Roxy

chapter 23: one down

(Roxy's P. O. V)

With the bag slung across my shoulder and my gun raised, I've searched literally every room in this God forsaken house and I still haven't found Ronan.

What if Fernando caught him and ki- . No! I can't let myself think like that. I have to keep searching. I wonder if he found a way to reach the others.

But then I'd be trapped in here. The remaining of my uncle's guards are still doing everything within their power to keep them busy.

As for the one's who have died, I swear they're deaths must be avenged. It makes my blood boil to think that all this destruction, all this death, is caused by one man.

For Christ sake! What the bloody hell does he want from us anyway?!

Whatever it is, he will die a slow and painful death. And it will be by my hands.

I sighed in defeat and decided to double check. As I was about to go into another room, something caught my eyes on the one way glass window at the end of the lobby.

It was a white cloth.... No it's moving. It's a person, wearing...a hoodie. Ronan!

I wasted no time in running towards the stairs. I came to an immediate halt when I saw three huge men wearing masks and holding guns.

The hell? How did they get in? I didn't even realize the shooting had stopped. All my uncle's men....

I shook the thought away. This is no time to be depressed. I need to get Ronan and myself out of here and fast.

I was somehow able to get passed the men without them noticing me. I was able to get out of the house without being seen, I ran towards the trees to take cover.

I peeked my head out and saw Ronan running out of the house. A wave of relief washed over me. The sooner we get out of here the better.

A/N: This might be a little bit different from the beginning of the chapter 1 but it's the same thing. Enjoy!

"Ronan! I'm Over here!!" I yelled gaining his attention. He spotted me and I didn't miss the little smile he had before he started running towards me.

But then it all happened in slow motion,as a single gunshot was heard and not long after Ronan hits the ground with blood spilling out from his back.

I felt my heart come to a complete halt as I stood there in utter shock. I was unable to move or blink. I felt something damp fall on my cheeks, but I didn't care.

"RONAN!" A scream of horror penetrates my ears. It was pained, it was a familiar voice and it took me a few seconds to realize it came from me.

I immediately ran to my little brother, who laid in a pool of blood, unconscious on the floor. The dampness on my cheeks did not subside but increased.

I tried picking him up until I felt something cool at the back of my head. It didn't take a genius to know it was a gun.

"Put your hands where i can see them, little girl. And don't try anything stupid, or you and your brother die where you lay." The voice of a male spoke. My blood began to boil as I gently set Ronan's head on the ground and stood up.

As I looked up I saw about thirty men holding guns to my head. In most cases, people would be scared out of their mind. But for some reason, I wasn't. Instead, the corner of my lips lift and form a psychotic smirk at the sight in front of me.

All these men will die for what they did to Ronan.

A man wearing an Armani suit with dark sunglasses walked up to me. He had his hands in his pants as he casually strolled up to me. He looked to be in his mid twenties. He was a strawberry blonde and was very tall. Maybe about a 6'4.