My Girl Got a Gun?! (Romance X Action X Comedy) [COMPLETED]

PROLOGUE - GRAY

10 years later.

                Kinalabit ko ang hawak kong Magnum Riffle.

                “Target approaching.” Sabi ko sa radio habang inilalagay ko ang silencer sa baril ko.

                “Target para sa araw na ito si, Eric Gamboa, isang corrupt politician who uses smuggled drugs which is Arma Fiamme Morte’s properties and harbors all its profits. The Organization discovered this, and they wanted him dead. Ayaw nila ng mga traydor.” A voice spoke from the other side of the radio.

“Target confirmed.” Ipinuwesto ko ang baril ko sa may butas dito sa taas ng abandonadong building.

                “Target Locked.” Huling misyon ko na to sa araw na to. Mamaya pagkatapos nito, tutuparin na ni Don Miguel Fontana, the Arma Fiamme Morte’s  Boss, my Boss, ang ano mang hihilingin ko. It was privilege to grant a member serving the family for ten years of any wish they want. And I definitely want that one right now.

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                Sinipa ko ang pinto sa harap ko. Usual ko nang bati sa mga tao dito sa loob ng den, madalas itong  puntahan ng mga tao ni Don Miguel kapag nakatapos na ng misyon para magreport o kailangan ng trabaho.

                “Red! Andito ka na pala!”

                “Tapos na ang misyon mo Red?”

                “Hey there, Red Darling.”

                “Ilang ulo na naman ang pinasabog mo ngayon Red?”

 

                Mukhang lang itong  ordinaryong paluging bar mula sa mga tao sa labas para itago ang ano mang mga anomalya nangyayari dito sa loob. Amoy pinaghalong pawis, alak, gunpowder at  bakal ng baril ang sasalubong sa iyo pagpasok mo. As usual maingay pa din ang mga tao dito, idagdag mo pa ang music.

                Napaupo ako sa counter, umorder ng gin, at tinali mahaba kong buhok. It was red, and I like it, I dyed it to match my favorite color, and that’s where my name came from.

                “Red! Akala ko ngayon ang araw na pupunta ka ng headquarters?” A young man sat by my side at pasimpleng kinapa ang likuran ko.

                Napaismid lang ako. I grabbed my swiss knife from my pocket and dug it on the counter which made his eyes grew wide.

                “At ngayong araw din ihahayin yang ulo mo sa plato if you don’t remove your shit of a hand from my ass.” I glared at him. As I thought, baguhan to kaya ganito maka-asta. Hindi niya siguro alam tong Don’t-touch-Red-if-you-don’t-want-your-hand-chopped-off policy. I don’t know all the people here, but they know me, and they have too, I’m the right hand of the Boss, and I’m just sure they just want a seat up there too, kaya ganito makadikit.

                “Shoo!”  He eyed me a deadly glance as I give him with my piercing glare. He was pissed. Good. Aside from spilling blood, seeing someone pissed and wanting to kill me was just some fetish I picked up while I’m at this kind of work.

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                “ No.” Don Miguel slammed his fist on the table.

                “ But why? I thought you’ll grant any of my wish. And I definitely want my freedom right now.” I slammed my gun on his work table and papers flew off.

                “The Rosario clan have served the Fontana Family for Five Generations! They’re our best men, you’re my best man! I couldn’t let you go that easily.”

                “Damn Ancestors swearing loyalty, even dragging me into this.” Yes, Later on, I learned na ang pamilya pala ng mga Rosario ang Limang dekada nang tumatayong Hitman para sa mga Fontana, at malas ko, Rosario ang apelyido ko, at nag-iisang Rosario na lang na natitira.

                “And knowing you Red, I knew you picked up some enemy or two out there, who want you dead, even if you’re out of the Organization.”

                Don Miguel knew me too well. Para na siyang pangalawang ama sa akin, siya ang gumastos sa pam-paaral sa akin, gave me an apartment, and treated me like a father would treat his daughter. In short, he was my father for all this 14 years I spent trying to kill people.

                We stared at each other for a while and trying to calm down. Don Miguel just sighed.

                “OK. Ok. Just grant me this one last request and I’ll give you you’re freedom, even enough money to start your new life.”

                I stared at him. As much as I want to say something, I’m still suspicious to badmouth him. And I know, his eccentricity is starting to act up again. I should just trust him if I want to be out of this quickly.

                “Ok. What is it my old man?” He grinned as called my endearment to him.

                “Gray is coming home today from his 14 year stay in Italy.”

                “So?”  I raised my eyebrow.

                “Ensure the safety of my son.”

                I place my gun at my holster. “Piece of cake.” I smirked.

                And with that he grinned like he won a jackpot.