Sasha
I press my gun to the back of Louis’s neck and breathe out through the black linen of my mask. My heart is pounding, my body is taut with adrenaline, and it feels like my mind is floating somewhere above me. God, is this really happening?
It’s been years since I swore to myself that I would kill Louis Messina, it’s been years-and finally, he’s in my hands. I lick my lips. Damn, what a powerful feeling.
“Okay, okay, I got it,” he says all of a sudden, speaking over the hum of cars on the bridge, and slowly raises his hands above his head. “I’m gonna behave, I promise.”
I can’t help but huff under my breath. He promises, huh? As if his words can be trusted.
“See? My hands are empty.”
Louis even wiggles his hands a little, but I press my gun deeper into his skin, forcing him to stop. I don’t like his little jests, they always make him look like a clown. Isn’t he gonna try to save himself? I would enjoy watching him beg for mercy much more than putting up with his stupid, ever-confident persona once again.
“Alright, you don’t like it, I see.” Louis clears his throat and moves his head to the side as if trying to catch a glimpse of me. “Well then, what do you like? Tell me what you want, and then-”
As soon as I see that he’s trying to turn around, I grab his wrist and twist it behind his back, making him yelp in pain and surprise. He obediently bends forward to save his arm from injury and make it easier for me to control him. This goddamn bastard thinks he can do whatever he wants, huh?
I purse my lips, keeping words of anger and mockery from slipping out, and kick Louis’s ankles, forcing him to drop to his knees. That way, my gun isn’t touching his skin, but I make sure to keep it close enough that Louis can feel my presence behind him.
“You could’ve just told me, you know? I don’t mind getting my pants dirty.” He tries to glance at me again, sounding like a displeased child, but I hit the back of his head with my gun. His pretty eyes don’t work on me anymore. “Goddamnit-Okay, you don’t want me to look at you, got it. What do you want, then? Can you talk?”
I can, but I don’t want to. Even with the mask muffling my voice, I’m worried that Louis may recognize it, and that’s the last thing I need right now. Although, I have him already, so why does it matter?
In fact, I kinda like the idea of looking into his eyes as I kill him. I want to see his surprise when I take off my mask. I want him to know that the girl he so easily broke nine years ago is strong enough to get back at him.
I don’t move for a few seconds, thinking about it, and Louis audibly sighs and tilts his head. “Well, have you made up your mind? I can’t spend the whole night here, it’s getting chilly.”
Oh, shut up, I want to snap back at him, but I bite my tongue at the last moment and only push his head with my gun. It’s not enough to hurt him, but I can hear Louis huff under his breath. He doesn’t like his position, I know it, and it fills my heart with a wicked kind of pleasure. I push him again, and Louis grumbles under his breath but remains in his place.
So he does know how to be a good boy, huh? I chuckle at the thought and, following the smoldering urge to see this bastard’s face, step forward. My gun is fixed on him, and when I come to a stop right in front of Louis, it’s aiming right at his forehead. Ah, what a satisfying sight.
Even in the blue shadows of dusk, I can see his face clearly, and something in my chest tightens when I realize just how little he has changed since the last time I saw him so close. Of course, his Italian features-olive skin, dark eyes, and sharp facial lines-haven’t changed at all. His square jaw is even more pronounced now that he doesn’t have the messy stubble of a twenty-year-old, and his frame has widened over the years.
Louis looks like a more mature and handsome copy of his young self, and as soon as I catch the pulse of heat in my chest, I clench my jaw.
God, how many girls has he lured over the years? At least they only got away with broken hearts, not ruined lives and butchered families.
While I’m studying him, I see that Louis is eyeing me back, probably trying to calculate my next move. My face is covered with a mask, my hair is hidden under the hood of my jacket, and after nine years apart I doubt he can recognize my figure. He can see my eyes, though, and when our eyes meet, Louis’s gaze lingers and he frowns.
Shit. I bite my lip, barely stopping myself from looking away. He may remember me, but…I’m not the only person with green eyes in Chicago, okay?
“So,” Louis drawls, and I tense up from inside, expecting him to call my name. “Are you ready to talk now? I mean, it’s not like you just want to kill me. You had a pretty good chance at doing that even before I noticed you, so I guess you want something from me. What is it? Let me guess…”
Louis keeps blabbering, but I take my mind off this background noise and focus on the gun in my hand. He’s right-I could’ve killed him right away, but I didn’t even think about it. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly, I wanted to savor the moment I’d been waiting to experience for so long.
Louis Messina is completely in my power. Isn’t that worth taking a moment to enjoy?
But he’s right-it’s time to get it over and done with. I grip my gun tighter, take a deep breath-trying to calm my frantic heartbeat-and focus on Louis. I want to see his eyes widen in shock and the blood pour down his face. I want to give him a taste of my pain. I want to hurt him, I want to kill him, I want to, I-