Something about a Dangerous Woman

CHAPTER 4

Thanks Mike I owe you one.”

Michael looked up and sighed, his nose crinkled as he watched Lara from around the room.

“Lara, Why can’t you just leave? You know I can get you out of here. You could be starting a new life in Jamaica , Bali, practically anywhere. you just have to say the word.”

Lara sent a sideways glance toward Mike, whilst trying to get up.

Watching her intensely, Mike almost got a heart attack,practically leaping around the room to where Lara was trying to get up. He practically grabbed her by her shoulders and gentle forced her back into bed.

“MICHAEL, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? OUCH THAT HURT!!”

Lara rasped for air. Michael guilty looked at her before frowning.

“ who do you think you are? I’m not a miracle worker. It will take you months before you fully recover.”

Lara grinned before chuckling out

“You’re literally pulled me out of my death bed twice. If this isn’t being called gifted than forget the rest of us.”

Restraining a smile from showing, Michael seriously spoke,

“Look Lara, You’re all I got since Andrew.”

Unable to complete his sentence he paused before continuing,

“ And I know how this is still a sore topic but I can’t lose you too. I know we’ve wiped out my existence from every database, but sooner or later they will find me, you can’t protect me forever. The least I could do is get you out of here before it’s too late.”

Lara’s face turned dark,

“ I can protect you and I will. I won’t let anyone hurt you, not after what happened to…Andrew”

“Lara! You can’t protect me forever. They are people smarter, stronger and wealthier than both of us combined. The industry you joined doesn’t guarantee you freedom. You are working for some of the wealthiest bastards in the world, making an enemy out of them is a very bad decision.”

Sighing, he continued

“Please Lara. Just hear me out? Or at least think about it"

Lara looked at Michael’s solemn expression and gave in.

“Fine. After this mission, both of us leave okay? Not just me but us.”

With that, she got us and huffed before limping out the room.

Michael followed her out and watched as she got into her car. He waited till she drove off before walking back indoor and collapsing on the floor.

Feeling tremendous pain in his chest, he grabbed his chest and curled into a ball to try and ease his broken heart. slowly tears began to roll down and soon became a silent waterworks. If you quietly listened to the heartbeats and wisps and saw the steaming tears, you would almost be reminded of a waterfall breaking against the giant rocks at the bottom. Beautiful but looming

Anyone with a heart who saw a 6’3 feet man curled up on the floor, crying his eyes out silently, wouldn’t deny how heart wrenching it is.

Lara got into the car and sped off. The atmosphere was thick with sadness, she couldn’t stay there any longer. She couldn’t have her head messed up before the mission.

She drove a couple of miles before reaching an abandoned warehouse. Driving in, she got off walked over to a another car before getting in and driving out of the warehouse.

This task repeated itself two more times before she finally reached home. She made sure to torched the car she drove to the guild with. She couldn’t let them find Michael or any traces of her anywhere. It was too dangerous. She even checked into a hospital under an alias to give her moving room incase they dug deeper.

The life she chose was dangerous and risky and the people she worked with were cruel. Although there were perks on being an assassin, like the money you get paid and the once in a lifetime opportunities. The job gives you more enemies than friends so your safety must come first all the time.

This much, Andrew taught her.. He made sure with her first few paychecks, she made and prepared back up plans incase anything goes wrong. She later over time started buying warehouses, building, cars and a lot of ammunition.

Things became more real and serious after Andrew’s death. Having to rely on herself she started developing her vigilance and vigor. If she didn’t work harder and become better, she won’t be able to protect what she has left, and people will take it all away from her.

So she worked herself ten times harder. Bettered her shots, her skills. Rigorously trained her muscles, put herself under all kind of torment to develop herself and cramped as much knowledge as she could into her head.

You couldn’t see her waste another single second if it meant she wouldn’t be strong enough. She didn’t bullshit herself into thinking she was strong or intelligent. She knew there were people out there even better at things than her so she had to work harder to leverage that or be above them.

Lara got into the car and sped off. The atmosphere was thick with sadness, she couldn’t stay there any longer. She couldn’t have her head messed up before the mission.

She drove a couple of miles before reaching an abandoned warehouse. Driving in, she got off walked over to a another car before getting in and driving out of the warehouse.

This task repeated itself two more times before she finally reached home. She made sure to torched the car she drove to the guild with. She couldn’t let them find Michael or any traces of her anywhere. It was too dangerous. She even checked into a hospital under an alias to give her moving room incase they dug deeper.

The life she chose was dangerous and risky and the people she worked with were cruel. Although there were perks on being an assassin, like the money you get paid and the once in a lifetime opportunities. The job gives you more enemies than friends so your safety must come first all the time.

This much, Andrew taught her.. He made sure with her first few paychecks, she made and prepared back up plans incase anything goes wrong. She later over time started buying warehouses, building, cars and a lot of ammunition.

Things became more real and serious after Andrew’s death. Having to rely on herself she started developing her vigilance and vigor. If she didn’t work harder and become better, she won’t be able to protect what she has left, and people will take it all away from her.

So she worked herself ten times harder. Bettered her shots, her skills. Rigorously trained her muscles, put herself under all kind of torment to develop herself and cramped as much knowledge as she could into her head.

You couldn’t see her waste another single second if it meant she wouldn’t be strong enough. She didn’t bullshit herself into thinking she was strong or intelligent. She knew there were people out there even better at things than her so she had to work harder to leverage that or be above them.