Kill or be killed

Where am i?

A light shone into my eyes making me clench my eyes tighter and raise my arms to block it, but pain jolted through my whole body.

Especially my legs.
I slowly opened my eyes when all the memories hit me.
Fuck!
I quickly sat up but as soon as I did a groan left my mouth.

"Ow.."
I cried out, everything hurt. And looking down to my thigh the bullet was taken out and there were stitches with a bandage.

Why the fuck did they patch it up?

But what does my fathers Mafia want with me?
All I know is that I'm fucked.

Looking around I saw a empty dull room with absolutely nothing inside.
Nothing but a very small window.
It was practically a prison

Checking my pockets, they had been emptied.
"Shit..."

Looking up, I examined the door seeing if there was any way to open it. But it was a fucking metal block.

While going deep into thought, footsteps were heard from the outside making me stand up, forcing the pain aside.

Walking closer to the door I stood in the corner ready to attack whoever opens it.
Hearing the keys go in the door I took a deep breathe preparing myself.
This can either go really well..or really bad.

The metal opened.
Clenching my fists I waited for them to walk in and just as I got sight of his suit I swung my arms forward and wrapped them around his neck.

The man scoffed and in a swift move his hand pulled my arm off him and grabbed my throat bashing me back against the wall.

A sound of discomfort left while the grip around my throat tightened.

"Now that was a very dumb move for a smart girl", said the familiar deep voice.
At this point my body stopped fighting while I just stared at his face. Shocked.

He pressed his knee in between my legs to stop me from leaving or moving.
"Surprised?"
He asked with a cocky tone.

"Hunter?"
I asked extremely confused.
He only smirked and then slowly loosened his grip on me.
He released me and turned around while running both hands through his hair.

He was wearing a black suit and had strands of gelled hair.
Fuck he looked hot.

Snap out of it Veronica!

"You know when your father requested to side with him to bring you down..how could I refuse?"
He said smirking and slowly biting his lip.

"Of course it's also to get to Sanchez and kill that little twat. But seeing you.."
He said walking back closer to me, "it's like a dream come true"

"Fuck you Hunter", I said annoyed at him. Even though my father is dead. Hunter won't hesitate to hurt me in any way.

"Well now that he's dead. Who's your leader?"
I asked tilting my head.

"Now who said I was dead?"

Keeping my eyes on Hunter chills ran through my body as I blinked slowly processing what I just heard.

He can't be...

My fathers figure came into frame and a sigh left me.
"Did you see any blood?"
He asked sarcastically, while chuckling.

"Fuck.."
I sighed slowly moving behind Hunter.

Hunter furrowed his brows and turned his head to look at me. Wondering why I was hiding behind him.

He clearly doesn't know what my Father has done.

"Hiding? again?"
He asked signalling Hunter to move out the way.
"What do you want from me..", I asked slowly backing away.