Kill or be killed

Why?

My lips tightened, my jaw tense.
A huge wave of heat hit me, anger.

My breathing was becoming heavier as I clenched my fists.

After so long,
He finally had the audacity to show up.

Not thinking anything through I pulled out my gun and pointed it directly at his chest.
He looked around before coming closer.

"There are children here Veronica. Put the gun down"
He said covering it with his hand.

Our eyes connected and all I could do was stare.
With flashbacks being the only thing in mind right now.

This is the same person who I almost got killed over several times..
I protected this man..

Gave him a home, looked out for him, spent ages protecting him for nothing.

I kept repeating this, because it genuinely wasn't fair. Knowing I'm a horrible person, I probably deserve this..

He looked around making sure no one noticed, "I know you don't want to see my face, but you deserve the truth" , he whispered as kids ran past.

Now I finally realised how stupid it was to have a gun out in front of kids.
Putting the gun back into my belt, I calmed my breathing.

"There's a hut over there..", walking over there, my heart beat was starting to increase again, my stomach making knots.
Why was I so nervous to talk to him?
Do I want to hear the truth..?

Examining his features he hadn't changed much.
Hair was the same just grew out a bit. Clearly gained a few muscles.

The rest, just like before.

As we sat down I checked my phone to see that Hunter called me a bunch of times. Putting it back in my pocket I sat up staring at the grass swaying side to side.

Grass never looked so interesting before..

"How..", Sanchez started, but the words died in his throat. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "How have you been?". Scoffing I faced him with a frown.

"I want to hear the truth. Everything from why you came to my Mafia, and why you ran away...after stabbing me..", just those words made both of us quiet. The bond that we had built was all fake. It couldn't have been real.

"I am Leo's real nephew and I never had the actual to chance to meet him, only hear the shit Hunter spoke about him. Once he had died the word spread really fast. I was hiding away from Hunter and first I thought everyone would want me for the book...

But I was wrong..so wrong", he whispered gulping.

"A few days after his death was announced, I was hiding by a local pharmacy until a group of men had put a gun to my head and forced me somewhere. Later I found out it was a street gang who wanted power and their name known. They had a whole plan, use me to get to either you or Hunter", at this point I was confused.

A street gang was the reason he did this? All he should have done was tell me and I could have them killed in a second..

"I chose you. The first female through Mafia history leading? Everyone underestimated you.
The plan was simple, lure you out to a place and then kill you". Sanchez seemed tense. His whole body, especially his fists that were balled up.

"But over time I got close to you, and when you opened up I knew I couldn't do this. I kept stalling again and again until they threatened my father and his family, whom I've never met", he said showing me a picture of them.

"Veronica you have to understand I didn't have a choice. I had to comply..
I  leaked your whereabouts to Hunter multiple times. So many fucking times so he would kill you.

But not once did he show up. I know he got the messages, but he never bothered to show up for you".

Those words brought some light into my eyes, but also had this strange feeling in my stomach after hearing that.

So Hunter always knew where I was?
But never came after me.

"The whole memory loss thing..was for the street gang to give up. But they figured it out. Everyone did...and the final option they gave me? Kill you myself".

The clouds soon turned grey while the wind got more harsher as I just stared at Sanchez' face.
His eyes fixated on the ground.

"That night was supposed to be your final night", he whispered closing his eyes.

"So why did you miss?"
I asked as he looked into my eyes.
"You were so close to puncturing my lung. But you didn't, you purposely missed through the angle. I noticed later your eyes kept looking down, finding a spot of bury the knife in", I said glaring at him while he gulped knowing it was true.

"Why put me through more pain?! Why not fucking kill me right then and there?!"
My voice yelled with anger and pain. Clenching my fists I scoffed holding back how bad I want to hurt him.

"I spent ages recovering from it, and it wasn't the easiest. Because I didn't want to live Sanchez. Because of you I realised how I can't trust people. That I'll always be stabbed in the back!"
I cried out to him while he stayed quiet.

"Because I care about you Veron-"
"Bullshit!"

The sky was pouring down while the hut sheltered us from the rain.

"I can't forgive you Sanchez...I could never forgive you for doing this to me", I said standing up.

Taking a step towards him, I put my finger under his chin and lifted his head up making eye contact.

Leaning closer to his face he gulped. The anger had come back and I couldn't control it.

"You're nothing but a fucking imbecile"
I whispered extremely close to his face.

"You can't stand up for yourself in world where being dependant only limits your life chance"

He furrowed his brows confused as to why I was saying this.

"And for that reason.." I said coldly before reaching back.
"I should blow your fucking brains out.."
The gun rested on his temple like a perfect fit.
His eyes widened looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Please don't do this" , he whispered closing his eyes.

Clenching my jaw harshly my finger rested right over the trigger having a strong urge to pull it.
End his life..

Just do it..

And after a few seconds, my finger pulled the trigger.