Tainted

*chapter 6*

I don't believe this.

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Actually for the sake of my sanity,  I refuse to believe this.

I was aware in a way that they're not high class bodyguards to begin with and that they don't have much experience when it comes to combats or whatever.

But I'm really having a hard time to understand how they think I  have anything to do with this. 

"I didn't shoot him-"

"Get down!" One of them screams making me wince a little because it's literally like 3 or something in the morning.

The man closest to me grabs the leash and tugs hard, making me fall into my knees. I coughed out loud, glaring at them.

"If you think I have anything to do with this then you're getting us all killed" I hissed at them but they didn't seem to listen.

One of them checks on their comrade which I'm assuming is already dead while the other is on the phone probably calling backup and the other two is on guard. 

I glanced at the two guns pointed at me. 

I really can't comprehend how the thought of me shooting him even managed to cross their minds  when I was literally standing right next to him.

"You're going to get us all killed-"

"Shut up!" The nuzzle of the gun digs into my head making me bite back a sigh.

We're out in the open but away from the streets and there's no people nearby. I could easily knock out these two but the way their reflexes are no joke, sadly,  I need a distraction in order to-

Another bullet flies by, hitting the man who was next to their dead comrade. It shakes up the other three and I was surprised as well but it's a distraction.

And that's all I needed.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed the gun that was pointed on my head and wrapped my other hand on his throat whilst twisting my body to face the other man. Jumping off the ground, I wrapped both my legs around his neck and forced him down, ducking as a gunshot echoes.

Quickly glancing behind me, I turned my attention back to the man that was in front of me who still won't fucking let go of the gun. Breathing through my nose, I balled my fist and punched him but surprisingly, he managed to catch it. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Here I thought you were an amateur" I mutter under my breath, smirking before colliding my head into his. 

The grip he has on the gun loosens and I lift my foot off to kick him out of the way just as another gunshot echoes.

Gun on hand and finger on the trigger, instead however pointing the gun behind me to where the other man is, I pointed it to my right where not so surprisingly stands the same man from the auction.

I knew it.

I glanced at the two dead men on the ground, both having the same bullet wound shot clean on the head.

I knew this man was more than just a wealthy fucker at that auction.

I've been an assassin long enough to pick out the scent of danger radiating from people like him.

He stares at me, gun at hand before his lips curl up into a smirk. I hear the two men on the ground beside me groan out in pain but they stopped as two gunshots echoes.