"I'll... I'll do it." She whispered, her eyes glossy with tears. This was the last thing she wanted to do... but she knew for sure if she didn't, Roman really would follow through with his threat. Zadia's hand trembled as she lifted her hand to take the gun. "I'll do it." She said more firmly this time. She's the one that did the damage... therefore she had to face the consequences... even if it meant killing someone...
Roman chuckled humorlessly. "The best gotdamn choice you've made all night. Who would've ever known." He said passing her the gun.
"No! Please don't do this, I've got a kid a home." The injured man pleaded. "She's only ten."
Roman frowned. "Shut that shit up." He said, stomping on the man's hand. "Were you thinking about your daughter when I told you let's talk?" He asked and the man groaned. "I didn't fucking think so!" Roman looked at Zadia who held the gun awkwardly. He rolled his eyes and sighed. They had gone over target practice once and she had yet to learn anything. "Grip the fucking gun like your life depends on it." She followed his directions. "Now web between your trigger finger and thumb to be as high as possible on the grip. Fix your posture, legs straight, and focus on your sight." He instructed. "And when you're ready, take a deep breath and shoot the fucking dumbass in the head."
Zadia held in her breath just long enough to get her hands to stop trembling. She focused on her sight, just like Roman had said, and blinked away her tears... And when she was ready, she fired the shot, letting out a gasp, when she saw the bullet in his head... the life leaving his beady his eyes. His posture was rigid, blood from the headshot wound dripping to his temple. "I...I killed him." Zadia stuttered, her voice shaky. She looked down at her hands in disbelief. "He's... he's dead."
"He is," Roman said, no expression in his voice. He took the gun from her and put it back into his waistband. "Let's go." He said, grabbing the paintings and walking towards the door on the right. He unlocked it and swung it open... holding it for her to pass this time. Zadia was busy focusing on her hands to notice though. She had just killed someone... she couldn't believe it. She'd never imagine doing something like that.
They walked quietly in the rain again. The sound of their footsteps trailing in the rain. "Took you guys long enough," Lynn exclaimed, an umbrella in her hands, keeping her from the rain's wrath. She was leaning against the Lincoln, her arms crossed. It took her some time to get here because she had to catch an Uber, after a much-heated call from Roman a while back. He had cursed her out for allowing Zadia to leave the house, which she responded with; "She's a grown-ass woman and isn't part of my responsibility to look after her. You brought her here, you deal with her bullshit." Somewhere in their heated conversation, he had convinced her to come get the car, and now here she was.
"What's she doing here?" Zadia asked, looking up from her hand.
"She's here to take the car back," Roman said, handing Lynn over the keys to the Lincoln that he took from Zadia earlier. "You're riding with me. We've got another stop to make." He unlocked his car and Zadia quickly opened the passenger door and settled into the passenger seat, without putting up a fight.
"She looks like shit," Lynn commented.
"First kill. Cortez had his guys inside." Roman stated simply. They both knew how a first kill could change a person's mood drastically. "Thanks for picking up the car."
Lynn shrugged. "No problem, just don't yell at me like that again." Her eyes snapped towards a silent Zadia and she sighed. "Go easy on her for a while... she seems like the type who can't take the heat."
ChApTeR 8 Pt. 2
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