Existence

62.

   It's half past 2 now. We're coming soon, Kinsley. Just hold on a little longer.

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THIRD PERSON POV

  Four rolled around for the Italians faster than they could say kill. They were all prepared. Not only to kill both Greyson and the Russians, whom they've been trying to get for years, they also will finally get Kinsley back.

Without Kinsley the family can't stay afloat. She is their pride and joy. They're way of living. It might seem untrue. Because how can a person affect someones life in such a powerful manner?

Kinsley was the type of person to help everyone even if she was hurting herself. She wouldn't let anyone be alone, even if they had fucked up in her books.

They all loved Kinsley. I mean hell, who couldn't? Even Keaton fell in love with her only after a week of knowing her.

They loaded up into many vans, deciding it was best to split everyone up. They brought a little over 100 of their most skilled men. The Russians weren't smart, but they upgraded a little from the last time that the family tried to end them.

They rolled up to the house they had been dreading. Would they be prepared enough to see the sight of their precious sister. How she would look, how she would act, how she would feel?

4:30. The time they had all been waiting for. "Ok. Everyone ready?" One would ask through the earpiece Jhett had made.

"Lets kill some Russian fucks." Keaton said, opening the van door. He started shooting whoever she saw. Man, female, they were all the same to him. The only thing that mattered to him at this specific moment in time, was getting her.

Meanwhile in the basement of the three story house, Greyson, along with a couple of the Russians were throwing things in bags.

"Somebody go grab Kinsley. Make sure she stays tied up. I have a plan." The leader spoke. A couple of his men nodded and took off down the stairs. Not even 2 minutes later, Kinsley was being batted around by the four men.

"Greyson. Go upstairs. Get all of our shit." The leader said. He had a special plan in mind. One that would hurt Greyson if he had seen it.

"Show yourselves of we will come in." One of the Italians yelled from outside. All of the Russians that had been keeping a lookout on the outside, were now dead. Every, single, one of them.

They had no remorse for killing them either.

The men on the inside spoke in russian, yelling at each other as Kinsley stood confusedly. "You have about 2 seconds before we come in." They yelled from the outside.

Suddenly, the front door opened, revealing Kinsley. She was pushed to the ground, the Russians yelling orders to her.

Keatons eyes grew wide at the sight of his soulmate. Broken and bruised, dried blood, and much more.

The Russian leader showed himself. His gun to the side of him. "I have yet been payed by your father, Matteo. I took your most prized possession because he has mine." He said.

They sat silently, listening to the sick fuck as he stood behind Kinsley. "So, since I have yet to get my possessions back, in which I don't think I will ever receive, you won't be getting yours." He said, raising the gun to the back of Kinsleys head.

She shut her eyes tight. This was her wish, after all. To finally let go. Finally feel free from all the pain and sorrow she has been put through.

He pulled the trigger and she slumped to the ground. This was her wish. From the beginning of her life to what was her last moments, all she felt was pain.

Guns went blazing as men fell, left and right.

Kinsley wanted two things for her final moments. To finally be free from pain, but to have a happy ending.

But like most stories, not every princess has a happy ending...

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Crying in da club right now.

My poor baby.

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<3 K