enemies | rc

vingt et un

richard's point of view

my father took out his gun and pointed it at me. i crossed my arms and stared at him directly in the eye, daring him to shoot me.

"what the fuck happened in there? you were supposed to take that spy out, and then the team would take care of the target. where did you go?"

he stepped closer, the gun now pressed against my forehead. i scoffed. "i was outnumbered, she wasn't alone."

"give me one fucking reason to not shoot you right now." he shouted angrily.

"whether i give you a reason or not, you'll shoot me anyway."

his permanent scowl disappeared from his face for a split of a second, but then it came back and he slammed his gun onto the table beside me. he turned to the rest of the team, well, the ones that made it out alive and didn't get arrested.

"i hope none of you disappoint me ever again, understood?"

a wave of murmured understoods was heard, but my father wasn't content with that. he raised his gun at the man behind me and shoot him. a crimson stain quickly grew on his shirt, right where his heart would be. he was dead before he even hit the floor. my father turned on his heels and walked out of the room, his bodyguards following him close behind.

i took a deep breath and walked towards my room. i wanted to talk to charlotte, it had only been two days since i left her in her hotel room, but it felt like two months.

"richard!" my friend zabdiel said as he jogged over to me. "what's up? i heard the princess got away alive in cali."

even though i grew up with my father telling me to hate that specific spy organization, i never understood why. we even teamed up with other organizations once in a while, but he preferred to be an assassin. he always said he would tell me when i was older, but then i got older and he never bothered to tell me.

"don't call her that." i mumbled as i walked into my room. she's my princess, i wanted to add. i trusted zabdiel with my life, i knew he wouldn't tell on me if i told him about charlotte, but i couldn't take any chances.

"so defensive," he chuckled as he made himself comfortable in my bed. "sounds like someone has a crush on her."

i rolled my eyes. "you know i can't."

"oh come on, you never listen to your father. you're going to listen to him now?"

i sighed. "he would kill me if he ever knew i was near her and let her walk away alive."

zabdiel fell off my bed, but quickly stood up again. "there it is again! you so have a crush on her. you just got all sad for a second there."

a crush would be an understatement. i was falling for her, but i couldn't have her.

"if i had a crush on her," i began, watching zabdiel's smug face. "we could never happen. over my dad's corpse."

"well–"

"i'm not killing my dad, zabdiel." i chuckled. "he's my dad, i couldn't kill him even if i wanted to." the screen of my phone lit up, two new messages appearing on it. i murmured to zabdiel to give me a moment. i unlocked it to find two new messages, one from charlotte and one from my father.