A/N: Hey this is my new story *rolls eyes*... Yeah I know you can see. I've had this little plot bunny at the back of my head and couldn't shake it out, so I just wrote it. Thanks to the ladies on Facebook and my lovely beta/pre-reader Shasta53 for encouraging me to actually post it, and thanks to Archer Ashenbert (RL) for supporting my love for the Mafia!
All human. Guns. Mobs. Hate. Revenge and a bitter-sweet journey to Hell. (And of course owns the characters! Oh and before I forget, I am slightly inclined to SRK, so don't mind me!)
The Dangerous Corner
I spotted a middle-aged man in a distance, sitting on one end of the seesaw and glancing at me occasionally. The park was empty, fortunately with no possibility of interference. It was still snowing quite badly, and I thanked God for it. I didn't have to endanger the lives of innocents this way. I quickly repositioned my hand so that it was easier to pull out my gun if the man tried to attack. His eyes were glued to my hands and he, too, pulled his hand inside the pocket of his jacket and prepared to take a shot. I calmed my nerves when I saw his hesitation. His muscles were tensed like he was holding onto the gun for dear life. He thought he could shoot me if he had to, but I knew better. He pulled his hand out of his pocket when he noticed my hand coming back to his view. He sighed in relief and kept staring at me. I glanced around the park, unnerved by his unwavering stare, searching for possible escape routes if any attack began.
My latest hit knew that I was coming for him and that made him want to finish me off even before I came close. I had been protecting my back for the past week, unable to concentrate on killing him, but today his hide-and-seek game would end.
I saw the man shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He was staring past me. His eyes widened for a bit and then he quickly turned to leave. I stiffened immediately and took in deep breaths to be ready for the pain. It never came. I was stunned into silence when I heard a familiar voice. No, not just any voice, but the voice of the man I had come to loathe with all my existence.
"Bella?" his voice was soft, almost a whisper. I didn't turn, trying to keep my heart in control as it thudded loudly against my chest. I took in a deep breath, and ignoring my heart, I turned to him with the coldest expression that I could manage.
I was shocked to see his face. It was still perfect with sharp features and undeniable beauty, but he seemed … younger. Though I hated him ardently, I couldn't help than be in awe of him. His velvety voice pulled me out of my thoughts again.
"Where have you been all this time?" he asked, false concern lacing his words. He was a perfect actor. Even if he spoke to someone with a smile, everyone knew that he was going to use him or her; his heart was cold and black.
I shrugged indifferently, making him wrinkle his nose.
"Where did you go?" he tried again, and I let out a snort. His eyes burned with curiosity as he locked his eyes with mine and tried to get his answers. I had learned with time how to keep him out of my head and not let anything related to him affect me, but facing him was so much harder. I could feel my shield crumpling as he kept on searching.
"Damn it!" I smiled victoriously to myself as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Speak to me!" he shook me and my composure broke. I saw red as I pushed him away from me and ground my teeth together to keep from shouting at him.
"None of your bloody business." An unknown emotion crosses his features, but before I could recognize it… it was gone. A cocky grin spread across his face and the only thought that came to my mind was that I was up for some serious torture.
"You haven't changed one bit, my kitten." His grin widened. Two memories from years before flitted through my mind. One made me want to rip his head apart and the other to kiss his smile right off his face, but ripping his head seemed to be more satisfying.
"If you call me that one more time, I will chop off your balls and feed them to your watch dogs, Anthony." He didn't comment because he knew I could do it. His eyes softened a bit and he pulled me into an embrace.
"I'm not Anthony for you, Bella. It's me … Edward."
I knew he wanted me to call him by his real name, but my cold heart forbade me from giving him any kind of comfort. I wanted to hurt him as much as I could; he was a criminal in every-ones' eyes, including mine.
I was too shocked to speak as he held me tightly against his chest. My body went limp, and my eyes blurred. I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. I took in another deep breath and accumulated all my control and pushed him away. He didn't let go, but I struggled until I broke free from his arms. He dropped his eyes to the ground and smiled. He was too confident, and I wasn't ashamed to say that I liked it.
I clenched my hands into fists as I tried to refrain from jumping him. I thought before I spoke out the words.
"I'm no different from any of those other people in the world. You prefer to be a man who is feared of. You are Anthony, a criminal that needs to be punished." My harsh words didn't make an effect on him, but he laughed wickedly.
"Still the same," he whispered and leaned down to kiss my cheek.
The sound of footsteps made me crouch into a defensive position with my gun waiting to be pulled out and used. I growled at him as I pointed the gun to his head.
"I knew it!"
"I don't think you see the clear image, Bella. They are trying to kill us," he said flatly. I groaned and looked him at the eyes. We both nodded in agreement as we silently decided between the two of us.
Both of us turned at the same time and our backs met. I pointed the gun at each of the men one at a time, making sure I got the ranges right.
"Seven against two?" the man who seemed to be the leader of the party spoke.
"Seems hardly fair for you," The cockiness was back in Edward's voice, and I couldn't help, but smile.
They all scowled at us, preparing to shoot.
"Now!" I heard him say and I aimed for their heads. I pulled the trigger three times, one after the other and saw the men fall heavily to the ground and coloring the white snowy ground in red. I heard four shots from behind me, and I knew that it was over.
Both of us turned to look at each other, just to check if the other was breathless, but we both smiled as we saw each other, clearly happy to have finished the job.
"Good shot," he said impressed.
"I have only ever missed one." The crooked grin spread over his face.
"You didn't fire that time." He leaned down brushing his lips across my neck, "We're still good together, my kitten." My lips tugged down into a grimace as his words pierced me like a thousand knives, and I hissed under my breath. I was not going to take any of that crap from him anymore about being together. He was either trying to make me mad or intentionally trying to delude me into believing that he didn't want to use me for his benefit.
"We were never together in the first place, Anthony." My voice seemed dead even to me. He faked a flinch, and I rolled my eyes. His acting meant nothing to me, but deep down I wanted him to suffer and make him feel something.
I would take anything he would offer. I had loved him once, and even if I denied the fact that I wasn't that girl, I couldn't escape the reality. I was that girl who couldn't shoot at him when her father was going to die. I was still that girl who would dive into the fire just to save him even if it meant that I had to ruin my chances of having a life.
Yes. I was pathetic.
"Maybe I have changed!" His eyes shined with humor as he spoke the words. I let out a guffaw, making him burst into a fit of laughter.
"Even if you try …" I began. Despite knowing that I didn't have to reply to his ridiculous words, I did. "A donkey remains a donkey and never miraculously turns into a horse."
"Really?" He grins mischievously.
I pointed the gun right at his head, making his eyes sparkle with amusement.
"Are you going to shoot me, baby?" I was seething by the time he finished the sentence. I pressed the gun harder to his forehead and tightened my hold on the trigger.
"Maybe I will," I said through my teeth. A devious smile replaced the amusement and before he could retaliate at me, the threat came out hastily. "Don't tempt me."
His eyes locked with mine for another long second and then he placed his hand right over mine and pulled it where he could clearly see it. He pressed his lips lightly on my wrist and then his eyebrows knit together in concentration. He recovered quickly and didn't even let me prepare for what came next. His hold on my wrist tightened and a dull ache spread across my arm.
"What the fuck is this?" His voice was deafening in the silence that surrounded us. I didn't even blink, but I was surprised. Was he becoming possessive?
He was a cold-hearted bastard.
"This is called a ring." My voice shook a bit. I rolled my eyes trying to control my scattered thoughts.
"Why?" His voice strained to keep from shouting again. In that moment, I wanted nothing but to hug him and keep him all to myself. I wanted to tell him that it was all a lie. Then suddenly Jacob's face flashed in my mind and my last memories of Edward Cullen came rushing in.
His provoking speeches and unreliable promises came to my mind first. Followed by the moment when he told me that he wanted me to be safe even if it cost him his life, and then after that, him leaving me injured and telling me that I was of no use to him any longer.
My blood started to boil when I realized that his current drama was all based on what he needed. Again, I was going to be a pawn in his planning and fight for him.
This time, no such thing would happen.
He silently waited for my answer, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Because he is a good man. He loves me." I smiled a bit remembering Jacob's bad jokes and proposal. He did love me very much.
"But you don't love him. You should be with the one you love!" His implication didn't go unnoticed by me. I clenched my fist in preparation to punch his pretty face hard enough to mutilate it.
"No. You should stay with the one who loves you, because they keep you happy and protected. And not use you," I spat out. His jaws clenched, and he tilted his face to look at me for one last time. He pulled out his phone and typed in the number.
"Clean up this mess," he ordered the person on the other side of the phone. I took that as the cue to leave.
"See you soon," he called from behind me, and I shook my head in frustration.
"I hope I never meet you again, Anthony." I turned around once again and walked till I was sure I was out of his view. I turned and saw him standing among three other men who nodded silently to what he was saying.
Relief washed over me soon after, telling me that I had successfully dodged a great danger. It told me that my concentration should be focused on Armando Francis, an illegal ammunition dealer who was in town. I had to kill him … tonight.
There was going to be no posing. No disguise. Just a bullet between his eyes.
As for Edward Cullen or should I call Anthony … He was going to die as soon as Jacob finds him. He never misses a shot, just like me.
A/N: I'm back! *hugs* All the mistakes are my own! I have weak eyes. *squints*
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