She's Mine

Chapter 4 - Alessandra

I got myself a new mission pretty easily. I would soon realize that it was a way too easy.

I study the location in detail looking for multiply different possible fast escape routes. There was no way in hell I was going to be caught. I was going to succeed this time, no matter what it took. I mapped out my plan perfectly reviewing it multiple times over and over again. I visited the location during the day to get a feel for the place. I very rarely did this but like I said there was no fucking way I was going to fail. Again. I was prepared. So, I took the leap. Nothing what out of the ordinary just another mission, I completed it fairly quicker than normal. Realizing soon there had been no casualties. That was way too simple. No casualties at my level were not common.

Oh shit.... I fucked it up.

In a matter of mear seconds, I'm surrounded. Are you fucking kidding me again, how the fuck do you mess up twice Al? I had nowhere to go. Guards stood around me allowing me only one method of escape which happened to be the way I dreaded the most. Going up. Well, Fuck here goes nothing.

I press the line attached to my waist and swing through the air you to the top widow. Instantly the shooting starts. For the military they sucked. Well, most of them. I got shot about three or four times in my abdomen. However, the adrenaline pumping helped cover all the pain I would normally feel.

I held pressure on my wounds as I ran on the roof watching the police cars surround the building. I began climbing back into the building allowing my thoughts to destroy my mind with panic and disappointment. It was a tack tik I learned from a mentor of mine. Once you make a big escape no one expects you to go back to where you escaped. So I did and I followed a similar and more efficient way of escape. It was the best way out that would allow me to go undetected given the circumstances of my physical state.

I rushed to the underground, trying to get home as soon as possible before I pass out. Blood was seeping through my shirt at a constant rate. The pressure I had barely made a difference, but I refuse to ask for help, the only person I knew in this god damn town was Aarons and there was no way I am asking him for assistance. I didn't need him before why would I need him now.

As I got to my house, I rounded the block a few times before entering. I practically crashed on the floor right there. I was tired and weak. I felt my eyelids get heavier and heavier by the moment. I had to stop the bleeding soon or I would not live. I refuse to die in such a lame-ass way it's pathetic and lowkey disgraceful.

I go directly to the bathroom lifting my shirt to see the damage done to my abdomen. It was bad. I'm like 95% sure that you could see my kidney but it was just covered by the unbelievable amount of blood. I reach up for the first aid kit on top of the mirror. I hiss in pain as I reach the top shelf. Taking a shit ton of pain meds, I see something in the corner of the mirror. This dickhead.

I whip my head around to see the dumbass himself Aaron standing in the doorway watching me carefully and creepily. I instantly drop down my shirt covering the wound refusing to accept any type of pity from him.

"Rough night... huh.?" Aaron starts.

I just stared at him blankly. How the fuck did he get in.

"What happened?" he says sternly peering deep into my soul.

I try hard to contain my angry but as always, it's impossible. "Nothing happened. Now can you get the fuck out? I don't need you to babysit me" I am so angry I'm close to yelling at this point.

He rolls his eyes at me like a teenage girl. I'm going to lose my shit soon.

"Stop lying" He replies his tone angry and impatient