Vendetta Love

Eye for an Eye

Declan

"Are you really just gonna sit there beside go after her?" Messi says as she annoyingly eats her veggie chips.

A smirk twitch. "It's her turn. And until she shows some playback. I'm gonna make her yearn for it."

Messi's take on this is nothing new. Given she's my younger sister. She and Kara had their own relationship. Just another reason I fell for her. My Kara.

Dear sister is looking out for us. She knows I'm not about to quit without a fight. While in that, she knows Kara is just the same way.

Despite the huge factor neither of us knew. It made sense. Reading her file over and over again was just so.. it was breathtaking. I grew another heart for her.

"How long do you two think you'll last? I, myself couldn't dare."

My eyebrow arch to her take. "You got a rival hiding in your sheets, Messi?"

Her movement stop before looking up at me. "If I had, do you think it'd pull the attention away from you two? Will you finally give in and be happy?"

I couldn't quite tell if she was hiding something or damn near just f*****g with me.

Shifting my eye at my sister. I question everything. But not a true answer came out. I mean, what could I say? It can be a lie, maybe even a truth. Either way, even the damn pull between Kara and I, who knew.

But this fun yearning will take.

I imagine for the moment I can just take her as mine. Pulling her in and never once letting this ever happen to us again. Rather we stay in the organization or not, never.

We're gonna get married the next day of. Grow a family right away.

Enjoy time out as if our world is anything like the people walking down the street. Messi thought it would be nice to get away and just take in the air.

I found the air pollution thinning. It is not the same when I feel my soul drafting.

Sitting outdoors at some café she swears is good. I amuse my sister. It takes the time as all I have now is time.

Talking her head, I get this itch. My view screen the area but nothing.

"Your bond is cut off. Stop working and just enjoy your coffee with your favorite sister."

I blink hard at her. "You are my only sister."

She chuckles. "No competitions then."

Shaking my head I try to listen to her. She was right. I had no bond. The only person who would be after me would be her truly. And I doubt she'll come around anytime soon.

Messi was fully enjoying herself. And for one split moment I felt myself basking in the moment too.

Until it faded.

My itch came back and as I try to ignore it. Bullets went flying our way. One second in and defense aims towards Messi. But as I shot in Barron mood, Messi's body was thrown to the ground, meaning she was hit. It happen so fast, one second in and she was one the ground, bleeding, groaning in pain.

Taking my gun and flipping the table. I shield her as I could. I search over to aspect the gunfire that suddenly stopped as it started. Only able to see the person retreating the weapon.

"Who the.."

Dress in full black gear. Tightest, thick, black clothes ever. No visible way to identify who the shooter was, they pull their arm back, securing the weapon as she rode off on her cousin's motorcycle.

I knew her body. She could cover up as much as she wanted, but it was her. Even with the helmet, I felt her eyes on me, ensuring I knew she had done it. Only then, our eyes met and she sped up to flee.

Hearing Messi wrench next to me took my tunnel vision away. We ignore the chaotic scene and I took her to our care provider. The blood seeping out was too much.

Kara f*****g shot Messi. Just one good bullet hit her, yet it was a deep one.

I couldn't fight this burning ache for a Monroe. Like my blood was on fire. This was a hit I never thought she'll take. Not Messi.

After she was looked at. Little sister took her first hit like a damn chap. Yet, it was one she never should have had. It was my fault.

We shouldn't have been so public. s**t, maybe if I had loved her better this wouldn't have been happening at all.

Everything I done to protect her and us. In a blink of an eye I had lost it all. And little by little I feel like nothing I do will bring her back to.

She slipping away. And it like she had already shot me.

Sitting at Messi's side. She glared up in all too wide grin. "This will for sure make Father think I'm not made for a Barron lifestyle. Right, brother?"

Messi wasn't bothered by the hit. Amused even. "How the hell are you laughing right now?"

"Oh, brother. It's Kara. Come on." My brows furrowed. This wasn't innocent. "This will benefit me. And given her loving you, she never intended to kill me."

Is she f*****g serious!

My angry grew as I stood to my feet. "Messi. She shot you in public." We both know it would have been me. Why on earth wasn't she aiming at me?

If she planned to just hurt me, she did it. If it was just to piss me off, it worked. If it was to stop my allure to her and our love, wrong.

Not even my death will keep me from her. I promised no matter what it was always us. I've never broken a promise and I'm not about to start.

Messi slightly roll her eyes. "And I'm alive. I could have easily be dead. But that wasn't her goal, now was it?" I was completely taken off at Messi's reaction.

I guess in a way it's true. If Kara wanted to kill Messi, she would. But in reality Kara's goal was to hurt me. And it worked.

Oh, baby. I will get you back.

She wanted to act like a Monroe then she'll get a Barron.

With every chance I got I taunted her. They were mere pranks but each one pissed her off more and more.

All from removing her locker door to glitter in her car, oh, and let's not forget how I f****d with her Monroe shipment.

Haha. Her face was beautiful. That one finally got her to talk to me. Shoving me, she willingly gave in and touch me with her Monroe hands. Allowing me to breathe in her sweet air as her violent eyes cut me as deep as her words did.

"I thought you would have known better than to poke the bear. Don't make me have you feel what I feel for losing a loved one. It's your life meant for me. Stand down, Declan."

Regardless of how I feel to my core for her. Her retake of almost killing Messi hit.

Right then I stood in the face, an inch away, looking deep in a Monroe's eyes as she stares back into a Barron's.

It all just flowed in and out so naturally.

"You started it. You don't like your own game, well then, baby." The greatest shiver spark in us both as I graze her skin. "Call it off."

Stubborn woman didn't take it as nothing more than her Monroe brain.

"I pray you suffocate in your sleep."

Cocky, I smirk, "if it's your p***y sitting on my face, proudly."

Lifting her chin, matching dark eyes she deeply says, "I f*****g hate you, Barron. To my deepest core."

That hurt. Hearing her say those words in flames of her violent eyes, yet I waver my feelings and responded back with, "I hate you to my soul, Monroe."

Her eyes dilated, they change. I couldn't be in this space to feel the drench of pain. Nearly a step back I step around her, letting my elbow heavily shove her aside as I plan ahead to my next hit.

It was all fun until she poked the enemy in me. Regardless this wasn't the end, I had another hit planned. An eye for an eye.

Kara

Ugh. I needed just some point of my day to consist of zero Barron or Monroe crap.

I need some peace.

Seeing Nix already seated outdoors, her back facing street. I walk softer as I approach, getting ready to spook her, she spoke, "I heard you 10 steps back."

I frown and flick her head, she ignore it. Taking my seat with a planted happy smile. At least with Nix I can feel free of some kind of peace.

But then I read her face. Looking at her hands she hasn't order anything but a tea. When does she ever do tea? We came to this smoothie shop to have smoothies, not tea.

"Who told you?" Leaning back, closing all claimers. "Marco?"

"I called him. I was worry."

Un-f*****g believable.

"Don't be."

"I called after speaking to a certain person." She says with high concern.

"Ugh, which other dog? The yapping one or the lap one?"

"Neither." Too fast my expression cross, calculating to who.

No.

"I was curious to why he wanted to meet up. But, Kara." The way she said it was too concerning. "He's hurting, badly. The longer this is, it's just.. it's draining you both."

Swallowing the truth she speaks, I can't help how I'm raise. It's not just the organization, it's more than that.

"Can't go back on a vendetta." It came out cold and bitter off my tongue. By her reaction she tasted it too.

"Declan meant truth to me. He wanted to know how he can do better to just have you back. He doesn't care about the eyes of the organization, it's just you. He wants you back." I scoff away. "The boy was begging with watered eyes. Saying he will love you no matter what. To whatever this vendetta comes down to. Nothing in this world will stop that. Not even death by your hands. He confess that you deserve to have comfort in arms that gives you peace. That drowns out the bullets and washes out the fire. He said so much and meant it."

Cracking stones in my chest was all I heard. "Well, that explains the voicemail last night. Said the exact same thing and more." My eyes shot up to her now. "So are you gonna try to convince me of something or.."

"Or you can stop all of this and just go with the truth of it all, sis." Out of nowhere Wally swings in. I bear no change as he takes a seat next to Nix.

I held my palm out, questioning with no words and little expression to Nix to explain his presence.

"We talked. He wanted to join, so here he is." She exclaimed.

Wavering both hands now. I couldn't bother with them both.

"Anything you two say isn't gonna change my goal. Your words can't back me away." I admitted.

Nix looked utterly disappointed, my eyes shifted. I was doing what I had to and yet in someone's eyes I'm still not enough. Never enough.

"But go on. Try it. Try to talk me out of it." I dare them both. Daring for their betrayal too.

"No, Kara. I just want you to be happy. I told him he still has a place in the wedding and.."

"It'll be done before then."

She jerked back hard. "Kara?"

"No one should expect less. The end will come." The air drafted off just then. Taking the ache inside with it.

"Sis? Don't destroy yourself by going in deeper. You found rare love." So young and stupid.

"We are cruse, accept it like I did."

Tired of all their claims that are clearly wishful, I return to the life I only know now.

I falsely believed I could have had some kind of peace. Working heavily in my office I scan through more and more.

My loyal Kings took it upon them to receive the shipment we missed. Or should I say Declan f****d up. His little Barron act screwed us over and I had to make a bullshit deal to get it back.

The drop was tonight. As we get ready one King suggested I stay. Boiling red was hitting until they all convince me. They made valid points. To trust them more and to show how the Head Boss doesn't have to show up each time. That's why I have them.

It felt below me but given I can't stand that awful smell at the Marine, I agreed.

"This is as close of peace I could get." I breathed.

Scanning my office I close my eyes. Thinking of how Father would see me now.

"He would just tell me what I f****d up and how he would have done better."

Taking a needed break. I roll my chair back to stare at the ceiling. Thinking of nothing in particular. Yet, in the most peaceful I could get this itch hit. I tried to ignore it, keeping my peace.

Buzz

Not one, nor two text came in, shooting my attention into reality again.

One glance at the many text that kept coming, that itch burned. And then the call came.

"Wally is down, it was Declan."

All lost of peace. Failure in my father's place.

Meeting up with everyone, I had them all take secure posts around the building. Which left me and my loyal Kings. Yet one was laid up in a bed attached to wires and machines.

"We should move Wally. This place it too open."

"He took a hard hit, Kara. The doctors said moving him wasn't good." Marco sat on a chair, watching Wally breathe just like me.

"He was marked. We can't leave him open." Those bastards. They went after the wrong one. Not Wally. God damn it, I should have been there. f**k.

I should of known better. I hit one of theirs and they took one of ours out. So many possibilities and I could have chase him down for what he did. Yes, I caused this but it was in flames of his actions and even if I wanted to be mad, truly mad we both were playing the game as it should be.

As we should have always been. Not a beat of hearted-eyes. But without that piece Wally wouldn't be breathing.

The truth is coming down to whether I own up to my word or no. Hot stone in both side makes it hard but one I can't just walk away from.

I can't. I just can't. The girl in me can't.

"We're all mark." Cole finally spoke. I turn my eyes slightly to him. "It didn't had to be like this. He didn't have to be here in this state."

I took in his tone that linger rougher and rough with each word. Looking at Wally's state, my Kings were right. I should look at what's best for them.

Shit.

"I want his file disclosed. No one in the room but us. Three men at each floor including the next two above, the outdoors, and the parking lots."

Both Marco and Cole nod, yet I see Cole wasn't all pleased. I push his ego aside as I give in already.

"This isn't fair." He said clearly.

"Wally is strong, Cole. He'll make it." Marco assured him.

Cole rolled his fist and stood up hard. "This shouldn't be happening. Can you not see the crap you caused." Marco gave Cole a warning tone but I wave him down.

I flare my hand out for him to keep talking. He got bottle up feeling towards me, fine.

"You plan to killed Messi for what? Whether you missed or not.. f**k, Sis, look what happen. Drop this and let one of-"

"I didn't miss. And Messi knows that. She was a consequence of her brother sadly."

Sadly.

"Plus, his were the same."

Staring at Wally I knew a few more inches and he would have been gone. Declan knew his aim and knew what this war will mean if he showed. I spoke of how Wally should learn to lean back. This was it.

Taking a step close to Cole. I now expression my frustration. "You're being quite complicated, Cole. Don't make me pull you out. I still need you." I return my view to him. "Will you stay at my side despite the choices I make for OUR family?" He nods slightly.

Good dog. He's still loyal-ish.

He huffed in defeat. "You didn't plan to kill her? You just wanted to make a point.. to him?"

There was something more there to his question, I don't know what. But I answered.

"Not just him."

By that he understood. And the meeting we had right after showed it. Cole was a loyal Kings men. But his way of less control keeps him back. Just like Wally's young mind. Wally pushes but ignores the stake. He must learn and this is it.