❝ For my partner of all times, Jon. ❞
Vera Lu is part of one of the deadliest gangs in New York City. She is a trained assassin with an unfortunate past that shaped her into who she is today.
She is on a mission to eliminate her target, the mysteri...
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J O N A T H O N
Vera was abnormally tired tonight and fell asleep as soon as we came back from our little adventure. I was accustomed to our nightly conversations and the lack of made me uneasy.
I've been twisting and turning in the same positions for the past hour or so, still no luck. I was nowhere near tired. I hear a mutter from Vera and perk up. I looked at her and noticed she was asleep.
Why is she making noises?
My questions were answered when she whimpered and I became aware that she was having a nightmare. This was the first one she has had in weeks. I waited and listened to see if she calmed down.
"Dad..stop...off..please," she agonized softly as if screaming in her mind. My movements were quick and I woke her, I couldn't handle seeing her struggle any longer.
"Vera, baby, wake up. Look at me. You're safe, I promise," I was frantic, my eyes darting around her face for any sign of awakening. She has yet to open her eyes. Instead, she started crying. Tears spilled from her shut lids and deep inhales escaped her mouth.
I hugged her. This was the first time I had hugged someone in years.
"Jon? Is that you? Please tell me it is. I'm too scared to open my eyes, I don't want to see him again. Not him. Anyone but him," she choked out.
I tried to reassure her but my voice shook with the same amount of distress, "Darling, it's me, open your eyes." I tried the nickname my mother used to call my little sister whenever she had bad dreams and it worked.
Vera's breathing became slow and her eyes finally opened. She was misty-eyed. As soon as the first tear escaped her eyes, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. I had never seen anyone so joyful, cry so much. I tightened our embrace.
"I'm sorry I can't prevent them," I sorrowfully whispered, "I'd experience them for you if I could."
"He did horrible th-things to me," she hiccuped, "He was an alcoholic."
I didn't say anything, I continued stroking her hair.
"He blamed me for my m-mom's death."
I finally decided to speak up.
"He's gone now, I'm here. It's all in the past. I swear if I ever see that fucking bastard I'll shoot him," I whispered threateningly.
