I spotted a middle-aged man in a distance, sitting on one end of the seesaw and glancing at occasionally. The park was empty, fortunately with no possibility of interference. It was still snowing quite badly, and I thanked God for it. I didn't have to endanger the lives of innocents this way. I quickly repositioned my hand so that it was easier to pull out my gun if the man tried to attack. His eyes were glued to my hands and he, too, pulled his hand inside the pocket of his jacket and prepared to take a shot. I cald my nerves when I saw his hesitation. His muscles were tensed like he was holding onto the gun for dear life. He thought he could shoot if he had to, but I knew better. He pulled his hand out of his pocket when he noticed my hand coming back to his view. He sighed in relief and kept staring at . I glanced around the park, unnerved by his unwavering stare, searching for possible escape routes if any attack began.
My latest hit knew that I was coming for him and that made him want to finish off even before I ca close. I had been protecting my back for the past week, unable to concentrate on killing him, but today his hide-and-seek ga would end.
I saw the man shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He was staring past . His eyes widened for a bit and then he quickly turned to leave. I stiffened imdiately and took in deep breaths to be ready for the pain. It never ca. I was stunned into silence when I heard a familiar voice. No, not just any voice, but the voice of the man I had co to loathe with all my existence.
"Mia?" his voice was soft, almost a whisper. I didn't turn, trying to keep my heart in control as it thudded loudly against my chest. I took in a deep breath and ignoring my heart, I turned to him with the coldest expression that I could manage.
I was shocked to see his face. It was still perfect with sharp features and undeniable beauty, but he seed … younger. Though I hated him ardently, I couldn't help than be in awe of him. His velvety voice pulled out of my thoughts again.
"Where have you been all this ti?" he asked, false concern lacing his words. He was a perfect actor. Even if he spoke to soone with a smile, everyone knew that he was going to use him or her; his heart was cold and black.
I shrugged indifferently, making him wrinkle his nose.
"Where did you go?" he tried again, and I let out a snort. His eyes burned with curiosity as he locked his eyes with mine and tried to get his answers. I had learned with ti how to keep him out of my head and not let anything related to him affect , but facing him was so much harder. I could feel my shield crumpling as he kept on searching.
"Damn it!" I smiled victoriously to myself as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Speak to !" he shook and my composure broke. I saw red as I pushed him away from and ground my teeth together to keep from shouting at him.
"None of your bloody business." An unknown emotion crosses his features, but before I could recognize it… it was gone. A cocky grin spread across his face and the only thought that ca to my mind was that I was up for so serious torture.
"You haven't changed one bit, my kitten." His grin widened. Two mories from years before flitted through my mind. One made want to rip his head apart and the other to kiss his smile right off his face, but ripping his head seed to be more satisfying.
"If you call that one more ti, I will chop off your balls and feed them to your watchdogs, Anthony." He didn't comnt because he knew I could do it. His eyes softened a bit and he pulled into an embrace.
"I'm not Anthony for you, Mia. It's … Michael."
I knew he wanted to call him by that na, but my cold heart forbade from giving him any kind of comfort. I wanted to hurt him as much as I could; he was a criminal in every-ones' eyes, including mine.
I was too shocked to speak as he held tightly against his chest. My body went limp, and my eyes blurred. I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. I took in another deep breath and accumulated all my control and pushed him away. He didn't let go, but I struggled until I broke free from his arms. He dropped his eyes to the ground and smiled. He was too confident, and I wasn't ashad to say that I liked it.
I clenched my hands into fists as I tried to refrain from jumping him. I thought before I spoke out the words.
"I'm no different from any of those other people in the world. You prefer to be a man who is feared of. You are Anthony, a criminal that needs to be punished." My harsh words didn't make an effect on him, but he laughed wickedly.
"Still the sa," he whispered and leaned down to kiss my cheek.
The sound of footsteps made crouch into a defensive position with my gun waiting to be pulled out and used. I growled at him as I pointed the gun to his head.
"I knew it!"
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