𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

bang bang

a/n: sorry I've been away for a while, my wifi was playing up but it's fixed now. I promise while it was down I was writing more chapter (for existing and upcoming books)

The gun feels heavy in your pocket but you keep your head high as you double check the address. You see the outline of him and his group as you turn the corner. You swallow any fear inside you and brace your hand on the gun. He smirks at you, his own gun spinning in his hand. He motions for his minions to move and they oblige, scampering off into the street.

"Why hello, kitten. Didn't think you'd come."

Not hesitating to intimidate, you pull out your gun. It points at his chest and you smile.

"Oh, kitty's ready to play."

You bitterly laugh, wanting to get straight to the point. He steps into the light and you visibly gulp. His tattoos peek out from the sleeves of his shirt, his biceps pushing up against the fabric. A scar runs down his cheek, making him look rugged. The gun fits perfectly into his calloused hands and his hair is disheveled from rushing around.

"What do you want, G/N?"

He ignores your gun and moves closer to you, close enough for you to feel the metal pressed up against your own chest. He knows why he's there but he doesn't want to do it.

"Y/N. Listen to me."

You freeze. He never calls you by your name unless it's serious. He leans down, his warm lips brushing against your ear.

"I've been sent to kill you. I want you to shoot me and run."

You shake your head. He's your enemy but the two of you have been friends since childhood. You have to save him as well as yourself. You push him away and aim your gun at the wall behind him. According to the untrained eye, it looks like you're going to shoot him in the head. He flinches as you press your finger tighter on the trigger. You're taking it slow to try and figure a way out.

The silence is freaking you out, the only sound being your freakishly calm breaths and his frantic ones. You search around spotting a camera in the corner. Being a villainess for a certain amount of time has allowed you to get familiar with the area and that camera was not there before. Plus, the design of it is flimsy and doesn't belong the government. You smile and move your aim slightly. He subtlety follows your lead. Letting the gun go off, you almost squeal in victory when it hits your target.

He grabs your hand and begins running, the two of you high on adrenaline. You take out your phone and organise new identities and new homes for the both of you. You know that those guys will be after you. He smiles at you, stopping at your base.

"Thanks for that, Y/N."

You smile, pretty much out of breath when he kisses you.

"Let's go enjoy Paris, mi'lady."