.
"Really, Richie? It's so obvious, I don't know how I didn't catch it before. My car- only you have access to that. And the mole problems? You would've found them by now if you weren't the mole yourself," I told him, my voice morphing into something cold and emotionless. "Why?" I asked, my voice cracking at the end.
"Because they're going to win," he told me truthfully, looking at me with regret. His tone seemed apologetic, but I didn't believe it. My heart sank as I realized the closest person to me, didn't believe in me.
"There's no room for traitors in the Cobras," I told him, trying to keep my voice from cracking again. I aimed my gun for his head, trying to suppress the tears from blurring my vision.
"I'm sorry," he told me, as he closed his eyes, and kneeled down on the cool cement ground of the garage.
I flicked the safety off and squeezed the trigger lightly. The bullet fired, and hit him right where I wanted it to.
His body fell over, limp, and crimson blood began to pool around his body, seeping from his head.
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Bloody Hearts ✔️
Teen FictionShe's been raised to be heartless. He's been raised to be ruthless. She feels trapped. He feels tied down. She is broken. He is bloody. They aren't perfect. They're beautiful. - - Adrianna has been leading the "Black Cobra" gang since her fa...
