Broken Promises & Blood Oaths
541 Words
Our stillness was not silent. It shouted.
Then show it, she urged.
By what means?
She came to her drawer, took out a folded piece of paper, and gave it to me.
His timetable for tomorrow is He is seeing someone. A guy who trades in phony deaths and blood money.
Is that a hitman?
Not at all. A tidier. The sort who vanishes individuals.
I read the paper. Codenames. Times. Coordinates.
He is organizing something.
It's not only about me. It also concerns you. He knows you've been poking about.
I creased the paper. Then it is time to repay the favor.
She stroked my chest. Should you pursue him, cause suffering.
I kissed her brow. I never miss it.
I got to the warehouse before daybreak the following morning. Luca was already there, walking about.
He said, "This is suicide."
Not at all. That's the plan.
He declined. You were formerly more intelligent.
I used to be more gentle. That was before they seized her.
We remained.
A sleek black automobile arrived at 6:13 a.m. Two guards exited. After that, Silvano.
He strolled into the warehouse as if it were his.
I followed, quiet as a shadow.
Inside, the cleaner had previously been waiting. Smirking, bald, and scarred.
He inquired, "The girl?"
Silvano said, "Soon." She has no idea.
What about the nephew?
He's emotional. He will perish for her.
Then that's how we'll lure him.
I emerged from the darkness.
Test me.
All hell broke loose.
Guns out. Yells. But I was quicker.
One less guard. Second. The cleaner went for his gun; I had mine already against his skull.
Die if you move.
Silvano looked at me, inscrutable.
"So it has come to this," he remarked.
You carried it here.
He grinned. You never have the guts for actual power.
You mistake poison for power.
You will never be her choice.
She already did.
Then I shot.
But not directed at him.
The dropper fell. Single shot. Neat.
Silvano remained unflinching.
You believe that frightens me?
Not at all. That will.
I dug into my coat and tossed the flash drive down.
All you have accomplished. Every transaction. Every death. Every treachery. Copies are already with the feds. You touch her; everything becomes public.
He clenched his jaw.
You would not.
Give me a shot.
He moved closer. You believe this is finished?
I said no. It seems to me that it is only starting.
I came back to the estate shortly before daybreak.
Rory was beside the fountain waiting.
She gazed at me, heart in her eyes.
Did you prevent him?
At the moment.
What about tomorrow?
I wrapped my arms around her. We will run tomorrow.
What about all this left behind?
Not at all. We set fire to it.
A sudden, loud c***k rang out across the courtyard.
I dragged Rory down.
One more shot.
A bullet lodged in the rock behind us.
She was taken aback. Sniper.
I had her covered. Remain down.
I looked over the roofs.
Then I spotted him.
A black-clad guy. Masked up. Rifle pointed.
He wasn't targeting me.
He was targeting her.
I jumped.
One more shot.
Blood spurted.
She let out a scream.
Then the planet swayed.
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