It started with a whisper... {COMPLETED}

Chapter 17 - Life or death part 2

I walked to him and stared him directly in the eyes. 

"No guns, only knives"

I saw him drop his gun and pull out a pocket knife and placed it against my neck, I smirked and pulled a fold-out knife from within my bra and opened it under his chin, cutting it slightly.

"It'll be a game of chase, 10-second head start"

I nodded at what he said and ran out the door, I climbed up the stairs to the second floor, I looked out the window as I ran past and saw tom sitting on the car bonnet with his head buried in his hand. I looked back and heard a creepy laugh, he was here he'll be here soon. 

"Oh, grim~ where are you hiding~"

I continued to run till I reached the end of the hallway, I looked out the window and saw a building connecting to it, I sighed and stood upon the ledge. 

"GRIM?"

I looked to my right and saw Quade standing there, I tied a rope to the end of a metal pipe. I froze and looked behind me, to see Nathaniel standing there with a psychotic smile on his face, he raised his arm above his head and held a knife in it. I turned back to look at the boys and I saw Tom standing next to Quade looking at me wide-eyed, I took a deep breath and jumped from the window, the air ruffled my hair I felt a sharp pain past my arm, I looked at where the pain was and saw blood drip down my arm, I ignored it and threw the pole at the wall, it stabbed the concrete wall and I grabbed the rope and swung down. I planted my feet on the tiles and ran, I froze and stepped back. Nathaniel stood in front of me. I pulled out a knife from under my skirt, I planted my feet firmly on the roof and let the wind sweep through my hair. 

"Oh jellybean, such an awful way for you to die"

I looked at the boys, Tom and Quade started running towards the building I was on, I turned back to Nathaniel. I tightened the grip around my handle and dragged my finger along the blade of the knife, The boys stood in between us, their heads darting from Nathaniel to me. I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, I pictured my family standing over my grave, my father losing his only daughter, my brothers never being the same again, my friends drinking their sorrows away, Tom... I don't think he'll care. I opened my eyes and stared at Nathaniel. If I die, I would've failed my mission, my spot as a mafia leader would be taken by... Charles. I took a deep breath and shouted, not caring if it was in Italian or not. 

"pugnalami, ti sfido a fare la cagna, non hai il cazzo di coraggio per uccidermi"
(stab me I dare you to bitch, you don't have the fucking guts to kill me)

"Grim! Language!"

I looked at Quade and I saw Toms's mouth fall open I stared back at Nathaniel and flipped my knife, I caught the blade and threw it at his throat, the cold metal edge of the knife sunk into his neck, he fell to his knees and I walked up to him grabbing his chin and making him look at me. 

"I tuoi deboli proprio come tuo padre"
(you're weak, just like your father)

I stood up and walked to the boys grabbing both of them and throwing off the roof, I threw a rope down to them and watched as they caught it, I tied the end of it to a beam and slid down myself, I walked back to the car and sat on the bonnet, I looked at Tom and he spoke up.

"You're Italian?"

"No... I speak Italian, Blair taught me since we hung out quite a bit when I was younger"

I lied i am Italian, I just don't want people knowing that.

"Oh, sounds cool"

I watched as Quade and Danny drive off in Nathaniel's car, I looked back at Tom and smiled at him. he stepped forward and stood between my legs, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, his hands found their place on my waist, I leant my forehead on his and laughed. 

"I'm happy that you're safe, Grim"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his neck, his hand massaged my cheek, I looked up at him and leant in. Our lips met and I melted into it becoming completely vulnerable to him, my hands ran through his messy brown hair getting tangled in it, his hands slid around my back pulling me closer, we pulled away and I leant my forehead back on his. 

"Grim?"

"Yes, Thomas?"

"Two questions. One, Are you going to be at the mafia ball? and two, what is your connection to the mafia?"