CHAPTER 18:
Fiona was in a daze. She couldn't tell where she was at first. Her vision was blurry with blood. She was laying down on a flat, carpeted surface. The rough fibres made her skin itch. She could hear her heart pounding in her head, pulsating over and over again. She heard muffled voices coming from the far left, outside of where she was. When her vision finally cleared, she realised she was on the floor of Marcus' bedroom. The door was slightly ajar.
"I told you, I would pay you after she's dead!"
"Mister Dane, you know we don't work like that."
"I've already paid you half of the money…"
Fiona managed to look up o the bed. Marcus had left his Desert Eagle pistol in its holster. Fiona reached for it.
"NO! You pay us in full for Labuzov and then we shall send in another man at twenty percent less of a price."
"Twenty percent less? Are you mad? That's far too much for what I had to pay you already for Labuzov!"
Fiona pulled herself forward inch by inch and grabbed the gun. It had some fresh blood staining the handle. She figured it was her own. Fortunately, the gun had one clip left in it. Fiona knew she had to make another choice; the right one this time.
Fiona blacked out again. When she awoke once more, she heard Marcus yelling at the mobsters "ABSOLUTELY NOT! I will not pay you until she is dead and cold and buried in the ground! UNDERSTAND?" Fiona crawled the best she could towards the door. Her breathing intensified with every inch. Blood dripped in front of her eyes. She used the back of her left hand to wipe it away. It left red smears all over her fingers. She took in a deep breath as she pulled the door open. While doing that, she cocked the gun as quietly as she could. Luckily, the men were still ranting on and did not look towards her. When the door was fully opened, Fiona saw Marcus five feet ahead of her, with his back facing her.
"Marcus?" Fiona croaked out. He turned around and before he could realise what was happening, Fiona pulled the trigger.