The Gang Girl

Chapter 33- Discovering Goodbye

AN// Okay because I actually finished a chapter on my iPad and decided I'd be nice and upload it. I'm in Japan btw ;) this chapter is now completely edited. Happy reading my lovelies, I know you've been waiting patiently.

"Where are you going?" Ivans' voice whispers softly as I shift to get out of bed, being careful not to knock the sleeping Kiana between us.

"I need to shower. Today needs to be washed away." I walk away from the bed, grabbing clothes out of my open suitcase as I head towards my ensuite bathroom.

Shutting the door, I lock it before leaning against it, sighing.

Ivan being here changes so much. Even more so considering he brought Kiana with him.

Stepping away from the door, I turn towards the shower and start the water, quickly stripping before getting in.

Time to think of how I can adjust my plan.

***

When I step out of the bathroom, Ivan is fast asleep, Kia snuggled up against him, her small hand resting on his face as if she'd woken up and had comforted him from the nightmare she'd probably had when I'd been in the shower.

Which was a long time, mind you.

Well, I had to make myself look my best. He looks so handsome and at peace, while asleep.

Good.

Walking into the walk in wardrobe, I open the highest drawer, which came to about my chest and pulled out a thigh sheath, before choosing a row of matte black throwing knives with a gleaming white grinning skull on the tip handle, a dark red design snaking down out of eye sockets of the skull to the very tip of the knife. Pre-made blood stains, promising only death and pain.

I slide them into the thigh sheath and bend down to strap it around my thigh, having faith in my black jeans and the professionally made sheath that would work together to make sure there wasn't any embarrassing fabric tears or sheath slippage while I was moving.

I straighten up again and look at what else was in the drawer.

I feel a spark of shock shoot through me as I look at one of the six guns sitting in that draw. Lifting it up, I marvel at the absolute blackness of the gun, with my initials printed on it in an icy blue cursive on the slide.

My first gun.

I figured dad had probably cleared the house out at least once during the time I was in Germany for school, so I'm surprised that this draw had remained untouched.

I take the magazine out of the gun and check the bullets in it.

Full.

I slide it back in and make sure the safety is set before I lift up my button down blouse and slide the gun into the back of my jeans, feeling the comforting coolness of it as it sits nestled between the small of my back and the fabric of my jeans.

I grab the two spare magazines, checking to make sure they were both full before shoving them into my pockets.

I grab my two wrist sheaths out of the draw as well, strapping one onto each wrist, before grabbing my twin fixed blade combat knives and sliding them into the sheaths.

Thank god for the way my dad had my wrist sheaths designed, otherwise I'd have probably accidently sliced a vein open and bled to death by now.

All of my knives are designed for being hidden around certain parts of my body, so I have absolutely no hesitation when I look at the selection of knives I could slip into the side of my already laced up knee high black combat boots.

The ones with the smallest stain of blood of the laces.

My killing boots.

Choosing another, yet slightly longer, fixed blade combat knife, I slide it into the left boot, not even flinching, as one would expect, as the knife settles down the side of very easily damaged fabric of my jeans.

But all of my boots, even my average everyday boots, had at least one knife sheath sewn into so I didn't get pricked in the leg every time I took a step.

Grabbing a switch blade out as well, I gently push the draw closed, before looking at the shelf above it.

My family ring, the gang watch, which is my father's chosen way of his members identifying each other. My dog tags sitting where I'd put them this morning before I'd gone for a run.

I grab all of them: the ring, the watch, and the tags, putting each on in their respective places.

All except one anyway.

I walk out of the wardrobe and gently place my dog tag on the bedside table next to Ivans side of the bed.

I love you.

I turn away from the bed after taking in the two people I'd die for and walk to my desk, looking at the picture frames that cluttered it.

Let them go.

I grab the black knee length coat that was thrown over the top if mt desk chair and put it on and walk out the door, shutting it gently behind me.

When I make it down the stairs, the people in my gang look up from where they were sitting in the living room.

Crowded on the couches, partners sitting together in arm chairs, slumped on the ground.

My family.

Alpha stands up and walks over to me, taking note of the single dog tag resting on my chest as I button up my coat.

"20 minutes, little fighter."

"I'll have half of them done by then, you guys just have to get the stragglers." I joke weakly.

We all know this is a suicide mission.

He pulls me into a hug.

"He wouldn't want you to do this." He whispers in my ear, and I bring my hand up and place it on the part of my chest where I could feel the tag under my coat.

"I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for them." I pull out of the hug and turn to face the gang.

"Leisl." I choke out softly, looking at my best friend, whose eyes filled with tears as she realized what I'd just done.

She stood up and ran to me flinging herself at me.

"Don't do that. You're... you're gonna come back. And I'm not going to have to be you. I've only had you back for a month. I need you back for a lot longer than that." She sobs, her dark curls tickling my face.

"I know I'm a terrible friend. Just remember our snowman." I don't try to tell her I'll come back for her.

She lets out a cry giggle at the memory of me throwing a snowball at her because she wouldn't leave me alone to build my own snowman when we were 13 and because she was such a gentle soul when we were younger, a snowball to the face shocked her into tears and the only way I could get her to stop crying was to let her build the snowman with me. After that, we built a snowman together every year, no matter what.

I push her gently off of me and into Alpha's arms, his face bewildered at having such a strong girl reduced to an utter mess clinging to him.

"Hurt her and I'll kill you." I threaten him as I head towards the door.

The room was silent before someone whispered something, that was picked up and carried, person by person.

As I shut the door behind me, our gang's goodbye rings painfully in my ears.

"Wir sehen uns wieder im Schatten der Nacht, Schwester."

We'll see you again, in the shadows of the night, sister.