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04

Sorry I haven't updated in a year you probably thought I like died or something.

"He'll be furious." Chanyeol muttered, his hands gripping his black un-brushed hair. His eyes staying hidden behind his locks of hair as he peers to the floor.

"He shouldn't be furious at us," I barked, I was angry, my chest heaving in fury, eyes burning as my lips quivered. All I could see was red.

"It was immature of him to leave and put us in charge. He told us he wouldn't push us into things and get us into danger. Now look, they know who we are, they have our home, they have all the information on our database and they sooner or later will have our territory." Your eyes met Chanyeol's frightened ones. His brown eyes glimmered with something I couldn't seem to describe, but ignored it when I watched his lips quiver.

"We have no where to go now."

They had taken our territory, killed our men and caused major strife. We knew our father would kill us when he found out. But was it really our fault?

He knew someone would get hurt.

"I'm done," I spat. "All he's done is push us around, make us do his dirty work. He doesn't care that we were hurt. He doesn't care that Baekhyun is in a coma or that we've lost our home! All he cares about is himself, and all the territory we had and no longer have."

I reached out, grabbing a vase and threw it furiously across the room. Eyes glazed in fury, lips trembling. The shatter of ancient glass frightened the group, and Bella distinctly gasped in fright. I achingly pushed myself out of the claustrophobic room, even though I wanted to comfort my brother, I needed my own time.

I needed to get out of here.

Stumbling behind me was Bella, I could tell by her quiet but stumped steps on the hard marble floor. Bella followed me along like a lost pup, lip upturned into a frown, eye brows furrowed in worry.

We ended up reaching the back of the empty night club and out into the silent, dark alley way. It was cold, the air nipping at my neck, the air calmly flowing through my short black hair.

Bella's eyes sadly met mine as I turned to pull her along with me. Her lips quivered, eyes welling. Who wouldn't cry when their brother was in a coma? It was unquestionable.

"Let's go for a walk, a long walk." I sighed in exhaustion. The toxins from the gas attack still deep in my veins. I felt tired, but I didn't want to sleep.

I just wanted to run away from the situation.

"Do you think we can stay at a hotel for the night?" Often her voice wavered, it was croaky and pitched. She needed a long sleep. She needed peace.

I nodded. "Where else will we go? I don't want to have to see my fathers face for a while." My head was spinning with plans and ideas, my lip chartered at the blast of cold.

"We'll stay the night somewhere, that's a definite. Maybe we can stay at Mina's, or a hotel. We just need to get away."

Memories resurfaced into my mind as I tightened my grip on Bella's small, warm, right hand.

Mina was a vibrant hacker, who lived in a sketchy apartment, maybe two stories high? She was trustworthy, but my OCD wouldn't last with her. She dyed her hair once a week, every time I seemed to visit her house there would be hair dye all over the bathroom. Her hair colour would be different every week. Bella and I would bet what colour she'd have every time.

She rarely cleaned the food stains and take away boxes littering the kitchen. She was a terrible night owl. Which will undoubtedly annoy us if we wanted to sleep without her playing some scary game on the PC.

Other memories of my father beating the crap out of Bella, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and even me, resurfaced, and I vividly cursed and cringed. I should've left the mafia months ago, years ago. I'd take Bella with me, I'd leave for the other side of the City, change my name, find myself a job I enjoyed.

"Mina scares me a little." Bella sighed, eyes downcast at her feet as she stepped over crushed bits of concrete flooring.

Once Mina has tried to stab Bella when she was sleep walking, dreaming of stabbing Chanyeol.

She was very... strange, maybe in a way, psychotic.

Mina has the biggest crush on Chanyeol, so when I found out she was smiling as she raised the dagger...

"She must have a fetish for blood," Bella had once said.

"Okay, then that can be our last choice." I stopped in front of a small servo, a store that I could quickly buy some food and equipment from.

I pulled Bella inside, surveying the inside as the bell chimes from behind us. There was a girl and her mother, eating some easy to craft ramen. There was also a worker, dozing at the register, and a man in black, lounging in the corner.

It was around 10 pm. I had slept through a whole day and night, Bella was there by mine and Baek's side by the beginning we lost conscious. Baek was still out though, we worried he wouldn't wake at all.

I payed close mind to the man in Black, his hands were deep in his pockets, head down but his eyes seemed to roam across the room every second, as if something was bound to happen.

"Let's be quick," I whispered to Bella. She perked and nodded, understanding.

I watched as Bella grabbed a chocolate milk and an extra large cup of chicken flavoured ramen, walking to the counter and paying.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as I followed, the men seemed to be watching us. But was I just overacting?

I tried to take a deep breath, why would they be coming after us still? They got what they wanted.

Didn't they?

As Bella stumbled out of the store, I sniffed the air. It smelt... off. I turned my head across the street, surveying it for the source of the smell.

What my eyes caught made my blood run cold, and the hair on my skin raise. A hooded man with a mask covering his face stared from across the road, in its hand.

A stinking paint thrower in his hands, it spewing smelly, drowsing red paint.

I turned, softly shoving Bella towards the other direction. She didn't see it, she didn't see any of it. I moved my lips close to her ears, still enough and close enough to seem as though I was not about to run for the two pursuers.

"You need to run, go straight to Mina's, and stay there till I get there. You hear me?"

She shook against my, I could feel her skittish was through my coat. With pursed, shaking lips, she whispered;

"And when is the signal that tells me somethings wrong?"

"When I don't come back at all."

At the words, Bella broke out into a sweat, and as the doors to the store opened and out came the figure, Bella sprinted for her life, leaving me, and a single handed gun, with only three bullets, to make it through the night.

"Hello pretty,"

- GUYS I REALISED I WANNA KEEP WRITING TBIS BOOK SO STAY TUNED