Night Shadow (Mafia)

Hello. My name is Night, and I’m 21 years old.

Well right now I’m in some deep shit. And now you wonder, ‘What do you mean by that?’. To answer your question... I’m currently sitting in a cold dark room.

My hands and legs are chained to the wall.

I have bruises all over my body.

I only have a bloody shirt on, to keep me warm, though it doesn’t help that much.

I haven’t had a proper meal in about over a week. My mouth is dry due to the lack of water.

So yeah, I’m in some real deep shit.

And now you wonder ‘How did you end up here?’

Well to answer that we have to look some time back.

***

3 years ago.

I had quite a normal life. I had a younger sister and brother, and a dad that loved us unconditionally.

My sister Clair is 4 years younger than me. My Brother Sky is only 1 year old.

My dad was my most favorite person in the world. He would do anything for us. He taught me everything I know. How to defend myself, including how to shoot with different guns, and throw knives. This might sound a little extreme, but he just wanted us to be safe.

You probably think ‘where is your mother?’ Well, my mother died last year, short after giving birth to Sky. My dad never told how. He has said something about being sick, but you could clearly tell he lied.

That was also one of the reasons to why we trained so much. We didn’t live in the friendliest part of the city. Actually, to be honest, we lived in one of the most dangerous places.

When my mother died, Clair wouldn’t stop crying, my dad was devastated. I didn’t cry, not because I wasn’t broken too, but I had to take care of Clair and Sky. My dad needed some time alone. My mother’s death brought us all closer to each other.

My dad work as an accountant for some firm. He made enough money to give us a proper life.

I had taken a year with online school. Mostly so I could help dad and take care of Sky. I worked as a bartender in a nearby club, with my best friend Monica.

We weren’t quite old enough to work there, but Monica knew a few people. We had almost always shifts at the same time. It also helped a lot that we were damn good at the job. The only not so great thing about it was the guys that flirted too much. Of course, we knew people flirting was a part of it, but sometimes it gets a little too much, if you get what I mean.

Monica got a huge crush on one of the guys. He comes every time Monica has a shift. They flirt so much that I sometimes need to remind Monica that she needs to work.

Sometimes both he and his friends come. They always wear black jeans and leather jackets. While his friends go to the VIP section, he always stays at the bar with Monica.

His friends seem like some shady guys. But eh, not my business, and almost everyone is shady around here.

***

Friday night

“Bye” I said to Monica as we parted ways. It had been a long shift today. I really just need to get home and sleep. “Ugh, why does it have to rain?!” I mumbled to myself as I walked the way home.

It was currently 2 am. Dark and rainy. I had taken my hood over my long black hair. I had forgotten my umbrella at home, typical me.

I walked down the well-known streets, around the well-known corners. I had my backpack thrown over my left shoulder. My gun in my right pocket.

As I got closer to the house, I got a knot in my stomach. Something was wrong. I ran the last part. As I saw my house, it just confirmed it.

A black car was parked outside the front door, and the front door was open. “Shit!” I mumbled. I checked the car, it was empty. I placed my backpack by the few steps to the door.

I walked up to the open door not making a sound. I took out my gun, while slowly moving inside the house. The light was turned off.

I could hear faint talking form the living room. I decided not to go through the closed door. Instead, I walked in the kitchen that was connected to the living room. There came light from the living room.

I made my way to the corner that was between the kitchen and living room. I peeked around it to see what was going on.

“Please, please don’t do this. I have a family; you can’t do it. I haven’t done anything wrong.” I heard my father begging. He was on his knees, tears rolling down his face.

Two men were standing with their backs facing me. One of them pointing a gun at my dad’s head. They haven’t noticed my presence. I could use that to my advantage. I quickly came up with a plan. Like I had two seconds before they would shoot him. So, if improvising is a plan the yeah, I came up with a plan.

I quietly took the sharp knife on the kitchen counter. I sneaked up behind the two guys.

Quickly I took my arm around the neck of the guy with the gun, pressing the knife on his throat. The other one was about to make a move, but then realized the gun pointing at his head.

“Drop the gun” I demanded with an emotionless voice. “If you don’t then I’ll have to slit your throat and shoot your friend over here.” Smiling as I knew they couldn’t do anything.

Call me a psychopath. But eh, family is everything, and I would kill for them. Like literally, I’m currently holding a guy at gunpoint and pressing a knife on a dude’s throat. All to save my dad.

The guy slowly lowered his gun. I dropped the knife and grabbed his gun out of his hand before he could do anything. Two guns were much more practical than a knife and gun.

“Move” I demanded as I held them both at gunpoint. They obeyed my command and began walking out of the house. I quickly looked back at my dad that was still on his knees, the only difference, he was frozen.

I guided the guys down a dark alley. Not wanting my sister or baby brother to wake up by the sound of a gunshot in the house.

“Turn around” I demanded while keeping my distance so they couldn’t do anything. They did as I said and turned around.

They were both in all black. They were wearing masks, that covered most of their faces. You could only see their eyes and mouths. They both had a golden necklace around their neck with a golden scorpion.

I starred at them still pointing the guns at them. One of them began smiling. Like what the fuck. He’s about to get shot and then he smiles. Ohh. Wait I think I figured it out. He thinks that I’m one of those girls that pretend they’re going to shoot, but really, they’re not. Lol. I hope he’s smarter.

“Now, now, how about we drop the act, you give us the guns, and no one gets hurt.” He took a step closer to me while saying that.

Okay, I really hoped my theory was wrong. He really is stupid; I could shoot him right now for being so stupid. Oh, wait I’m about to shoot him anyways.

I began laughing. “This is hilarious” I said trying to be serious again.

“What do you mean?” He asked with a confused look on his face.

“Just that you think I’m one of those pretending girl.”

“I don’t think, I know” he answered self-assured. Okay, not going to listen to that shit.

“Wrong said.”

“Wha..”

I shot him in his shoulder, before he could say anything.

“You bitch!” The other yelled.

“Also, wrong” I repeated myself, while shooting him in the shoulder too.

They started walking towards me with their bleeding shoulders. How pathetic. I didn’t hesitate to shoot them again, this time in the leg so they couldn’t move.

“Never come back or I’ll have to kill you, understood” I threatened. The bitch calling guy began to laugh. Okay they have a screw loose.

“You… really think… we came without… backup.” He struggled to say the words out of pain. Backup, but the car was empty… right?

“The car was empty” I stated, feeling uneasy.

“yes, but there was space enough for more than two people, sweets.” He said it with an evil grin on his face. No, he’s lying. Dad!

Hello. Just wanted to inform you that this is my first story.

English isn’t my first language, so, if there are any grammar issues, please inform me, and I’ll check it out.

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