Ephemeral

Chapter 23

He shot him.

He hurt my brother.

I'm gonna kill him.

I followed him into a dark valley.

"You know, a girl shouldn't be out here alone."

"The man shouldn't have hurt her brother." I snarled.

I turned 360. And followed his voice.

"Come on out. Don't you wanna kill the girl? She's right here."

"Why would I? My job is done."

"And what's that supposed to be?"

"To hurt you."

"You wanna know something?" I said in a low voice.

"What?"

"You talked too much."

I wrestling him onto the ground, kicking his gun away.

He threw a punch at me.

He's scared. His punches didn't even do any damage.

I cut him with my dagger. Not too deep of course.

I walked up to him as he backed onto the wall.

"Please don't hurt me." He whimpered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I held a knife an inch away from his neck.

"Who. Sent. You."

"Please don't hurt me."

I should just kill him.

"I was just doing my job. Don't hurt me please."

"You should have thought twice before hurting my brother." I smirked.

I slice my dagger down his throat. Not so deep of course.

He wouldn't die that easily.

He gagged.

I stabbed him again and again.

He shot my brother.

I sliced him open from head to toe and stabbed him again.

I swear if anyone ever touches any of my brothers, I will give them a horrible and slow death.

I lost time playing with him until someone's arms wrapped around me.

I held the dagger up to defend myself but the attacker was faster.

My dagger flew and hit the wall in the distance.

"Valencia. It's me. It's Wyatt."

I fought myself off this gripped and grabbed my dagger.

I started stabbing the man again.

"Valencia. Lucia. Princess. He's dead."

"He shot Antonio."

"I know. I saw."

He took the dagger away from me.

"But he's dead now."

I stared at the dead body.

"No one would have survived that shit you did."

He tugged on my hand.

"Come on. Let's go."

I followed him back to the French Mansion.

He was talking on the phone. Probably with Matteo.

I went to the nearest man and took off his mask. 

Sad life dude. Your friends left you. 

I stood frozen.

It can't be.

"Harry." I whispered.

He looked up at me. He was dying. Why aren't I helping him. Oh right he helped hurt my brother. Screw him .I stared at him.

"Why?" I asked.

"They're alive." His whispered. "Gael and Mar.." he drift off as he stop breathing. 

That's one thing to said as your last word.  I know. I know. I should be sad for him. He was my principal, my friend. But he hurt my brother. No one can be forgiven for doing that.

"Hey I just- Erm Valencia? You okay?"

Why the hell was he helping the bad side???

"Valencia?"

"I-I'm fine. What were you saying?"

"I just talked to Matteo. He'll get someone to clean the valley. They're at the mafia hospital."

Wyatt linked his pinky with mine as he drove.