Infiltrate [3] - very slow updates

12 | Paisley

I spin, my foot making contact with the man's face as he tumbles to the ground. I crouch quickly and grab my gun, holding it against his head.

"Why grab the girls?" I spit the question I've asked three times already, my eyes straying back to the three other bodies I'd left in my path.

"Vaffanculo!" He hisses, face squished against the floor as I dig the barrel of the gun further into his head.

I roll my eyes and tut under my breath, twisting the gun into his temple.

"Not an answer."

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I narrow my eyes at the man before retrieving it, keeping one eye on the man.

"Restare fermo." I whisper his way, smirking down at him before looking at my phone.

Come to Harley's house.

I scoff.

Kind of busy at the moment.

My eyes stray back to the man on the floor as he moves.

"Uh ah." I shake my head mockingly, "I said stay put, do you not understand Italian?" I pout down at him and his eyes darken.

"Vaffanculo!"

"That was rude."

Alessio was shot. Is stitching him up not a good way to get into the inner circle?

I narrow my eyes on the man. "Stupid fucking idiot." I pull the trigger.

Quickly getting up, I look around at the carnage, before replying.

On my way.

I quickly tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, stalking out of the building and towards my car.

The idiots lucky I always have an emergency kit in my car.

I lean over and grab it from the back floor of my car, situating it on the front before starting the car. I reach around and quickly change my shirt. Knowing the blood splatter will cause questions.

My pants are black so hide the stains and I quickly grab a wet wipe, wiping the blood from my exposed skin.

I check my reflection and make sure I'm presentable before driving to Harleys house.

• • •

I get out of my car and grab the emergency bag, walking up the path and into Harleys house.

I spot Alessio straight away.

"Take your shirt off." I tell him, no nonsense. Quickly, getting on my knees in front of him and dropping the bag beside me.

He narrows his eyes at me, but does as I say, grunting as he pulls the shirt above his head.

"Get me a bowl of water and a rag." I tell Enzo, "-and Vodka." I mutter to Artemis, knowing she'll be able to find it. I look at Harley "-and if you don't want blood on this couch, get me a towel." She leaves quickly.

I look back at Alessio and catch his eyes trained on me. "You're an idiot." I mutter, shaking my head.

I'm not supposed to fucking know.

"How the fuck did you even get shot?" I question to keep up appearances.

"Artemis didn't tell you?"

"We haven't exactly had the chance to chat." I tell him slowly and he rolls his eyes.

"Drive by." He mutters, fingers flexing on his abdomen as I lean over closer to him, inspecting the wound.

Drive by? He really expects me to believe that.