We were just passing a sign that said 'you are now leaving Miami', when a gun shot fired.
You could barely hear it over the poring rain and howling wind, but it was so distinctive i could separate the sound from white noise.
At first i thought it was just a flat tire.
In a way it was.
I mean the bullet took out our back tire.
But it was a bullet sent intentionally to stop our car.
In the middle of a hurricane.
My mom looked a bit panicked but stayed calm on the outside.
She was Russian, she showed no fear.
I still didn't know what it was that my dad told her.
Honestly i didn't care at the moment.
I was a little too concerned about the 3 huge men getting out of the SUV behind us, stalking towards our car.
"Natasha, no matter what happens, plead for your life do you understand?
Do not fight.
These people are not the ones who deal with people who fight back.
Normally i would say different, but please hunny i want to make it out of this alive."
She was in tears.
This must of really been bad.
Plead for your life.
Plead for your life.
Plead for your life.
Plead for my life?
Not a chance.
"Okay, i love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
That was our thing, and possibly the last time i would ever say it.
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BANG Up Job {BOOK 1}
حركة (أكشن)Book 1 in the "Bang Up Job" marvel based trilogy. "The ones who have been through so much pain to the extent where they cant even remember their original identity, are the most lethal. Because they, we, i know how to survive." - Natasha Romanoff - B...
