Bound to you

14: Smile

" i miss your lips against my skin. it was my distraction "

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| Notes |

POTENTIAL TW: this chapter involves killing / assassinations. the scenes aren't that descriptive and fairly simple, so i won't mark them. however, because it may be a potential TW to someone, please be aware of them throughout this chapter.

| Diana La Rossi |

Emotions are a funny thing. They make you feel alive, then destroy you later on. They make you feel that sweet adrenaline that heightens your feelings, only to make you bury yourself in them later.

Funny thing indeed.

I adjust the microphone in my ear and pull up my hood, silently moving between the corners of the hall. The room is dark, and the whole team is wearing night vision glasses, which makes things slightly more visible.

"West hallway clear," I announce, shifting my fingers on the trigger of my gun.

"East hallway clear. Go in," a voice speaks through the mic, Carlson.

"We gonna make a show, Carlson?" I grin, opening the door and slipping inside silently. The room is decorated with a bunch of furniture, and in the middle of it all is our targets, a group of people.

"Hell yeah. I see you across the room. Ready?" His British accent laces his tone, which has me a grinning mess.

"Ready."

We go opposite ways and my eyes notice the small cameras that whirr, knowing very well Sofia's behind them, listening on their conversations. I see Lorenzo next to Carlson, and he gives me a wave to which I respond with a nod. The floor creaks underneath my feet and I curse, tumbling to the left. The creak draws their attention and I press myself against the wall, hoping they can't see me.

"Compromised," I mumble.

"Hold on, I'm coming," a low voice responds. Alessandro.

"Ты это слышал?" One of them whispers, loud enough for me over the tormenting silence. (Did you hear that?)

The other men nod stiffly, and begin walking towards me, their weapons drawn. My breathing slows and I push the knife into my palm, the feeling of the familiar blade the only thing that makes me feel safe right now.

"Hurry," I plead, and he sighs into the microphone.

In seconds, his hands touch my shoulder and I raise my arms up, his fingers coiling around my wrists. Alessandro grunts and pulls me up as the men hurry to expect the corner, and by the time they arrived I'm already gone. Alessandro's hands settle on my waist as he helps me shuffle away from the wall, and he's quick to arrange the floorboards back to their original state.

"Thank you," I whisper, and he nods.

"Thank me tomorrow, when your still alive," he grins before his finger raises to his earpiece. "Situation taken care of, proceed."

I watch as Lorenzo and Carlson spread around my room, and I take out the sniper that rests heavily on back. I prop it on my knee and aim for one of their heads, my finger hovering just above the trigger.

"Now," Carlson whispers, and I shoot.

The man falls to the floor with a loud huff as Lorenzo and Carlson take two men, leaving four alive. I grab one of my blades and throw them at another's head, satisfied when he successfully falls to the floor.

Once they all have been eliminated Alessandro leads me across the room through the upstairs floor, where a door is hidden within the ceiling. He pressed it upwards and moves it along, revealing a small hole one could fit through. His fingers dig into my skin as he raised me upwards, and I grab the tiles, lifting myself further.