- ASAMI -
An ally might overstep boundaries but passing your judgnt by ordering her death is uncalled for. Those n weren’t sent to kill , but according to They, if I ended up dead in the process, he won’t hold it against any of them so they were left to roam freely doing whatever they wanted.
They might’ve known I’ll be able to handle myself or just wanted to incur another fatal body damage, whichever it is, it is uncalled for. Working for that scoundrel has been nothing but a drag at most. S has so much leverage on that can leave unsuitable for entry and a good life in any country while I have nothing on They. I hate that I’m that open to S’ whims but there’s not much to do about it when no one has ever seen nor heard what They sounds like. No one has even gotten close to uncovering S’ identity because They always ensures to get rid of them before the person can. Nothing, as little as a fingerprint, of S is out to the public. No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t make any sense but there’s not much for to act on when my life can easily be taken if They declares it.
They always knows everything yet no one ever knows anything about They. Not even They’s closest allies. I might crave my freedom from being under They so badly but I won’t do anything that’ll leave under They’s prying watch. Not when they all my life since I was a child, I was bound to a man as a slave with the illusion that I was a skilled personnel. Not when I love being an alive asshole than a dead saint. I swallow, throwing my sniper on the ground of my ho rooftop, falling backwards, flat on its concrete surface. I’m exhausted. My body feels paralysed but it’s not and my fingers are sore from the weight of having to shoot so much.
Snipers are usually found far away, trying to get a good view of their target. I had to alternate between two roofs because I was caught when trying to take down a target. Carrying this thing definitely slowed down.
Warning passed across S. I won’t be acting out in my own accordance anyti soon anymore, so spare a sane catching of breath.
I am panting, staring at the night sky. It’s cloudy. Too cloudy to have a pleasant gaze at the stars. I need water. And construction needs to be done here tomorrow. I just hate having to make repairs on my own property especially when I’m not the main cause of its destruction. S should have the fees covered but hey, I’m rich so it won’t be a huge deal for . Plus, the last thing I want is a round two.
I force my upper body up the ground, leaning both my arms folded on my spread open knees. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire. The pain is aggravating yet I’m trying to get my act together.
In a world where only you have got your back, never show weakness. That’s a quote I learnt from the asshole of a mother I had. Man, I’m so glad I got both my parents killed. I take a deep breath and stare at my environnt, soaking the beautiful view.
From here, I catch a good sight of Killian’s vehicle.
Oh shit. Yeah, he wanted us to et after this thing. I puff air out my mouth unsatisfactorily. Here goes nothing.
I force my body up the ground, heading to the small exit and entry door at the center of the roof. I’m leaving the gun here. I’ll be sure to take it away before day break but first, I need a decent rest.
I walk down all the way to the front door. Seeing all the dead bodies laying around as I wade through my house and the pool of blood lets know that I need to call special cleaning services to tidy up. A thought drops in my mind causing to laugh.
Imagine hiring regular cleaners and they get frightened of the blood and attempt to call the cops then I kill them to keep them silent, adding more count to the bodies while fabricating a good story that’ll end the case easily? Now that would be funny as hell. Don’t bla , life has fucked up so that I got blessed with a twisted humour.
I step out of my house. It’s really dark outside and the only source of light illuminating my compound is the moonlight. It gives a decent view of the liquid colour deviation of the garden outside. Even my grass is laced with blood. As long as it’s not my blood, I’m good with it.
I stand in front of his car. I don’t know why but being this close to him, alone, when there’s nothing obstructing my thoughts seems scary. . .
I got so caught up with what was happening around that I didn’t think this through.
Did Hazel say sothing to him? Is that why he’s here?
I feel bile form in my throat. That bitch wouldn’t speak even if she was given the pass to. . . . Right? And even if she did. . . He’s not here to end , is he?
After Killian strangled without a second thought and didn’t even consider to check in on my wellbeing, the written interpretation was obvious, blaring at my face. He doesn’t give a shit about . His behaviour shows it too and I’m not safe with him anymore. I never was but I hoped for it. I swallow, trying to summon courage. To be detested and choked to the point of death by soone you love is the worst thing to happen to any being. I didn’t have many choices all my life and I’ve always needed to play by a rule book, I’ve always needed to be , but that doesn’t make not a woman. I’m still just a woman who missed all the joy of being a girl. Even twisted young deserves love. . . Don’t I?
Yet it feels like I’m searching for it at the wrong place. No man would want to be with . . . all of . Not just bits shown to the public because one thing I’m not is normal.
“You wanted to talk? Talk.” I say outside the confinent of his car. I don’t want to get in. Killian has always kept his composure even when pissed so that adds up to my thousand reasons why I’m safer away from his arm’s length.
He looks at , eyes giving an unsaid command. One look at my roughened body tells I’m completely spent. I don’t have the strength nor willpower to stand up against him or be bold. I hold the door handle and open it, getting into his car. I shut the door.
“You look uneasy,” Killian’s words makes my heart skip a beat. “Good. You have every reason to.”
The car doors lock imdiately. I glue my legs together, feeling uneasy.
Killian leans closer to . I don’t know why but my body stiffens. I can feel his breath on my face but it feels eerie. “Let this be the last ti you even think of coming as near to Hazel.” He says. His voice is low yet holds a murderous intent. Every single organ in my body gives a warning and goosebumps erupts all over my skin. Killian’s form suddenly becos predatory over mine.
My lips spread apart, shivering at the tallic thing piercing into my skin. Into a healing wound. I don’t need to look at it to know that it’s a gun. My brows furrow as I wince. He’s not easing up the weight on my side.
“I need you to know that the only thing stopping from putting a bullet through your ribs to your lungs is the contract I signed with S.” He declares. My breath cos out as short, sharp gasps as I struggle to breathe.
I feel my wound tearing up. A muffled groan leaves my lips. I don’t think he knows how much pain he’s causing. Actually, I think he does but he doesn’t care.
A hand runs down my back, making to shudder. “Understood?”
I nod vehently. “Clearly.” Quivers out my lips.
He finally takes the gun off my side. “See how much easier it is when you behave?” I can still feel the pain even though it’s not there. Killian backs away from . I’m bleeding. I don’t want him to know that I’m bleeding when he’s being this way.
“Is that all?” I ask.
“Those wounds on Hazel, did you inflict them?”
My eyes widens. Fear. I can’t utter a word.
He raises a brow. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Killian picks up a knife I didn’t know was here. A whimper leaves my lips at the sight. He’s not going to. . . .
Is he?
“An eye for an eye?” Killian asks. There’s sothing dangerous about his calm tone and deanor that scares the shit out of .
“Please.” I whisper. “Don’t hurt .” I beg. I’ve been through shit for the past weeks, not that he knows. I’ve been having checkups and surgeries. Owen has taken it upon himself to be my personal doctor and surgeon. The only thing keeping standing and going are the nurous dications I’ve been on. Just because I try not to let it show doesn’t an nothing bad is happening to .
“So you know how to plead?” Sarcasm oozes off his tone. “Have you learnt to offer rcy though?” Seeing him take the knife out of its leather strap scares .
“Pleasee. She’ll never sll my presence again. I’ll be away from her, just don’t hurt , Killian please.” My words are getting jumbled as I speak.
“Give one reason why. Just one. I don’t need your assurance Asami because I’ve known you long enough to know you never keep your word. But just tell one thing as to why I shouldn’t do to you as you’ve done to her.”
One reason? Maybe my body deteriorating would be good enough but he doesn’t care. I take in a sharp inhale. My eyes are teary. I hate being this weak and vulnerable. I hate that the one person who makes weak and vulnerable enjoys my suffering. But it’s my fault, I don’t mind my business then I flee from the consequences of my actions. I’m laughable. I’m the exact definition of a ridicule and a laughing stock.
“I-“ I begin. The ache on my side is starting to be worse. My whole body is starting to bear the weight of the eventful night. “I am not well.” I say.
Killian laughs.
My heart sinks. I manage to get my shaky hands to lift up my shirt. My body is covered with wounds. Stitches. Scars. All which will eventually heal and will go naturally after treatnt, but that will take a long while.
It’s why I’ve stopped putting on tight fits. My body can’t take it. It’s also why I sat down throughout the ti I t him in his restaurant that day with Hazel. I’m weak, through and through.
“I don’t expect you to care or sympathise with . I’m no saint.” I murmur. “But another wound could render paralysed.” A grunt leaves my lips. I let go of my shirt. The side of my shirt is stained with blood. Killian hasn’t said a word to since. I can’t denote his emotions from his facial expression because it’s bland. “I’ll stay away, please just let off this ti-“
“You’re bleeding.” Killian says. I don’t know if I’m mistaken but he sounds. . . gentle. Or should I say gentler? Yes, gentler is the word.
I move my arm to cover the sore. “It’s fine.” I murmur.
Killian reaches forward, causing to shift back on reflex. I shut my eyes when a hand points at , terrified, but what I felt next made stunned. A cloth dabs my face. I open my eyes to find him wiping underneath my nose. I didn’t even realise that I was bleeding from my nose.
I shift my head away. I’m not comfortable being this close to him. “Th. . . ank. . .s.”
I think he caught the hint as he settles back on his seat. The soft click alerts of the doors unlocking.
“How did this happen?” He asks. Killian’s voice is bland. I know he doesn’t give a shit about but I’m too frightened to not talk.
“That day at your ho. You threw against broken ceramics pieces. Falling down the stairs didn’t aid my cause.” A chuckle leaves my lips. It imdiately turns into a sour cough. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to bore you. Please, let leave.”
Killian’s eyes are all over . “Sure.” He breaths. “Go.” He looks away.
I should be glad that he’s letting off but part of died the mont he turned his head away. What did I expect? That he’d show love? Or he’d actually be compassionate with when I opened up? I sniff, trying to force my tears back in. “Thank you.”
“Asami get out!” He barks. That made flinch. I imdiately open the door and hurry out of his car. He drives off. I found myself staring at his retreating car. Part of actually hoped he’d revise and co back but even I know it’s a far fetched dream.
My hand finally makes its way to the side of my blood stained shirt. I press my palm on the sore. Shit.
I have to call Owen. I really, really need him right now.
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