Bullets Make Royalty

CHAPTER FIVE

My existence was quickly flooded with panic and fear. What was happening? Reese moved swiftly under the bed and grabbed an assault rifle. My mind was in a frenzy. I didn't know what to do. He gave me a box on the bed. They were padded clothing that I guess helped protect me. I put them on in a hurry.

At the bottom of the box, there was a pistol. I looked at him questionly.

"¿sabes cómo disparar una ?" He asked. (Do you know how to shoot a gun?)

I packed the clip in and aimed with a proper stance as response. I lived down south and they loved some guns. It was something you did just as you went bowling. So by the time I was 19, I could shoot from a semi automatic to an AK-74. Everyone else did so I just tagged along cause I was bored. Not because I was anticipating being involved with the cartel somehow with an accounting degree.

Reese smiled out of shock and went to grab an armored vest from out of the safe.

"Listen you stubborn ass," He started. "Do not leave this damn room. You know how to defend yourself. So stay inside the fucking room."

I nodded. He's acting like I was craving to get into some action. I don't want to wet myself and die. Each gun shot startled me. He moved the hair from my face reassuringly and left the room.

I heard the sound of gunshots and footsteps escalate. It was getting all too real now. I took deep breaths. No one can save you. Save yourself.

I heard loud bangs on the door and my heart dropped. I hid under the couch. Someone couldn't see under it but I could see shapes. If someone came near the couch, I would have to take action.

I heard the door burst open and my fear arised.

"Kill anything that moves." I heard from a distance.

I turned the safety off and waited. I heard multiple steps into the bathroom as I saw one figure tear apart the bedroom. I took small breathes as my body was begging for more air. I saw legs come close to the couch. For the first time in my life, I had to decide death or life. I could die a fragile angel or live a changed woman. I saw the man about to lift the couch and I made my move. I angled the gun and shot the man in his kneecaps, making this body slump to the ground.

His AK-47 dropped and I slid it underneath the couch. His screams were loud

"You got this," I murmured to myself. I slid out from the couch and blocked the bathroom door out with it. The only other way to leave the bathroom is through the patio, where I would be waiting. I could stop here. I defended myself,so I could just run away. But I didn't want to. The fear was in me but I didn't want to leave. I had unfinished business with every person whoever came into the bedroom through the patio was about to feel my wrath.

Two male figures went onto the patio and bullets escaped into them, dropping them like flies. I walked past their lifeless bodies to check the bathroom. All clear.

The other man was alive in the bedroom, unable to get up. He's agony was loud and clear.

"You're a woman," the middle aged man screeched in pain. "Please don't kill me!"

I laid the AK on the bed and grabbed the pistol from my side.

"And you'll die by this woman. Irse a la mierda." (Go to hell)

I pulled the trigger, letting it fly into the man's skull. The adrenaline kicked in and I had work to do. My protection was already gone since the door was caved in. I had to keep going. I loaded my gun with the ammunition of the fallen. I stepped over the broken door and left the room, the stale biscuit being still secure to the beer bottle.

All the men had the same gray Emblem on their shirts. So anyone that currently confronts me was going down. I stopped walking for a second to see that my hands were shaking. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the time. I took a deep breath and continued to walk down the narrow hallway, rooms attached to either side. Footsteps were approaching from the hallway left of me and I quickly hid in a housekeeping closet. I hid behind racks of towels and tried to focus my attention on what's beyond the door.

"-haven't heard from Quintin and his guys since they came over here. Keep your eye out, and call back up if needed."

Their footsteps seemed to move faster once they saw the busted door. I hopped from behind the towels and opened the door slowly.

"-the hell did this, is that Quint-"

The hallway was quickly filled with the sound of my bullets. I then felt a body come on top of me, pushing me to the ground.

"You're too pretty to kill my friends, puta" The man breathed down onto my neck.

I pushed my arms into my body to avoid getting flattened. It gave me more mobility and an exit to escape. I rolled over, connecting my elbow to his face. I used my free hands to grab the pistol on me and shot him in the neck.Blood gurged out and I wiped it off my hands before getting up. I need to be more careful.

I turned the corner ready to shoot whatever was in front of me. My heart was pumping and I had to keep moving. To live.My survival mode was greeted by ten men.

"Don't shoot Ms.Flores, It seems like we should be in more fear than she is."

Joaquin Romero.

For some reason, I relaxed knowing he wasn't trying to kill me. We were actually on the same team.

He walked to me and put a hand on my back.

"It's over now, sorry you had to go through this." He softly spoke. "This establishment of mine isn't safe so you're coming with us."

I nodded. I didn't want to talk. My heart started to beat normally again, and my conscience climbed back up. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt comfortable with these men because now I'm just like them.

Murderers.

Everything began to hit me now. My mind finally caught up with the actions my body made.

Reese.

"Where is he?"

I didn't say it directly to anybody. It was just the first thought that popped out of my mind.

Reese.

Someone I was literally about to sleep with if this didn't happen. My brain was fucked.

"I never ran into him on the way here, but we need to get you to safety."

I didn't have enough energy to fight back. To yell and say look for him. We exited from the lobby and got into a car.

I sat next to Romero in complete silence. I just didn't want to think anymore.

I kept going. I did what I could to survive. Now the consequences were stacking up and I didn't know how to handle it. I was in the car, twiddling my thumbs for half an hour before we pulled up to a huge house. Romero helped me out of the car, exposing me to the cool autumn's breeze. I was too tired to really care about the gorgeous view of the place. My thoughts were overwhelmed with so many other things. We walked into the house and the people talking inside fell silent. I forgot I was standing next to one of the most feared men alive.

He whispered some words to a lady's ear and she came towards me.

"Te llevaré a tu habitación, Ms. Flores," (I will lead you to your room)

She led me to an elevator and we went up the third floor. I saw a few men talking on the floor and they began looking at me, one in particular. I focused my vision a little more and that's when I saw him.

He walked up to me in concern.

"Jade, What happened to you?"

Words felt like they couldn't come out my mouth. I didn't know what to do.

"What if the people I killed had families? What if I destroyed lives?" I trembled.

Reese pushed me into an embrace as my exterior walls shattered, exposing my frail body balling in tears.