This chapter was exciting to write. There are gonna be hella grammatical errors because I was just too excited.

@bethy_extroverted

Also, I forgot I was walking up the stairs today at school and I fell. And it wasn't a Wattpad story, so there was no cute guy to catch me. I need to work on my walking skills, and my stair skills.

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You know, I've never been really good with people. They just piss me off too much. Even as a kid, I was troublesome when it came to people. You wanna play with my dolls? Sike bitch, imma throw it at your face. You want a bite of my cookie? Nope, that shit is going in your eyes.

That's probably why as soon as the trucks pulled up to the warehouse, I fired my guns into all those motherfuckers without hesitation.

It was something out of mission impossible, I swear...

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I ordered my men to park half a mile from the warehouse, there was at least a hundred of us. All wearing black, our faces hooded with masks and hoodies. I strapped an AR-15 assault riffle across my chest. Gabriel had taken the time to grab a few gallons of, very flammable, gasoline for me. I slid two knifes into my boots, and stared back at the swarm of men that had gathered behind me.

We parked in the trees, half a mile from the warehouse. We would have protection and cover.

"We go in, we kill everyone, and we grab Sinister. Let's try to make this as quick as possible, I don't want the cops showing up." I said, loudly enough for them all to hear us.

A man called out from the crowd, "What do we do with Illeya?"

I didn't hesitate, "You shoot that fucker down. We're not taking hostages, we're not showing mercy. These men took our leader, our friend, and we're going to kill them. Got it?"

They all nodded in unison.

I heard someone calling my name softly from behind one of the parked trucks. I walked over to see Afanas, wearing all black, his face covered with a thick black mask, a hoodie covering his hair. He wore leather gloves that covered his tattoos, not even his eyes were visible under the soft moonlight. If I didn't know what he was wearing, there was no way I would know it was him.

"You okay?" I whispered, remembering not to gain attention. I intended on keeping my promise to Afanas, no one, not even our men, could know he was still alive.

He nodded sharply, "Good luck in there, Cal. I love you, okay? We're going to get him back."

I smiled softly, "Thank you for being here, stay safe."

He gave me another nod, before walking past me to join the other men. They swarmed together like a heard, the hundreds of weapons glinted back at me. Their faces masked, and menacing.

"Let's go." I ordered, turning on my heel as we made our way through the darkness of the forest. The only sound to be heard was the soft crunching our feet made against the dead leafs of the forest floor. My heart was beating rapidly against my chest, as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Sebastian and Afanas were by my side, their steps falling in unison with mine as we dodged past the trees and roots that stuck up under the forest floor. I would not hesitate to kill llleya, he has destroyed so much in my life. He ruined my childhood, and now he was trying to kill the only thing I had left. I wouldn't let him.

We haulted as the lights of the warehouse came into view, I turned to the sea of men that stood behind me.

"Sebastian, take half of these men and infiltrate through the back, Gabriel and I will take the other half from the front. Remember men, shoot on sight." I didn't even recognize my own voice, it was strong, deep, and deadly.

The men nodded to me, Sebastian gave me one last glace before turning on his heels, leading at least 50 men towards the back entrance.

At the front of the warehouse there were dozens of armed guards, they stood by every window, and every possible entrance, Their figures were dark and shadowy in the night air.

"You ready mom?" I whispered to Gabriel, his caramel hair flowed freely into his eyes, his mask hung loose around his neck.

His hazel eyes shot up to me, "Let's do this." He grinned mischievously, pulling his mask over his face as he raised his rifle, and began to step out of the forest.

I smiled nervously, following his lead as I slipped the thick wool mask over my face, and held my assault rifle high in my hands, stepping out into the clearing next to him. Afanas close by my side.

I raised my gun, squinting my eyes as I focused on one of the men at the enterance. I took in a deep breath, reminding myself as to why I'm here, and what I have to do to get what I want. To save my husbands life.

I exhaled, as I rammed my finger down on the trigger, and unleashed a hellfire of bullets. The men behind me followed my actions, and the silent night air was filled to the brim with gunshots.

We ran at them, our gunfire taking them by surprise as our bullets embedded themselves deep into their flesh, the stench of blood filled the air as we quickly approached the front entrance. They fired back almost instantly, but we were ahead of them, and their numbers suddenly dropped to zero.

I was breathing hard, my breath icy in my lungs as I fired the last shot, my bullet slicing into a mans skull. He dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his lifeless body.

"Only one man down, let's go." Gabriel said, his breathing was horse with effort as we approached the front door.

"Allow me." Afanas whispered devilishly into my ear, as he slammed his foot into the wooden door, the entire frame shattered into peices as he knocked the door down with one swift motion.

We filed into the room, it was dark, my eyes searching for Sinister's, and I thought I saw him, when suddenly gunshots rang in my ears, and I dove for cover.

Some motherfucker really tried to shoot me. That's really not nice.

My breathing was ragged as I peered up from my hiding place. More gunshots rang through the room, and I watched as at least 30 of Illeya's men ran into the room, guns drawn. Afanas fired off 6 shots, and 6 men fell to the ground. I heard groaning around me, and I turned to see one of Illeya's men attacking Gabriel. He was flailing a knife at Gabriel, as he tackled him to the floor, his body at least twice the side of Gabriel.

"Don't touch my fucking mom!" I screamed as I fired a shot into the mans head.

Gabriel hopped up, his nose was bleeding, his face slightly beaten, he smiled quickly at me as he picked up his gun from the floor, and fired off more shots into the crowds of men.

There was blood everywhere, men were dying all around me. I glanced at the corner of the room to see the shadow of a man tied to a chair.

That has to be Sinister.

"Cal!" Sebastian called out to me, and I turned to see him carrying a massive thing of gasoline, he ran over to me handing the heavy liquid to me.

"Light em' up." He grinned.

Yay Calla, this is your time to really shine.

A group of men came charging at us, guns drawn, so without hesitation, I flailed the gasoline at them and threw my lighter.

A massive fire began to spread. It's orange flames licked at Illeya's men, climbing higher and higher, and I heard the screams as they began to burn alive.

Wow, this is not a tiny little bonfire. This is some big leagues shit.

The room lit up in bright orange, it instantly began heating up, and I froze as I saw Illeya in the corner of my eye. He was too far for 100% accuracy, but still I tried, as I fired off the last of my rounds in his direction.

He glared at me, a pistol in his hand as he fired off all of the round in the mag. I ducked down, wincing as I felt one of the bullets graze my arm. Trickles of blood fell from my skin and I groaned. It wasn't bad, but damn that shit hurt like a bitch.

My gun clicked at the empty mag I had. I cursed under my breath, sliding one of my knifes from my boot.

He was walking towards me, slowly, my men were too occupied to see that he was heading straight for me. He had this sick look on his burnt face, his swollen skin reflected off of the light of the fire that was slowly growing.

This is my fight. He is mine to kill.

"Calla....Calla...Calla..." He called out, and I recognized the pure anger that filled his voice. He was pissed as fuck.

"Calla can't come to the phone right now." I yelled back, keeping my position ducked away and fully covered.

"Come out and fight me." He yelled back, his voice was getting closer and closer.

"You can leave a message!" I called back, my fists tightening around the knife in my hands.

When he was close enough to hear his footsteps, I jumped out, hurling my knife in his direction. But he simply stepped out of the way, the knife launching past his frame.

I ducked back down, "Fuck, I really thought that was going to work."

My heart was loud as it slammed against my chest, my breathing was heavy and strained as I tried to calm myself down.

But it was too late, in one swift motion, I was suddenly thrown out of my hiding spot and into the open. My body sprawled onto the concrete as I stared up defiantly at my older brother.

His eyes bled with pure murder, his face twisted into some kind of sick sneer. He held a bloody, jagged knife in his hands, its blade was aimed at me.

"You were my brother Aniken!!!" I screamed, hoping that a Star Wars quote would catch him off guard.

He didn't even hesitate as he slashed at me with the knife, I rolled out of the way, hopping up to my feet as I pulled another knife from my boot, I stood with my feet spread apart, my eyes never leaving his cruel gaze.

He slashed at me again, but I ducked, instead, bringing my knee to his groin. He groaned, doubling back, his stomach hunched over as he glared at me with fury.

He dove towards me, knocking me to the ground, the blade coming in contact with my bicep as it slashed a deep gash into me. I yelled out with pain, my knife clattering to the floor as he tackled me.

He was at least twice my weight, he towered over me, pinning me to the ground, his brute strength no match for me. He angled his blade towards my throat, my arms shaking in defense as I struggled to keep the knife just millimeters from my throat.

His eyes were crazed as he shook with effort, angling the knife closer to my throat. I felt the blade bite into my skin slightly, droplets of blood forming at my neck.

"You're an angry elf." I wheezed, trembling as I used all of my strength and force to keep that knife from slashing my throat apart.

"And you're pathetic" He seethed tilting the knife closer, "you're going to fucking die, Calla."

"Hug me brotha'!" I squealed, and with my last ounce of energy, I wrapped my legs around him and catapulted our bodies around, craning my neck back so that the knife slipped, only grazing the skin by my throat. He groaned, and I used his suprise to my advantage as I threw myself on top of him, grabbing my knife from the ground, and shoving it through his chest.

His eyes were wide, he let out a gasp of air as the knife sliced through his chest, no doubt puncturing his lungs. He coughed up a wave of blood, his eyes slowly losing their light.

"Peace out girl scout." I seethed, pulling the last knife I had from my boot, and ramming it right through his skull.

This was honestly something from The Walking Dead, he was some deranged zombie that I whispered a few classic movie/TV show lines to, and then rammed a knife through his skull.

I just killed my brother. I felt my heart tightening, and I know he was a sociopath who had tried to kill me and my husband. But I grew up with him, and I knew I would never get the image of his dead body, out of my head for the rest of my life.

I glanced up to see that the fighting had stopped, there were still at least 90 of our men crowded around something in the corner.

Sinister.

I stood up shakily, ignoring the pain from my wounds, as I sprinted towards the commotion. I stepped over dozens upon dozens of dead bodies, my feet splashing in their blood. It was gross, and sad, but I didn't care.

Please be alive, please be alive. I prayed as I jumped over one last dead body, and dove through the crowd of men.

Relief flooded through me as my eyes clashed with icy orbs, Sebastian was currently untying Sinister.

He was beaten to a pulp, blood stained his face, his nose was broken and crooked, his jaw was offset and bruised. His eyes were black and blue. Blood seeped through his shirt. He glanced up at me, and I felt myself becoming faint.

He looked sexy as fuck no matter what.

Tears welded in my eyes, as I pushed past the people and flew myself at him. He groaned from the pain as his arms shakily encircled my waist. I felt my tears flow down my face, he nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck.

"You came back for me." He croaked, his arms trembling as he held me close to him.

"I'll always come back to you."

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OH YURD YURD YURDDDDD

WHAT DID YA'LL THINK?!?!?!? I didn't edit because I was just too excited :)

Xx

Aleksei