Hit and Kill

Hit and Kill - Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

            I looked at the men who were threatening us, each were holding a variety of pistols; some with silencers and others not. I gave Cain a look as we went back to back. We were definitely in a bad situation.

            We weren't going to pull anything, especially since we were outnumbered. They disarmed us from all our weapons except for the discreetly hidden ones. The men pulled us roughly into an empty ballroom on the other side of the hotel. The floors were marble and there was a beautiful, giant chandelier in the middle of the room.

            "I see that Amare sent his crew out a day too late," I heard Mr. Gaudet say, mocking the idea. He laughed menacingly; it sent shivers down my back. Cain grabbed my hand behind our backs as we faced the men in front of us. He squeezed it, reassuringly and I knew we could only hope.

            "How dare you speak about him like that!" Cain spat and looked at Gaudet with such a ferocity that you would have thought he actually cared about his father.

            Those words earned him a smack in the face by one of the men with the butt of his pistol. Cain cried out in pain and put his free hand to his wound. His lip was split, and a gash was on his jaw . I clenched my eyes shut, trying not to give my emotions away even though it was killing me inside to see him in pain. But showing emotions would just hurt us both more, it would show the men that they had more of an advantage over us than they thought. I opened my eyes quickly, squeezing Cain's hand, and then let go, stepping away.

            I looked fiercely at the men in front of us, trying to figure out what to do. There were too many of them to pull out our backup weapons and win.

            "So what are you going to do? Kill us?" I demanded, rudely and crossed my arms. I shifted slowly, my stiletto boots were killing my feet.

            Suddenly a signal was given to the men with the guns from Gaudet. Two men grabbed my arms and the other three grabbed Cain. Gaudet still held Duvelle at gun point; he left the room through the side door. The three men holding Cain dragged began to drag him through another door. He started to struggle, especially when the men who were holding me, started towards the same door as Duvelle and Gaudet.

            "Des!" he shouted but he couldn't move towards me as the men's grip were too strong.

            "Cain, don't worry I'll be fine!" I shouted back before I exited through the door. Cain still struggled all the way though. As soon as I was through the door, the two men let go of me.

            "Wait, what are you doing? I looked at both of them, confused.

            "Boss gave us an order; he told us you wanted your death," one of them said.

            My eyes widened as he raised his gun, "No! I didn't say that, I didn't request that at all, I said I wanted--"

            The other one shushed me, "Your death shall be proclaimed tonight, dear Desdemona. Your death shall be known."

            "NO!" I screamed. And that was the last word I said before he pulled the trigger. With a bang vibrating through the air, my only thoughts were how I wished I had the chance to say goodbye.

CAIN

            She screamed and a shot rang through the air. We all stopped in mid-step and my breathing stopped and suddenly everything went quiet. Then people started screaming, running around and they all started to flee.

            After a few seconds of shock, I struggled some more. I had to go back and see if she was still alive but I knew. I knew she was dead. My insides felt like they were ripping apart.

            Then I saw her. The two men who had pulled her away were carrying her dead limp body away. I struggled so much that I fell to my knees. The men held me there until they were sure the others were gone. Then they left me. I had no motivation to go after them.

            I died a little that day, maybe more than a little. That day was the day I regretted not telling Desdemona I've loved her from the start.

            That day I was left alive while she wasn't. That day, I decided I was going to get revenge on them. All of them.  

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            The mission was a failure; for more than one reason to the next. Mr. Gaudet got away with Mr. Duvelle's life and fortune, his family was murdered and on top of that, Des' death was known.

            John and Kyla blamed themselves for Des' death, though not as much as I did. She had only been back for a couple days in the industry after being gone for four years, but everyone was blue. Everyone missed her even though in a way; she betrayed us for quitting. Rosa was hit harder than a lot of people, she almost started crying and became delusional. Rosa really loved Des like a sister and especially after our mother disappeared, Des being gone hit her extra hard.

            The only one who dared not to even sympathize was my father--the master of all emotions. He probably didn’t feel a thing in his cold heart, he probably figured she deserved it after abandoning him.

            A few days after we got back from France, I was ordered to bring the message to Kerri and Hunter. As soon as they saw me, I think they knew what was coming.

            I handed them an envelope from my father and walked away.

            There were many things in life you could walk away from. You could walk away from your problems, from your family and life. You could walk away from people and friends. But you cannot walk away from the grief inside you and the ache from your heart as you hear; the people you are walking away from, choking on their sobs.

            Three years ago, on her nineteenth birthday was the day I thought I experienced the pain of loss. But knowing that she is really gone was the worst pain you could experience.

            For once, I understood my father. How he loved no one, how he had no emotion and how he was so heartless. When you experience the worst kind of pain, you have to rip out your heart, close yourself off from the emotions and just live a life ignoring the pain.

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