Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 11

Welcome back to this shitfest, I am currently on a train that has been delayed for 9 hours, so I am a little less than happy, so my tired brain that is running on way-to-sweet fake coffee will have some fun...

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Your POV

I looked down at Ethan as he gasped for air, a red mark on the left side of his face.

I heard footsteps behind me and Lovi put his hand on my shoulder as I let him lead me away to my bedroom.

"Are you-a ok, (y/n)?"

"I- I think so, that felt really good."

"I-a bet it-a did, what did-a he do?"

"He took Lukas..."

Lovi looked at me, almost as if he didn't believe it.

"H- he took-a Lukas?!"

"Yeah, Alfie and Artie helped me get him back though, but yeah, he did..."

We reached my room where I sat on my bed, Lukas jumped into my lap.

"(y/n), you-a meed to get-a some sleep."

I lay down on my bed and Lovi smiled at me.

I drifted off into dreamland.

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Arthur's POV

I still have so many bloody questions.

I still have to think about the fact that I am being paid to kill (y/n).

The Italian that took (y/n) to her room returned, as his brother stared down Ethan.

"Who are you, and why are you at my precious (y/n)'s house?"

"You have no right to talk, man."

The shorter of the two Italians walked over to Ethan.

"I dont-a know what you-a did, but if-a anything happened to-a (y/n) because of-a you, I will-a personally separate your-a head from your-a body."

Ethan was starting to look a little unsettled, but I'm sure I would too, between (y/n) quite possibly being insane and the two Mafiosos that apparently know her on a much more personal level, I would too.

"Now, if-a you would-a kindly come with-a me, we can-a easily get-a this figured out with-a no trouble, ok?"

I got up, Jones was sitting in a chair looking out the window. I walked over to him.

"We should probably go, Jones."

"I am seriously re-thinking that contract."

"I am too, to be bloody honest."

Thinking back, it's been almost four months and we haven't even gotten close to (y/n), and she even somehow befriended us, we are supposed to kill her.

"Hell man, I don't even know who contacted me, so I can't go refuse the offer no-"

"What-a did they-a look like?" 

The more cheerful of the two Italians spoke up, an unsettling smile on his face, cutting Jones off.

"What do ya mean?"

"What-a did the-a person who contacted you-a look-a like?"

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Alfred's POV