𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝟔𝟑| 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢

I was waiting in a van parked in the parking lot of a restaurant near the place of the mission. Tom managed to adjust the camera footage, and if he wasn't wrong, they should disarm the club's guards right now, take their clothes off and acquire their position. I was preparing for the release of Andrea. Otto, meanwhile, was waiting for...I don't even know.

„What exactly are you planning to do?" I asked. „Not that I mind that you're out of the whole action, because at least you stay safe, but-"

„I'm waiting for the right opportunity," he replied.

„A right opportunity for what?" I didn't leave him alone. Otto seemed to overheard the question. He spread his lips to a wide smile, rubbed his hands, and hid his weapon behind his jacket. „Who gave you the gun?!" I watched my friend approach the car that stopped near the Amore building. I was sure it was a Mustang car. Probably the number 428 or 429. Otto stood beside the driver's seat. I craned my neck, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see what was going on. „For God's sake, Otto," I said as I saw the man, who sat in the car, getting out, throwing his jacket to Otto, and running away, leaving his baby on four wheels behind.

I checked the cartridge of my weapon, then I ran my fingers through my hair while looking at my own face in the mirror. I tried to pretend I didn't feel anything. If I can convince myself that I have no feelings, I will feel no pain.

„It's not just about using a weapon, Ria. Anyone can learn to shoot," I remembered Lucifer's words. „You have to become a weapon, too. And it's important to remember that...Weapons. Don't. Fucking. Cry." I closed my tired eyelids.

I sat snuggled on the cold ground in my father's armory with my head down, wanting nothing but to disappear. Dissolve. Not to be the daughter of Lucifer O'Donnell. Just not exist.

I heard my father's voice clearly in my right ear. Even though he wasn't really with me, and it was just a figment of my imagination, I got goosebumps. I experienced it in the same way I did when it happened. I was eleven years old and was devastated by who I was and by what I was expected to be. I didn't do well at school that day, I had an argument with my mother and to make it even worse - I let my father down. I couldn't hit a single target. I felt like one big failure.

„You have it in your own self - it's in your bones, in your blood," my father continued as I tasted the bitterness of my own tears. One tear fell directly on the weapon. I wished this little drop could make the gun disappear so that I would never have to take it into my hands again.

Well, look at me now – I was holding a gun like it was a lifeline and I was praying that it will save our asses. And in my father's words, I have found my encouragement, even though years ago I thought they were cruel. Sometimes we just grow up and do things we thought we wouldn't do. Which we sometimes didn't want to do.

„You have it in your own self - it's in your bones, in your blood," I repeated again and again, like a mantra. I opened the van door and walked. It's in my bones...I boldly walked towards Otto...in my blood...

Don't feel and become a weapon.

„Ria, is everything okay?" Otto was worried. He was wearing a plaid white and black jacket. It was too wild for my taste, but it suited him.

I nodded. Don't feel and become a weapon.

"Everything is fine. Let's save Andrea and kick some asses," I clenched my teeth, grabbed Otto by his shoulder and we entered the club together.