Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 14

Again another filler chapter but this one is special and also going to be shorter cause I have a lot of angst to write for this book for upcoming chapters. It's a crossover of one of my favorite fanfics on this cancerous site, written by MiladyMira, go check her out, she is the stuff (she also helped me write this chapter too, which is why the writing is like 10x better than usual).

On with the chapter.

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Your POV

I woke up and jumped out of bed, ready to start the day.

Artie and Alfie were coming home today and my brothers were visiting too. I sat up and rolled out of bed as Lukas sat like a silent watchman on the bureau.

But something felt off...

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Third person POV

The wind *did* feel different, something more sinister was in the air. Destiny had a plan for the girl, and she wouldn't expect a thing.

The British man looked out his window on the almost empty airplane.

"Oh how lovely," his voice dripped with sickening sweetness as the plane touched down, "almost home, I simply cannot wait to see her, and share some *exquisite* recipes."

An American was hopelessly lost in a city he should know better.

"Fucking finally," he groaned, as he turned the corner, revealing scenery that he recognized, he had gotten turned around for an hour and a half and his stomach was growling like crazy, "She better have zero meat in that house." He grumbled again, as he made his way to the house of the infamous badass he knew.

On a totally different note, inside a sleek black car, two more men with similar intentions were blatantly ignoring each other. One is glaring at the spreading stain on his designer white suede shirt.

"What a shame." He directed a murderous glare toward the person lounging in front of him. "That cazzo di stronzo."

"I suppose that I'll just take (y/n) with me then. It's been a while since we went shopping." He mused out loud to annoy his brother.

The brother, of course, was quick to react and glared back furiously.

"Not if I take her with me first, fratello." His sneer holding just as much venom as his brothers, "I'm taking her to practice knife work with the knives I bought. Go be a spoiled princess some other time, si?"

The blonde man behind him began to furiously dab at the red stain with a handkerchief. The brunette smirked and continued down the road that they knew all too well.

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Your POV

I stumbled out of my room and over to the kitchen where I opened the fridge and peered inside, hoping that there was something that did not require cooking.

...

Cereal, I want cereal.

Groggily, I pulled the milk out of the fridge, my too big t-shirt falling over one shoulder as I made my bowl. I groaned as I sat on the couch and turned on the tv, skipping through channels until I hit the news.

I really don't want to move today.

Aaaaand the doorbell rang.

I really don't want to get that.

The doorbell kept ringing, almost making me stand up from the couch to go open it, just to tell the person on the other side to fuck off.

Then it stopped, and I heard an annoyed grumble from the other side of the door. I ignored it and kept watching the tv, the news anchor was chatting with the sports broadcaster.