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Chapter 14
Killa
Adrenaline runs through me as I push the mattress off and grab the sweatpants from the floor. Slipping them on, they feel tight and short, but I have no time to give a fuck. I grab my gun from the bedside dresser, releasing the safety.
The fucking flip-flops do little to elude the glass splattered across the floor.
"Where's your gun?" I ask Bee before crawling toward the window as a few gunshots come through.
"In my purse," she says, throwing on her shirt.
Bullets ricochet off the house as she takes out her gun.
I stand to look out the window finding at least ten armed men, some are shooting at the house while others run around back. Taking aim, I shoot two dead before the others know what happened.
Hiding behind the wall, I come out and shoot blindly before running toward the door. "Lock the fucking door and don't come out," I order her.
"Fuck that! I'm coming too," she yells, and I stop at her door.
"This isn't up for fucking discussion, Bee. Stay here!" I run out, slamming the door behind me.
Once I'm in the hall, I hold my gun up coming face to face with Felix and Charlie, both pointing their guns at me.
"Eight motherfuckers shooting at the house. There were ten, but I got two," I say as I take off running toward the stairs.
"Oh! You two's getting along?" Charlie asks, looking from me to Bee's room door.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" Felix asks, joining me against the wall.
I look down and notice I'm wearing the sweatpants Bee had on. I groan remembering hers had 'Juicy' on the butt. They are tight as hell and way too short. My chest is bare, and there are faint scratch marks down my stomach.
Fucking hell, I was balls deep in bliss not ten minutes ago.
"Fuck you," I say as we reach the landing, bullets flying everywhere.
"Don't get mad at me because you're wearing 'Juicy' on your ass."
I ignore that old motherfucker determined to put an end to this attack.
Gunshots from outside shatter the windows and my thoughts go to Bee upstairs still naked. Without thinking, I rush down the stairs to the nearest window, taking aim at one of the fuckers.
I hit him twice, once in the thigh and once in the shoulder. I need one of them alive if we're going to get answers.
Gunshots seem to come from all sides of the house. Two of Charlie's heavily armed men run to the back.
"I'll cover the back with them, you two handle the front." Charlie sprints off with his men.
"We need someone alive!" I yell after him as I run to the door jumping over Amun's dead body.
Felix follows me, his eyes going to Amun. "Fuck, they don't make men like him anymore," he says, doing the sign of the cross.
"On three," I tell Felix. "One, two … three." I open the door, and he goes first, guns blazing.
"Cover me," Felix says as he dodges behind a stone pillar.
Shooting wildly, I hit one guy in the head and another in the chest. Footsteps behind me alert me to someone, and I turn around with my gun cocked.
Rage fills me at the sight of Bee taking cover in Felix's now-vacated spot.
I turn around to continue shooting. "I fucking told you to stay in your room," I seethe, barely able to control my anger.
"I don't fucking take orders from you, Killa," she says, shooting a motherfucker square in the head.
"Go the fuck upstairs, Bee!" I yell at her before running out the door shooting.
Felix and I take a few more out as the police sirens grow louder. Every one of them are either dead or injured.
I go to one, kicking his gun away. "Take this fucker to the cellar before the cops get here," I say to Felix.
He lifts the motherfucker like he weighs nothing and takes him into the house.
Bee comes out looking at the bodies. She starts checking one of their pockets. I'm livid she's not inside the fucking house.
"I told you to go back inside. Why can't you fucking listen?" I ask, infuriated with her.
She stands, glaring at me as if she wants to shoot me with the damn gun I paid for.
Before she can open her mouth, a movement from the side of the house catches my eye.
My heart rate increases, the blood pounds in my ears, and fear grips at my very fucking soul as I watch a gunman take aim at the woman in front of me.
I throw my body at her wrapping my left arm around her as I take aim and shoot with my right. A sharp pain catches me in the shoulder, but it's nothing compared to the kill shot I delivered to the would-be assassin.
I keep my grip on her and my aim steady even with the searing burn from my arm. I don't think the bullet entered, but it still hurts like a bitch.
Releasing her, we both jump as we hear Felix and Charlie come out of the house just as the police arrive.
"Don't worry; the boys at the precinct are in my pocket," Charlie explains. "Besides, this is a fucking attack." He kicks at one of the dead men.
Felix looks down at one. "Russians?" he asks, looking at the man.
"Hired fucking assassins. Whoever didn't want us to know who they are," I grit out in pain.
Bee stands shakily, gapping at me, her eyes going from my flesh wound to my face. "Why the fuck did you do that?" she asks. her voice full of emotion.
I'm confused by the anger in her eyes. "Do What? Save your life?" I ask as Charlie walks forward greeting the cops with his hands in the air.
"What gives you the right to take a bullet for me!" she yells, shoving my good arm hard as she takes off storming into the house.
I'm left there staring at the door, wondering what the fuck happened. To be honest, I wasn't fucking thinking about myself, just her. She was my only fucking thought when I saw that gun pointed at her.
The thought that I easily put myself in the line of fire for her sits at the front of my mind. I would die for only a handful of people; Ma, Da, Felix, Emmett, Jasper, and now Bee.
She's somehow made it to the top of that very small list, and that right there scares the shit out of me.
~KB~
We spend hours with the cops and coroner's office removing the dead bodies while they question us. Charlie's right, he does have the NYPD in his pocket, and by the lack of attention that ten dead bodies garnered, I'd say they're fucking deep.
They cut the press off at the end of the street and claim it's just a simple home invasion. The lieutenant comes down himself to handle it and apologizes to the Chief for it taking so long.
The house is practically destroyed with shattered glass everywhere; the door is almost off its fucking hinges.
Amun's body has been removed, and Charlie left to go call his family.
I'm patched up by the EMT workers who tries to get me to go to the damn hospital over the bullet graze, saying I might need stitches. But it's fucking nothing. Too bad it hurts like a son of a bitch, though.
All I really want to do is find Bee and see what her problem is now. It seems she's always fucking mad at me over something and this time it's taking a bullet for her.
Before I go in search of my wicked crazy girlfriend ... Fuck, girlfriend, I haven't had a girlfriend since I was fourteen.
I go down to the cellar where Felix is putting a beating on the guy we kept alive. He's shaking his head, speaking in Russian.
"I know you speak English, motherfucker," Felix says, throwing an impressive punch to his jaw.
I walk over, still shirtless, shaking my head. I bend down to the prisoner's level, smirking. "This old motherfucker is going to kill you if you don't talk. Me?" I point to myself. "Me, I'll go a little easier on you." Standing, I hold my hand out to Felix who slips a knife into it.
"Don't listen to him. I'll give you an old fashioned ass whipping but this one here he likes to play with his food," Felix says, laughing.
I pick my dirty nails with the tip of the knife, watching as the man's eyes go wide at my actions.
Flipping the knife in my hand and catching it, I quickly slam it down into his thigh and twist.
"Who hired you?" I ask, taking the knife out of his thigh and causing him to cry out in pain while shaking his head.
Felix chuckles darkly. "You would've been better off dealing with me."
"I-I don't know!" he shouts out in perfect English.
"You don't know?" Now I slam the knife down in his other thigh.
"Come now, Misha, you don't want us to go to this address on your driver's license and see who lives there do you?" Felix asks, holding up his license.
Misha's eyes go wide before filling with tears.
"What type of fucking assassin carries his license with him?" I ask Felix. "Fucking amateur!" I yell before plunging the knife into one of his shoulders.
"Please! Please, I'll tell you anything," he begs, pleading with me.
"Oh! Now you want to talk?" I ask as Charlie, Jacob, and Jasper come down the stairs.
"Look who's joining the party," Felix says, slapping Jasper upside the head.
"How was I supposed to know you fuckers were going to be attacked?" Jasper asks.
"Fuck, what did you do to him?" Jacob asks, looking from the knife in my hand to the barely conscious Misha.
"He's good. He was just about to tell us everything he knows." I bend down, giving Misha my best sadistic smile. "Weren't you? Or Felix here is going to take a ride to your house and see what fun we can have. I bet you got a nice Russian wife there. Probably has pretty blonde hair."
"I like blondes," Felix says, licking his lips.
"You two. Forgetaboutit," Charlie says, shaking his head at Felix and me.
I stifle a laugh, knowing how ruthless we look to someone who's not used to us.
"Please. All I know is the boss received a big payment, we were supposed to shoot up the house and get rid of the girl. We had a picture of her, Isabella Swanatori," he cries, practically begging.
My blood runs cold as I think about the motherfucker with his gun trained on Bee. I take the knife and plunge it in his other shoulder.
"What's the name of your fucking boss?" I yell as I twist the knife over and over.
"Fuck, Killa, ease up," Jacob says, and I turn to glare at him.
"Ease up? This motherfucker came to kill your sister, and you're telling me to ease up. Na-ah and don't fucking interrupt me." I stare into his eyes, making myself clear.
Twisting the knife again, I dig deeper into his arm causing blood to flow. "Talk, now!"
"Nikita Petrov! He does business in Hunts Point. Please … Please. We do hits for people, important people all the time, he said this one was going to be a bigpayoff for us … All I know is the people who paid him are important … he said big mob family. Please, my family please …" he cries, begging.
"Jacob, I want you, Quil, and Embry to find this Nikita," Charlie says, seething.
"Take Jasper. I want to know every fucking thing!" I say, trying to control my anger.
"Do not kill him. We need him alive. Someone wants Bee dead," Felix says, flexing his neck.
"Thank you, Misha, you have my word no harm will come to your family from us." I hold the knife up for him to see.
His eyes travel from me to the knife. "But for you. I'll see you in hell." I slit his throat in one fluid motion, killing him instantly.
"Jesus, you really are a fucking Killa," Charlie says, looking at me with a proud look on his face.
I ignore him, my mind trying to wrap my head around all that I've learned from Misha. Someone wants Bee dead, and I'm going to find out who the fuck it is and end their fucking life.
A/N: Sorry I'm late! Someone I wont name names (Fran) held me up and then I got busy today. My puppy graduated puppy training! She still crazy as all hell though! We'll hear from Bee next chapter on what this girl is thinking!