Are you for real right now?
“She just tried to murder Zayn and Anastasia. Her actions have consequences.” Mr. Thorne’s tone is sharp with authority. “We will take care of it tomorrow.” His wife begs. Mr. Thorne’s face shows utter hesitation, but he at last agrees with his wife. “She’s not allowed in my home any longer.” Mrs. Thorne nods her head. “Leave Nadia.” Mrs. Thorne orders.
Nadia huffs and slams the back door. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Zayn cups my face. “Baby I’m fine.” I rest my forehead on his chest. “She had me worried there for a second.” He whispers. “I could tell.” I tug him closer to me. “It’s a good thing you detained her.” His lips meet my scalp. “It’s what I was trained for.” I bump his nose and cross our fingers together. “My apologies to the both of you.” Mr. Thorne rubs the back of his neck anxiously.
“It’s fine.” I assure him. “No it’s not. Both of you could’ve been killed.” Mr. Thorne re-directs my comment. “Well thank you for your concern, but Zayn and I will be leaving.” I march down the hallway and snatch Spencer’s arm. “Let’s go.” Spencer nods at my statement and opens the front door. “Thank you for an excellent dinner.” Both of the men walk out and I shut the door behind me.
“What the fuck?” Spencer growls. “Why was Nadia here?” I massage my temples. “She wanted to kill Ana. Where the fuck is Gonzalez?” Zayn asks. “What the hell do you mean ‘where’s Gonzalez’?” I ask. “We made a protection deal with him to keep you and Brit safe.” He admits. “And you thought now would be a good time to tell me? Why didn’t you tell me before tonight?” I cross my arms and give him a piercing glare. “I didn’t tell you to keep you safe.” He draws a gun from his back pocket.
Where the fuck did he get that?
“Gee thanks Zayn.” I press the push start button on the key-fab and swing the car door open. “What are you getting?” Zayn peeks his head in the car. “My leg strap.” I dig through the glove compartment until I find my knife and gun on my leg band. “When did you put that in there?” He questions. “When did you get a gun?” I retort.
“Touché.” He rolls his eyes.
I shift the zipped slit of my dress and tighten down the strap to my thick upper thigh. “Thank god for slits on dresses.” I stress and grab a small usb from the dash. “What’s on that?” He takes it from my hands. “Assassin shit. Now give it to me.” I snatch it back and stick to the center of my bra
That’s my suit...
“Let’s go hunt this bitch down.” Spence cocks his gun. “Where do we even look?” I ask. Zayn grabs my hand and tugs me along the side of the house. “The back.” Spence directs at a bright yellow light in the backyard where a huge garden is on display and duck down low as to not be seen.
“Move and you die.” A gun meets the front of my face, but I twist it in the man’s hand, knee him in the crotch and punch him in the head with the butt of the handgun. “What was that?” I smirk while slamming his head into the pavement.
“N-nothing.” Blood spews from his nose. “So it was you.” Gonzalez’s voice cuts through the chilly air. “About fucking time.” Zayn snaps. “Where the hell were you?” I put the gun back in my holster and stomp over to the mafia leader. “Why the fuck was Nadia here?” My eyes glaze over in developing fury. “She snuck in undetected, but we grabbed her on the east wing of the house.” Gonzalez puffs a cigar into his mouth as he rolls his eyes and I chew on the inside of my cheek.
“Listen here motherfucker.” I snatch the cigar from his hands and stomp all over it until it turns to ashes. “A crazy bitch just tried to kill Zayn and I while your here sitting on your ass smoking some cheap ass tobacco instead of watching your shit. Don’t even try to justify your damn actions with me right now and expect me to swallow it because it won’t fly. I don’t care who the fuck you think you are. I won’t be disrespected just because I’m new to this shit so you better have a good reason for why Nadia was in that house or I’ll ring your damn neck and I don’t care who the fuck watches.” I threaten. He physically swallows a lump in his throat with huge eyes watching me cautiously.
“Yes ma’am.” He chokes. “Damn girl.” Spencer claps in the background which makes me smile. “Marry her.” Gonzalez snorts. “Now give me a damn good reason why the fuck she was in that house.” I twist my knife in between my fingers. “To kill you.” He pushes his throat against the blade. “Now if your gonna kill me get it over with.” Instead I give him a demented smile and then snap his arm behind his back. I slam his face into the brick wall and lean in close to his ear. “Note to self mafia leader...” I lean in close to his ear where my breath touches his skin. “...don’t mess with the women of the mafia.” I growl.
“Dutifully noted Ms. Taylor.” He caresses his hand over his battered face once I release him and turn back to Zayn and Spencer who look star-struck. “Let’s go.” I command and walk over towards the car. “Your not gonna attack a mafia leader and then expect me to walk to the car.” Zayn laughs.
“I can and I just did.” I flip my hair and start the car up, yet Zayn stands in front of the car. “Well don’t just stand there like a deer in the damn headlights.” I holler at him and slam my hands on the steering wheel while Zayn gets in the car and places his hand on my thigh. “Put in Brit’s address.” I throw my phone in his lap. “Why are we going there?” He asks.
“Because I want to check on her.” I put the keys in the ignition. “Okay damn.” He flips the phone into his hand and starts up the gps. I reverse out of the drive way and zoom down the streets of downtown. “Make a left.” He instructs. I Tokyo drift onto the corner and stomp on the gas down the road. “Keep driving down here and make a right.” I follow his directions and then drive upon Brit’s gates with swaying trees in the freezing wind. “Cloak.” I tell the parking booth.
“Why does she have you say that?” He asks. “It’s not suspicious and keeps my identity hidden.” I shrug off and park the car. I open the front door and walk in. “Yo!” I holler out. “Jesus Christ Ana! I thought you were a criminal!” A dodge a shoe thrown at the wall next to my head and giggle loudly. “Nice to see you too.”
“What are you doing here?” She struts into the kitchen and I throw my leg strap on the counter. “Your best friend can’t drop by whenever?” I grin sheepishly at her. She rolls her eyes at me and retreats back out of the kitchen.
“Love you!” I yell at her.
“Sure!” She responds.