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"What the fu-" Lily's words get whipped away when I grab ahold of her arm and hurry out of the room.
The sound of shooting covers the house, talented shooting as well. We're on the third floor, meaning that if this is an attack I have about 30 seconds to get Lily safe before it's too late.
I march into my room in the far corner of the hallway and despite Lily's efforts to get away from me, I push her inside. I see a frame of her confused face before turning around. "What the hell is going on? Hey! What are you doi-!"
I shut the door in her face, locking it. There's a war going on downstairs and the last thing I need is her distracting me.
She seems to be particularly good at that.
"Parla con me, Marino." I take out my radio from my pocket, and as I speak I reach for one of my guns sitting against my waist, then the other one strapped around my ankle.
(Talk to me, Marino.")
Not getting an answer makes me miss how the gunfire slowly dies down, that's until I walk into my living room to see the absolute last thing I would have expected.
Alejandro Garcia, the new Don of the Spanish mafia. Young, stupid, naive. You name it.
6 guards stand next to him, 3 on each side, all armed to the teeth. They're each pointing guns at my security. The ones that they aren't aiming at either lie dead, or are about to be.
"Alejandro, I have to say I'm impressed." I approach him with steady steps. Watching his irritation grow as I finish my sentence.
Another thing about Alejandro Garcia is that he hates getting made fun of, doesn't matter if it's sarcastic, false, true. He'd kill because of it.
"I mean 6 Spanish men armed as if it were world war managing to get into a house with 10 security guards. This must be important." His hands curl into fists and his eyes narrow as he stares at me with pure hatred.
He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself before he speaks. "Tell us where Amara Willson is, or we'll blow every single person in here's head off. Starting with yours." His hand rises from his side, gripping onto a gun as if his life depended on it. It does.
A deep chuckle escapes me "It seems you've got the wrong twin. I have no knowledge of Amara's whereabouts and sadly neither does my brother." Finding her would be a piece of cake, but it's during times like this that not knowing could be safer. At least until we deal with their bullshit.
Alejandro cocks his gun at the same time as two of his men shoot two of mine, redirecting their aim towards me. "I don't think so, Hernandez."
I sigh, cuffing up the sleeves of my white dress shirt. "Well that's a shame." I pause, looking him straight in the eye as I speak my next words. "It would be a shame for anything to happen to your sweet baby sister, hm?"
Elena Garcia
The Spanish mafia's last hope.
Alejandro freezes. Barely anyone knows about her, if they did, and something happened to her. It would be the end of their mafia.
"Bullshit." He snarls, and I watch with a smirk as his grip on the gun becomes shakier and shakier.
I stare at him with my mouth closed. There's no point in saying anything to defend myself. If I wanted to have someone executed, I could do it with the snap of my fingers.
Alejandro knew this, which is why he called of his men in a matter of seconds, their guns lowered as they left in defeat.
I now have two big problems on my hands.
One of them being how the Spanish have just decided to declare a fucking war.
And the other one being a certain blonde currently throwing a fit in my bedroom.
Which one will be more difficult to deal with I'm not sure about.
I open the door to my bedroom, met by the sight of Lily, laying in my bed as she watches something on a phone. My phone.
"How the fuck did you get into my phone." I walk towards her as I speak, but she doesn't reply nor does she even look up at me.
This continues all the way until I'm standing just a few feet away from her. "Lily."
She looks up, putting the phone down on the bed."Oh sorry, couldn't hear you. I think those SHOTS may have damaged my hearing. You remember the hundreds of gunshots blasting around your living room like a fucking slaughter a few seconds ago?" she makes sure to empathize her words as much as she can.
I wait a few seconds for her to breathe before answering calmly. "It was nothing." A pause, and with a simple gesture of my fingers I say, "Come here."
She questions listening to me for a few seconds, her gaze drifting back and forward in uncertainty before lifting the covers and taking a few small steps towards me, her arms are crossed
and she still doesn't look too impressed. She stops just before me, waits.
Even already knowing that she's okay, by instinct, my eyes scan her body to make sure.
Lily doesn't do anything but nervously stand there, and I hear when her breathing gradually starts to speed up when I reach her face.
All it takes is a second, just a second of my gaze drifting away for her to use it to her advantage.
Her hand sneaks around her back, and when it reaches back out my eyes widen in shock.
In those couple of minutes I left her here, she's not only managed to steal my phone and somehow unlock it.
But also found the fucking gun I have stashed in some random drawer.
Her actions catch me so off guard that I don't even know what to say when she points the gun directly at my face.
She holds on to the weapon like it's her comfort, she squeezes it hard, so hard that her knuckles go white and her hand starts trembling.
Going through something like this for the first time isn't easy, especially if you grew up around violence.
Which is why I let her do it, I let her point the gun at me. If she needs to feel like she's in control of something, that's okay.
Because if there's anything she has over me?
it's control.
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