★ Butterfly 's POV ★
Tears I hadn't shed in the past five years found its way down my chest as the sense of dread washed over me.
"I can't get caught. I can't!"
Because if I'm caught, my brother is the ones who would get killed while they make me watch. I can't." My chest tightened.
With a sickening pull, I was yanked back by my hair, as a skull-splitting strike with a gun landed on my head. Warm liquid rushed down like an overflowing fountain, as blood stained my vision.
"Take her, second in command request her alive." One said.
"Is this the slut that sent the boss to the hospital." Another said, landing a jaw-shifting smack on my face.
At their words my world tilted.
Not because I was caught, but because of what I was going to lose.
"He should be dead! I gave the last blow! No. No. No. No. NOOOOOO!"
"HE SHOULD BE DEAD. HE HAS TO DIE."
"No."
If he's alive, everything thing fails.
