The Game Changer (Mafia Families #2)

Chapter 22 : Escape

Faust's Pov

Who is she? What is she to me?

Bakit ba sa lahat ng tao ay si Carrie Mitchelle pa?

Nasa harap nanaman ako ng pinto ng kwarto niya. Or should I say her prison, as he might refer to the my room. Wala nang ibang silid dito maliban sa kwarto ko na pinaglagyan ko sakanya. It was the only room that could provide her comfort.

Comfort?

Who is she? Why should I give her comfort? Why did I even save her life? Why should I care what she feels? Or even if she lives or die?

She is nothing to me. She is... was just another target. Another person I have to kill.

Nagkamali akong nang tanggapin ko ang trabaho na magmatyag sakanya ng ilang buwan. Sa ilang buwan ay nakilala ko siya, I started to form a connection. In that moment she didn't just become a target. Another face.

Pinag-aralan ko siya. Inalam ko ang nakaraan niya. Pinanood ko ang kanyang araw-araw na ginagawa. Anong kinakain niya. Ang lugar na pinupuntahan niya, kung sino ang kinakausap niya. Doon nagbago ang pananaw ko sakanya. She became someone I know. Someone I'll know when she'd die. A face with a name, hindi lang isang numero sa mahabang listahan ng mga pinatay ko. She'll always be Carrie Mitchelle and her face will haunt me forever.

I should've pulled the trigger. I should've ended it before it started.

But somehow I knew. Deep down that I was lying to myself.

This was a mistake. A very big mistake.

Pinikit ko ang mga mata ko at sinandal ang noo ko sa pinto. I grabbed the gun from the holster in my ankle.

I breathed in.

Out.

I am a mercenary.

She's just another number.

A target.

Tahimik kong binuksan ang pinto. Medyo madilim pero kita ko parin siyang nakahiga sa kama. Her breathing steady.

The gripped the gun in my hand.

I am a mercenary.

Mercenaries don't have second thoughts.

But when I stare at her peaceful face, I can't. I loosen my grip on the gun and stood there. That strange feeling surge up in me again and I was helpless. I can't do it. I can't kill her. I see her face and I just lose it.

Gumalaw siya at napunta ang tingin ko sa kamay niya. Kahit madilim ay kita ko parin ang pasa mula sa ilang araw na nakaposas siya.

Nagbago nanaman ang pakiramdam ko.

Anger?

Anger that I can't kill her?

Or

Anger that I did this to her?

Disappointment?

That I didn't kill her?

Or

That she's hurt because of me?

I didn't notice that I extended a hand to touch the bruise on her wrist. She moved and faced the wall.

Muttering. "Daneilo." Her voice low and I heard there was longing in her voice.