The Girl That No One Noticed...

Chapter 15

                                                       Sang

I had fun shooting with the guys after that, once they knew I was good they started to test me even harder and with smaller targets, I actually enjoyed hanging out with them. I was truly happy while doing something I enjoyed for the first time in a long time, but all good things come to an end even if you don't want them to. I checked my watch with a sigh, it was almost 3 in the afternoon, time flew by faster than I had expected it to. "Well boys it's been fun, but I have to be getting back home." I smiled sadly as I packed my guns and ammo, zipping the box back up in my jacket. 

"It was nice to meet you Sang." Axel nodded to me, I had made it a sort of game in my head to see if I could make him smile. "It was nice to meet you too, we should do this again sometime." I teased gesturing to the shooting range, he cracked a small smile at me and I beamed back, point for me. "Yeah, you really keep us on our toes." Marc joked, he was a lot like Luke in his ways. "Well someone has to put you guys in your place." I snorted back to him and he smirked at me, all of them chuckling softly. 

"Ты идеальная для работы, маленькая птица." (You are the perfect one for the job, little bird.) Raven smiled to me, the Russian was really starting to grow on me. "Спасибо, мой татуированный друг." (Thank you my tattooed friend.) I murmured back, I never knew goodbye could be so painful to say. "Hey Sang do you want to take your target home, it would be a neat souvenir?" Brandon questioned as he pointed to the one that had won me their respect. "No thank you, I really do want you to have it, and like I said show it to North for me." I smiled as he gripped my target, nodding in answer to me. 

I called my goodbyes to the boys as I headed out to Harper, my head hung low, maybe that's why I didn't see what awaited me. "Hello Song long time no singing." the familiar poisonous voice froze me in place, my blood ran cold at who I knew it to be. Why were they here, how had they found me? I slowly looked up to see I was surrounded by 4 goons, two I knew and wished I had never even known them. "What are you doing here Rocky!?" I hissed out as the leader of the group stepped forward with his right hand man, their eyes as cold as I remembered them to be. 

"Rocky thinks little Song needs to be taught a lesson, right Greg." he muttered as he motioned his right hand to me. I was slammed back into the SUV as the two goons I didn't know held my arms, trying to keep me from fighting back. "Why are you here?" This time I growled as I glared to the two top goons, I was no coward, not anymore. "You are one hard little b*tch to find." Greg growled at me, I shivered in disgust as he breathed into my ear. "Then why find me?" I hissed back, grunting as he slapped me in the face. "Don't talk to me like that you w***e!" he yelled wild eyed.

 I caught sight of something he pulled free from his hip and let all emotion drain from my face, he was pointing a gun directly at me and it had on a silencer. If I was to be killed or wounded no one would notice I was gone, I suppose it was better that way. I had a brief moment to remember the panic button on my phone, which I could not reach in my back pocket, then he pulled the trigger. I hissed as the familiar pain radiated between my left shoulder and collar bone but I did not scream, I wouldn't give the b*****ds the satisfaction. "Greg what are you doing, the Boss wants her alive?" Rocky yelled as the two goons holding me swore, one had come close to losing a few fingers when Greg shot.

 I watched as my blood quickly began to seep into my red shirt, unnoticeable unless you were really looking. "She still alive but I'm going to teach her a lesson, just like you said Rocky." Greg's sneer made my heart stop a few beats, I knew some of what he was capable of. "Rocky said no more shooting." Rocky ordered, well that helps a bit, at least I won't be getting another bullet in me. "No problem." I had a moment to dread his words before his fist connected with my stomach, taking my breath from my lungs as he pounded my fast bruising ribs. I could feel my vision getting fuzzy but I fought it down, I had to hold on, had to fight back.