My Deal With The Devil's Son

Chapter 21

Re-cap:

 

"Oh yes you did. Daddy bought you a little present. I hope you can pick up the technique quickly. After all, you only have to pull the trigger, right?" He said in a mocking tone.

"You bought me a f*cking gun?" I restrained myself from shouting but kept all the anger and intensity in my voice.

"Consider it a gift."

"A gift my a**! And what's this business?" I asked furious.

"Well, people are trying to deal on my turf so they must be dealt with, and you are the dealer."

"And you're the devil!" I hissed before hanging up.

Furious and absolutely terrified, I sunk down into the sofa with my head in my hands. I didn't know whether to scream or cry, I wanted to do both at the minute. He had took things too far, he wanted me to kill. I was now officially a part of the gang and I didn't want to pay the membership fees.

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Daniel's P.O.V

Gun shots were firing at us, the cries of hit men were filling the air around me. I dodged bullets by merely seconds running for a place I could take cover, behind a bin, some crates, a car. I refused to even remove the revolver from my pocket. No blood was being spilled on my hands, not today, not ever. No matter how scared I was it was not making an appearance.

"Get them you p***y!" One of the gang screamed at me.

I ducked behind a car ignoring him completely. My phone vibrated from my jacket pocket for the fifth time in the last hour, I knew it was Louisa, who else would call? Again I let it ring out, guilt coursing through me every minute. I wanted so badly to hear her voice, to let it comfort me and relish in its sweet beauty.

I tugged at my hair in frustration, letting out an enraged scream. I knew the second I had let it out I shouldn't have. Gun shots fired at the car, glass shattering and falling all around me. I lunged out from behind the car running to my next hiding spot but this time I wasn't quick enough. The speed of the bullet was amazing and it's impact even greater. Thankfully instead of hitting my chest where it was aimed, it punctured my left shoulder instead but that didn't minimise the pain.

I fell to the ground gritting my teeth to refrain from letting out a strangled cry. The gang member who hit me was closing in on me fast, he was set out to finish what he started and that meant my death. I was just lucky to have those few seconds until he reached me as his aim couldn't be trusted from a distance.

It brought bile to my throat but I had no other option. I dug into my pocket to bring out the hand gun, fully loaded, aimed for the heart and pulled the trigger. Just like that, he fell to the ground, limp, lifeless...dead.

Killer, murderer, monster.

The last name stuck in my head. I was no longer innocent or good, I had killed a man. I was a criminal, a cold blooded murderer and the thought brought tears to my eyes. I didn't want any of this! I never asked for it! Was it too much to ask for to have a simple life? To spend the rest of my life with Louisa, have our children in a little house away from all this, the crime, the drugs.

The blood soaked my shirt and it clung to me. I was starting to feel light headed from the blood loss and knew I had to get out of there fast. The pain was blinding and intense, I had to somehow pull through it however. I couldn't stay here to be killed or kill - again. I don't think I could handle much more. How these men could take each others lives without so much as a bat of an eyelid haunted me, where was their humanity?