“Now that girl’s something” he nodded, slipping the money into his pocket,

I growled and sat up,

“If I can get her in bed in 3 days you give me 400, if I can’t I give you 500 deal?”

The deal was proposed out of humiliation and perhaps a little determination that I would eventually get what I want.

“Deal” Luca smirked.

There was a sudden crash outside our house and I got up quickly, grabbing my gun from underneath my pillow as Luca stepped into my room, taking the gun hiding underneath my clothes from the cupboard.

Just the thing to make my morning, really.

Luca nodded at me as he climbed out of the window to get to the front and I unlocked the door, pointing my gun at the empty hallway. The front door was almost broken off its hinges and I was guessing there would be at least 3 or more men, presumably Morale’s men after he found out about Marcus.

I heard slight movement ahead to the left, at the kitchen and I took the knife from my ankle, before stepping forward and throwing the knife at the moving figure. The hit landed on his chest as I saw him struggle to take the knife out but I didn’t let him. Instead, I stepped on the end of the knife, sending it deeper into him as tried to cry out in pain when I covered his mouth and broke his neck.

74

I took the gun from his limp hand and pocketed my gun as I moved to the living room, I was temporarily blinded from the sun shining through the windows when I was pulled forward and felt myself hit the wall. Then a sharp pain tore through my whole hand as I was barely able to see a knife lodge itself into the back of my hand and keep it in place on the wall. I let out a low yet painful yell, as I tried to yank the metal from its position. I turned my head to see a man in his 30’s grinning madly at me, moving forwards when I kicked the coffee table back, hitting him square in the shins.

He howled in pain and dropped to the floor, giving me the time I needed as I finally took the knife out and hurled it at him, watching it slice into his throat.

75

Luca came in through the front door, gun still in hand as he pointed it at me and then lowered it, eyeing the body. He noticed my hand and rushed over to me,

“The fuck happened?” he asked.

“Later, clean the mess first. I’ll take care of it” I said, moving into the bathroom.

As I stepped past the body in the kitchen, I removed the knife from him and brought it with me to the bathroom, running it under the tap as well as my hand.

I grimaced at the stinging feel before turning it off and wiping the blood away as it began to bleed again.

I reached for a towel and pressed it to hand, wincing at the pain as I opened the cupboard with my right hand, knocking over boxes of band aids, and small bottles of pills. I had almost knocked down everything to get what I needed and I pulled out the pack of bandages and a small bottle of liquid. I dropped the towel and noticed that the blood wasn’t flowing as bad, unscrewing the lip of the bottle clumsily I tipped some disinfection liquid onto the wound. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth before pouring some more and watched as it mixed with my blood.

I then wrapped the bandages around my hand gingerly before tying a knot and then cleaning the mess I made.

If 5 years of this isn’t enough then I don’t know what is…