His Mafia Protector

Chapter 7: Knight in Heels

Alexandra Daddario/as/Victoria

Chapter 7: Knight in Heels

I turned to face possibly the most gruesome sight I had ever seen. The man, who was apparently about to shoot me, lay beside me, dead with his eyes open, staring at absolutely nothing, Blood was seeping out from the back of his head where the bullet had lodged in his skull. The guy was bald, which allowed me to see the glint of the imbedded bullet.

I suddenly became aware of how violently Cameron was shaking underneath me. He kept muttering my name. "Shh Cameron. I am here. Calm down" I whispered my little brother as I patted his head, making him sure that I was alive. But alive because of who, exactly?

I looked up and saw a girl, who looked about the same age as me, standing there, her raven black hair which were reaching her shoulders, billowing around her, swaying in a non-existent breeze. Her grey eyes were wide with excitement. In her hands were two guns, pointing at the door. She was wearing all black leather, from neck to ankle which allowed me to see her every curve. Her idea of shoes were strappy 6-inch black stilettos which I am sure even Kassidy, our school's head cheerleader would get on her knees and beg for them.

When Cameron shifted under me, I came out of my gawking. Who is she? Why is she here? She saved me. I realized that Ms. Ninja was speaking to me and I was not responding to her.

"Ever plan on getting out from there, Your Highness?" she mocked. "I don't have all night to babysit you or your brother. I have a social life."

"M-my name is not...why did you...your highness?" I said in a shaky voice. I was too scared of what this girl with two guns could do to me and Cam and I was also shaken up by her appearance. She was gorgeous. She just smirked at me, her eyes scanning me just once, from top to bottom, before fixing her gaze on the door.

"I am giving you till 5 to come out from that tiny space and come with me. If not, I will be more than happy to take a backseat and watch both of you die. Others are coming." She said in a calm tone.

I could risk my life, but never Cameron's so before she even reached 3, I was awkwardly standing, the bed between us three. But I still doubt that, that distance was enough to save me from the bullet she might decide to lodge in my head if I disagree with her.

She just nodded once and made a motion with one of her guns for me to follow her. Shifting Cam in front of me a clamping a hand on his eyes to stop him from seeing the...murder, I guided him out of the door, behind Ms. Ninja.

Even though I was scared enough to crap my sweats, was sweating enough to add a considerable amount of liquid in the oceans, was shaking enough to not even see where we were going, I followed her in a daze.

It's not like I had any other choice. 

Melancholy.

The word's meaning is quite simple. It means profound grief.

Let me ask you a question. Have you ever felt grief so intense that it would just consume every fiber of your being? Ever felt that grief that just wants to push you off the edge of a cliff? Ever felt that you have no one left in the world, only you. Loneliness. Helplessness. Have you ever felt that?

Because let me tell you, if you haven't, you are blessed.

At first, I was a bit hesitant when the girl told me to follow her, but I still did. On the way to the stairs, I passed my bedroom, where I saw that the door was slightly ajar. I could only have a glimpse of two pairs of feet, lying horizontally, and the color red. So much red.

I was led down by the girl, who had just saved mine and my brother's life. She was confidently walking down the stairs with her guns, their barrel facing up, as I slowly walked behind her, in a robotic motion. My mind had shut off due to the overload of emotions and thoughts.

As I came down the stairs, I stopped. There, my parents were lying. My dear parents. Now no more. And that was when I...I broke. Tears poured down my face as I saw my mother, her blood staining the wooden floor and I just...I lost it.

I loved my mother very much. Memory of her looking into my eyes before closing hers forever threatened to unravel me. My eyes shifted to my dad, lying stomach-down, and I almost pushed Cameron to rush over to him. I turned his body so now that his open eyes faced the ceiling.

Suddenly a little numbness receded from my body as I felt something warm on my hands. It was blood. It was warm and it was thick. It was his blood. In despair I clutched my head, knowing that the blood will now cover my face and hair but at that moment, I simply did not care. I pulled my hair as I doubled over, clutching my dad, and released the biggest cry ever.

I screamed in anger.

I screamed in agony.

I screamed in helplessness.

I screamed because I had lost everything that meant everything to me that day and there was no way I could get it back.