"Nobody fucking move!" A gangbanger shouts, shooting the one person who did move and killing her immediately, scaring Carly and making her scream. The gangbanger grabs the tiny brunette and holds the gun at her head.
"Idiot! She's just a damn kid-" Another gangbanger shouts, Carly biting the one holding her and wrestling out of his grip, grabbing the Combat Pistol, both fighting over it and it going off…
Carly stepped back, blood on her… but it wasn't her own...
Carly bolted upright, trying to forget the disturbing things that happened yesterday… but she couldn't… it was out of a newfound and right now, an unwanted instinct, that she pulled the trigger.
Carly flopped back down on the bed, turning onto her right side and glancing at her phone, seeing a text from Seth.
'Turn on the news right now, you wouldn't believe what fucking happened yesterday!'
Carly sat up, grabbing the remote and turning the Tv on… seeing what she hoped she wouldn't see.
"... so far, police have no leads on the girl's identity or if she's connected to any of the gangs involved in the hospital shootout. Witnesses described her as a young girl between the ages of 11 and 15 with light brown hair and deep blue eyes, wearing a blue tank top and shorts-" The news reporter says before Carly shuts the Tv off.
Carly stood up, pulling her robe on over her red tank top and navy blue pajama shorts with red stripes on them. She walked to her dresser drawer and pulled it open, grabbing the outfit she was wearing yesterday before walking downstairs.
It was only 5:40 in the morning, no one else was up yet… Carly had to make a decision.
Carly's p.o.v
I find myself in the alleyway not too far from the house, the gardener's gloves on, a welding torch in one hand and a fallen tree branch in the other, yesterday's clothes in the trash can… I have to do this and then lie low, the cops will come looking eventually.
I set the tree branch on fire before throwing it in the trash can, watching the clothes burn until the fabric is completely gone. Once the flames are out, I take the torch and leave.
When I'm in the garage, I pull the gloves off after putting the lighter fluid away… I can't believe what I just did.
It was bad enough that I shot and killed someone and instead of going to the cops, I burn the evidence connecting me to the shooting.
I don't feel like I exactly have a choice here. The cops would get involved, then the FIB… then it would just spiral from there.
I walk upstairs into my room, kicking my slippers off and pulling off my robe before climbing back into my bed and pulling the covers over me.
I'm trying not to think about it but while I was walking back into the house, I was sure I saw a man in his early 20s watching me.
Tall, about 6'2", spiky silver hair… he didn't have any emotion, just a neutral face.
Now that I think about it… the way he was watching me creeped me the fuck out.
Ivory's p.o.v
Tiny girl burning your clothes, trying to hide what you've done… ironically enough, I was caught up in that same shootout… and I know damn well what you did.
I set the newspaper down and walk into my room, trying to think of a way to lure this young girl into working for me… who would really suspect a kid of moving guns or drugs across the border anyway?
Most of my men are dead because of Jack… except for four of them. The one who ripped me off is Jacob… and he's still out there.
Maybe if I find out who the girl is… I can get her to track him down.