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They’d been paid, the situation finally handled between the Ten Rings and her father. It meant she could go home, despite the fact they had grown close during her stay. It hadn’t been expected or planned, but they did need to fulfill their end of the deal which meant she had to leave. So, he opted to bring her home as he was the one who had taken her from it in the first place. It had been a quiet ride from the compound to the air field where the coordinated ride would take them to her father. Of course they had men on the inside waiting to drive then. Andrei was used to having people in and out of his life, with a few constants. For someone who hadn’t been in it long, he had begun getting used to having her as a constant. Now, as was fashion with his life, she would be leaving it. Maybe that was why he had been so quiet the entire time they’d been on this little trip. Even as they approached the house, his lips remained sealed.
However, he still accompanied her inside. Almost as if he was a bodyguard on the way to deliver his charge to their destination. But as they got closer to seeing her father, it was sinking in for him more and more. So as they stepped into the elevator that would take them to the floor where he awaited, he pulled her into a kiss. One that almost seemed like goodbye and he pulled away in time for the doors to open. And as he stepped out with her before him, Andrei had thought it would be a peaceful exchange. Everything had been done but there was a look in his eye and before he knew it, a gun was pulled from a holster and aimed at him. On reflex, Andrei charged forward, betting on the fact he wouldn’t be quick enough on the resolve to pull the trigger. The Romanian had been right, the pull of the trigger delayed enough for him to move his arm away so it wouldn’t hit him. His left hand moving to disarm him before sending a strike towards his throat to incapacitate him. It was all quick and done with precision for someone like him training coming into effect.
However, he heard her voice from behind. It was weak, saying his name to get his attention. Brow furrowed as he turned to look, anger still in him that he would try to shoot him after the deal had been finished fairly. But then the anger shifted towards himself. She was bleeding from the gunshot intended for him and he had pushed it aside not thinking that she could have been there. “No, no, no.” He mumbles to himself as he rushes to her side. “Stay with me.” He adds, his voice quiet for her to only hear. Soon he’s picking her up and opting to quickly go down the stairs for help.
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☽ she hates the silence. wants to scream and throw a tantrum at having to go home. she wants to rationalize that her father wouldn’t miss her; he didn’t need her back and he’d probably be happier having her out of the picture. but she matches the others silence; already knows how emotional she’ll end up getting if they start talking about the future. it wasn’t an end, she refused to believe that, because she deserved to be happy, after everything, she’d figure it out. somehow she would. she’s been moving on auto pilot, going through the emotions and allowing andrei to lead her wherever she needed to go.
the kiss is what pulls her back to reality, a soft noise of surprise escaping the brunette and she’s quick to return it. it ends far too soon, the soft ding of the elevator signals their arrival on the floor. ❛ wait. . . ❜ her voice is soft, but he’s already moving out of the elevator and she’s quick to follow after him; utterly dazed from the quick and almost final affection. her tongue snakes out to wet her lips, a tender smile stretching across them.
she almost misses what happens; it takes but a few seconds, but the realization of what her father attempted to do seems to slow time, especially when the gun goes off and seconds later there’s a white hot pain from her abdomen. everything zips from slow motion to a regular pace, hand coming away from her stomach wet and red, and for a moment she can’t process it.
❛ andrei? ❜ it’s a question, soft and stuttered. eyes are transfixed on her hand until the other is at her side, wide gaze tilts to look at him as she sucks in a deep breathe, knees buckling as he catches her. she begins to fade, everything around her becomes muted; she can recognize things are happening, but it’s like it was coming from another room. she can feel herself being lifted, allows her body to slump as her head comes to rest against andrei’s shoulder. ❛ it hurts. . . ❜ whimpered, pressing her face into him.