The Assasination Project

Part Fourteen

Eva's POV

"Linos", I was shocked to say the least. I thought he was a nice guy. But here he was with a gun pointed to Quince's head. And my sister was in this mix now to! Oh goodness, tell me he won't harm Azzy.

"Hello again Eva. Nice to see you cousin", Linos greeted with a devious smile appearing on his face. It was so scary and blood curdling. Although injured, Quince hauled himself up quite normally and glared at Linos.

"Nice to see you're still breathing", Quince stated sarcastically at Linos.

"Well Quince, the feeling is quite mutual", Linos responded but his devious grin didn't falter.

"I wish there was nothing mutual at all between us", Quince scowled.

"Oh, don't worry, soon enough, there won't be anything left of you. So therefore, nothing will ever have to be mutual between us again", and here I thought Quince was a demon. I lied, the real one was here and with a gun in the presence of a six year old.

When I look at it now, Quince was actually doing a great thing by not telling me about his gang life. He was trying to keep me and Azzy out of it. But I was stupid enough to press him on about it. I wish I hadn't.

"This is between you and I Linos, leave Eva and my daughter out of it!" Quince exclaimed as powerfully as he could. Which was very loud. I was beginning to think he may not have been hurt at all.

"Your daughter?" Linos enquired confused then turned to me, "Eva, you let him get you pregnant?"

Oh great, not this again! Quince needed to stop referring to Azzy as his daughter. People actually thought that me and him... had a child! Together!

"No you clown! Her sister!" Quince explained. But I was still processing some things. Even criminals thought we did the dirty together?! We weren't even married!

Okay, Eva. Snap out of it!

"You mean the little girl in her arms?" Linos asked for conformation and I nodded.

Before I knew it, Azzy was snatched away from me by a big man who looked similar to Quince's men. Was that how Linos knew where we were? He had inside men in Quince's gang?

I faltered back as the man shoved me but Quince held me steady. Azzy bit down on the man's hand and he passed her instantly to Linos like she was a rag doll.

"Hey!..." I was about to attack the man who dared to handle my sister like that but I got halted in position when Linos put his gun to Azzy's head. The six year old's eyes went wide like mines did and she stood frozen in fear just like me. Oh god please let this all be just a bad dream.

"Now, now Eva. You wouldn't want anything to happen to this little child, now would you?" Linos asked deviously as he pulled Azzy closer to himself. She was frozen like a statue and tears trickled down her cheeks. My own eyes began clouding with the hot liquid as I felt them begin to role down my pale cheeks.

I can't lose my only family left! No. Please let this all be fake! Please!

"Don't you dare touch a single hear on her head!", Quince snarled, "If so much as one hair on her head goes out of place, you will rearrange it before I blow your brains out".

"Uh uh, I don't think so cuz. If you so much as take a step forward, then I will blow her brains out".

"No!", I screamed but didn't dare move from my space, "Please don't hurt her. I'll do whatever you say. But please don't hurt her".

"Now that's more like it. Begging, that's what I was looking forward to", he laughed deviously and Azzy began to shudder uncontrollably. This must have all been so scary for her.

"What do you want from me?" I asked helplessly. I needed Azzy to be safe. My little sister was only six, I couldn't loose her!

"Not from you Eva, but from Quince", he focused his attention to Quince once more, "That snail will eventually die if it suffocates or gets squished in your grip. But I need it alive to put dear old grandfather to rest".

Quince's grip on the snail loosened up as he looked down at the little creature in his hands. It seemed normal just being there. It was still and seemed unbothered, unaware of its surroundings. I wish I was unbothered about the situation as it was. Sadly, I couldn't be more hyper aware, my sister was in a fatal position with a gun pressed to her head.

"You monster!", Quince growled. Linos just smiled deviously at him, unaffected.

"The snail or the girl Quince, make your pick", Linos bargained moving closer to where Quince and I stood.

Without even so much as hesitation, Quince handed Linos the snail. Linos smiled wickedly at the snail as he inspected it. His eyes lighting up in a devilish way. This wasn't good at all. Something tells me grandpa Mavoric is about to be the most ill fated person in the world.

Quince moved to grab a hold of Azzy when Linos pulled her back and pointed the gun at Quince. A frown etched on Quince and I's faces as we stared at back at Linos.

"We had a deal Linos!", Quince growled as he seemed to be straining to keep himself calm. Linos still had Azzy and a gun. Not to mention, a very poisonous snail.

"Well, that was true... up until a second ago", Linos told us and we stared at him incredulously. This snake!

"Linos give her back!", I yelled.

"Why should I? She'll make a fine addition to my many..."

"Don't you dare say that word!", Quince cut him off. What was Linos going to do to my innocent little sister?

"Well, it's either that or she dies right here, right now", Linos smiled evilly.

"How about neither", a feminine voice rang out before a gun shot sounded. Linos toppled back a little as he clutched his arm. He was shot! He had let Azzy go when he toppled back, but he still had the snail in his grip.

Quince grabbed a hold of Azzy and pulled her and I down as more shots rang through the rehabilitation zone. I pulled Azzy in a tight hug as she began sobbing and crying uncontrollably. A silhouette began making its way towards us where we hid behind a metal cage.

Quince reached behind his back and pulled out a gun and aimed it to the approaching person. He had a gun this whole time?! What in the hay?!

The person came even closer and when they were closest to us as possible, his hands began pulling down slowly on the trigger.

"Save that thing for Linos! Not me", I looked incredulously at Sharlotte as she popped her head round the side of the cage with a gun, similar to Quince's, waving in her hand.

"Where is he? Did you get him?" Quince enquired of her.

"No, he ran. He still has the snail. My guess is, he's going back to England to finish off Old Mavoric", she informed him and then looked over at me with a cheeky smile.

What in the world is going on here? Was I missing something? Sharlotte knew Quince and Linos?

"Hey, boss", she grinned as she waved at me.

"She's not your boss!", Quince scolded her but she shrugged him off, "I'm your boss and I need stitches.

He moved his hands from over his wound so she could see. She stared at it wide eyed.

"That whiney baby actually got you?" She asked Quince.

Somebody better start explaining!