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ARES RUSSO

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ARES RUSSO

I arrive to the apartment and it's dead silence. The lights are switched off and the fridge is still open. The only source of light in the dark apartment.

How many times do I have to say to close the fridge properly when your finished using it? It's not that difficult. I drop my bag on the counter and close the refrigerator door. I walk back out of the kitchen and go to my room. I immediately take my clothes off and hop into the shower. The shower water crashing onto my skin with lukewarm temperature. I turn around and let the water hit my back.

I switch the shower off and immediately wrap my towel around my waist. I open my bathroom cabinets and take my gun out. I check the bullets before softly and quietly shutting it back. I slide the top back, make sure my towel is tightly wrapped around my waist and slowly walk out of the bathroom. No one is in my room. I open the door slowly, not to draw attention to myself. A small crash happens in a distance, I know it's that antique vase Gia got for Jessica. The weight, the distance and the silent curse word that strings through the air. Not from my lips, the lips of the other stranger in my home.

I raise the gun infront of me and slowly walk out. I see this person walking down to Jessica's room. I take a shot for his shoulder. More strings of curses, other people. A bullet flies by my face and I'm staring it in the face before I take cover for my bedroom door. The bullet shatters through the window which invites the cold air inside.

"L-l-look man, we don't want to fight."

What an odd thing to say? I come out and take two shots. I can't see where they go but they got hurt. The evidence is laying on the floor in red. Another shot rings through the air and I don't know where it comes from but a piercing pain shoots through my shoulder. I wince and touch my shoulder to ease the pain but I feel liquid forming on my hands.

"Shit, I-I-I didn't mean it."

I raise my gun with my injured arm and shoot towards the voices. I wince with each shot. The door opens and a scream ripples through the air. I walk to slam the door.

I see my keys dangling from the lock. Must have forgotten to lock the door. I quickly lock the door and throw my keys somewhere, I don't know where.

"Lights on." I wince and the lights come on. I look at the wound and see the bullet just barely at the brim of my skin. This needs Dom.

I go back to the bathroom and check for the first aid kit. I take a seat on the toilet and take out the antiseptic bottle, I grab a cotton ball and dab some antiseptic on the ball. I don't waste time in placing the cotton ball filled with antiseptic on the wound. It fucking hurts but what can I do about it? Once I'm done cleaning it, I wrap a bandage around my shoulder.

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