I was very weak in all aspects of the word. I was physically unable to move, I could hardly work up enough energy to speak, and my mind was immediately fried from the sight of a dead body and the sight of loaded guns alone tormented me more.
As I stood in uncertainty of my fate I thought about my parents, as I always do. For a moment I ignored most of everything and just thought about my mom. I figure if I don’t make it out of here alive, even in death, I’ll still be more alive than I’ve been for a long time now. I’ll see my parents. I’ve got nobody here anyway.
But I’m not ready to die.
“Harry,” I squealed.
Harry’s face shot over to mine, “It’s gonna be fine, Vaeda.”
I tried to make my body relax, but it’s pretty difficult to do with a gun pressed into your cheek and another aimed awfully close to your face.
As I looked around the room there were nothing but horrifically amused faces.
“Brinkman,” Harry smirked, shaking his head back and forth. “You should know better. None of you are going to make it out of here, come on.” He cocked one eyebrow up and kinked his head back.
“Where’s our money?” Dennis spoke for the first time, his rifle wobbling in his hands. Harry looked over to him and his smirk immediately vanished.
“I think you all knew that deal was up when your men trespassed on my property.” He looked over to Brinkman. “When you sent your boys to my home, mate, it was up then. Was I not clear?” Harry’s gun began to lower which made me even more nervous. “I owe you nothing. You fucked up.” he looked over to me, “Now, we can either all walk out of here alive, or none of you are walking out at all.”
Brinkman had a haughty smirk slapped across his pale face, Dennis hardly looked amused, but Harry on the other hand did look incredibly amused.
My cheek began to grow painfully sore from the barrel of the gun, my hands were sweaty and I felt as if my bandages were going to slide right off.
“If you think you’re not paying me for putting my ass on the line for you, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Harry’s gun steadied to the right of my face once more.
His face scrunched up in anger, but it was an odd sight to see his eyes become glossed over with tears. Tears I knew he wouldn’t let pass his waterline.
“YOU SENT YOUR MEN INTO MY HOUSE,” He pointed his finger directly at Brinkman. “YOU TOOK THE ONLY THING THAT MEANT ANYTHING TO ME-” Harry roared, he stopped himself and cleared his throat and cocked his gun. “You fucked yourself over, it’s not my problem. Your problem is you have no respect for this business; you won’t be getting a penny from me.”
Brinkman’s face dropped, brows furrowed and he looked over to Dennis then back at Harry; whose eyes never left Brinkman’s, his gun never left the man behind me.
“Shoot her.” Brinkman ordered.
A puff of air blew into my ear and I heard the gun cock. My knees were liquid beneath me but I remained up straight by his grip around my neck. I opened my eyes to Harry across the room.
“Watch closely, Styles. You won’t have to clean this one up.” He grumbled from behind me.
“Close your eyes.” Harry said. Without a moment to pass my eyes slammed shut. The second my top eyelid hit my bottom one there was a loud pop.
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