The Hitman's daughter

Bulletproof

Just a quick welcome to my series!
This is the first book I'll be doing that will have more then one chapter!
I'm a big procrastinator, so I probably won't update on an actual date or anything (,,๏ ⋏ ๏,,)
Either way, I hope you enjoy :)

Y/N POV

The sound of bullets skidding across the roof of my car caused my body to instinctively hunch down, to reach for the metallic gun hidden underneath my chair. I slid my coat on and hastily glanced out the back window, where I spotted hooded figures sprinting towards the parking lot. Cursing faintly, I swung the door open, hoisting my bag over my shoulder and bee-lining for the city ahead. Of all days to be chased . . .

Bullets ricochet off of the concrete behind me, their metallic echoes causing me to sprint harder. "You can keep running, Y/N!" A gruff voice yelled, followed by raspy snickers and another wave of gunshots.
"We're gonna catch you, little mouse!"
I scowled, swerving to the side to avoid getting shot. Although strange to say, this wasn't anything new.  From the minute I was born, my life was on surveillance. I was constantly being watched, constantly being chased down by people who wanted my existence to be wiped right off the face of the earth. My eyes darted around for an easier way to escape from the psycho men firing at me. My only option was to jump off the building, onto the next. I braced my legs, rolling up my sleeves and sliding my sweaty hair out of my face. Almost at the edge, I was about to jump when I heard a cry of pain and a loud thud as someone hit the ground. And stupidly, I turned to find out who'd been hurt.

A young male dressed head to toe in sleek black was dancing around my chasers in a collection of punches and kicks. One by one, they all fell to the mercy of his hard blows, looking at him in terror. The unknown figures melodic laugh rang out.
"Are we scared, now?" He removed the guns from their trembling hands, sliding them smoothly into his leather jacket. "Aw, look at you whimper."
Although I couldn't see his face under his hood, I knew his next movement was a threat of some sort. He leaned in close, grabbing a fistful of one victims hair and spitting into his face. And just as fast as they had came, the men scrambled to their feet and sprinted away, throwing petrified looks back at him as he chuckled and waved them off. But any attacker of my attackers, was also bound to be another one hunting me down. I skidded on my heals and took off, taking a different route. My training had me fairly fast, which sent a stab of panic through me when I heard footsteps growing rapidly fast behind me.

"Y/N! Stop!"
I threw a glance over my shoulder.
The man was absolutely flawless, with messy orange hair hanging above his glittering brown eyes. His skin was creamy and white, and small dots lined the tops of his lids in a unique makeup design. His bee-stung lips appeared to be chewing something . . . Chewing gum? I didn't have time of look longer.  Increasing my speed, I shoved my hand into my bag and retrieved my handgun, swiveling my arm around so the weapon was aimed right at the flawless boys face.
"Don't come near me!" I halted to a stop and readied myself, finger threateningly sliding up and down the trigger. The orange haired boy stopped.

"Y/N, I don't want to hurt you. I'm here to help you." He put his hands up in defeat, scanning me with curious eyes.
I wasn't that dumb. My eyes narrowed as I was a collection of sharp metal pieces hidden under his fingerless black gloves. He could flick them out in less then a second a wound me, maybe kill me. I knew other weapons were hidden around his ebony fitted body as well.
"Who the hell are you? I don't let strangers help me," I spat, smirking slightly as his eyes darted to my finger poised on the trigger.
"I work for an undercover team. My name is Jimin. Park Jimin,"
Jimin flashed me a winning smile, sliding his hands down to his tightly fitted thighs. For some reason, I felt my hand lowering, my eyes searching Jimin's clear brown ones. I saw the trust and reassurance in them. His striped shirt was spotted with blood, and I noticed it was his,  having small lacerations spotting his nimble fingers. My hands fell limply at my side.

"You're not flirting with the victims again, are you Jimin?"
A silky voice rang out behind me, and I spun around to find another male. tall, dark and toned, gripping an oversized sack in his hand. His eyes looked at me slowly, a slight flicker of guilt passing between his cold gaze before he advanced towards me. I shuffled back slightly, only to find a regretful looking Jimin also prowling forward. "You lied," I seethed fumbling for my gun. But stealthy as ever, Jimin snatched it from my hand.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."
And my desperate cry was muffled by the scratchy fabric sliding over my head and engulfing my body.

Thanks for reading chapter one of my story! 😊💖 I apologise now and advance for any grammatical errors in my work. I don't usually proof read, but I'll get around to it.

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