🦋Once I'm detached, that's it... You'll never get the same version of me.🦋

Raelynn's pov:

Right now I was by the front door as the last guy try to escape and I knocked him near the front step. I walked back to the living room, rushing upstairs. I ran through the hall, looking into the rooms.

Where the heck did Kyson's uncle go?

There was a lot of room but most of them were closed and locked. The rooms which were unlocked were empty and there was no sign of him.

What if...?

I run down the stairs. On my way, I grabbed one of the guns that his guys kept by the wall before heading to Evan's room. The door was open. I quietly walked up.

"Any last words?" He asked Evan.

Evan and Cassandra were on one side of the room. The 'uncle' was in front of them, his back facing me.

"Suck my dick, asshole." Evan spat angrily.

He laughed, "The insects will... Once I kill you and bury you inside the ground where even your so proud mafia sons will not find you."

I leaned against the doorframe, putting the gun in the waistline of my jean at the back.

"Gotta change the plan, you got two eyewitnesses," I said, making him aware of my presence.

He turned around.

"Don't worry I'll deal with you too." He promised.

"Really? You'll do that alone? I mean you sent 8 men to fight me and I'm the only one standing." I pointed out cockily.

He glared at me as he marched toward me. He threw his left fist at me but I ducked making him hit the doorframe. I walked behind him.

"Motherfucker," he cursed holding his hand.

I laugh," Must be your age, you should put on some glasses. Maybe then you won't miss your target."

"Bitch," he snaps.

"Put 'bad' in front of it," I smirked.

He lunged at me. I block his punch, kicking his side. He comes back repeatedly throwing his fist at my face, which I blocked by putting my arms up as a shield in front of my face.

When he stops for a millisecond, I locked his arm, kneeling him in the gut. He groaned, bending over and I punch his face. His hat went flying away.

I don't know how but he was still moving. He grabs my arm and with a force, he pushed me sending me onto the wall where some pictures were hanging. My back collided with them, making the glass shatter.

That hurts.

I held in a groan.

I stood straight, stretching my back. There was a dresser by my side. Using it as a support, I threw my legs around his neck before sending him to the ground on his front. I used my knees and held him down. I grabbed his arm, twisting it on his back, making him grunt.

"Hit him more, he's not one to give up even when someone is taking his soul away," Evan asserted.

I grabbed his hair, before lifting his head and slamming it on the ground forcefully. I did it twice. We heard footsteps which made us alarmed. I grabbed my gun standing up.

"I'll check."

Kyson's pov:

Alec parked the car behind the two black vans which weren't ours.

"Shit," Tobias cursed.

We immediately stepped out, making our way to the front door. We slow our pace when we saw an unconscious body at the front. Tobias walked in and we followed him. The whole downstairs was a mess with unconscious bodies.

"What. the. hell," Alec commented.

"None of them is conscious," Tobias remarked.

"Might be dead," Val added.

We heard footsteps before we saw Raelynn walk in with a gun. She seemed relieved to see us. My eyes roamed down at her clothes and the blood made my heart drop.

"Your uncle is visiting." She said sarcastically.

I walked to her, "are you okay?"

She nodded, "I'm good. The blood ain't mine."

I reached to pull her in my arms. She wrapped one of her arms around me. However, I felt something on her hair. I turn her sideways and furrowed my eyebrows when I saw small pieces of glass.

"What's that?" I asked her, showing him the glass.

She looked at it, "Yeah, I got thrown on the wall."

What!

Tobias rushed into dad's room before coming back with Mike dragging him. Tobias was pulling him by the back of his black coat. His face was a bloody mess and he looked horrible. Dad and Cassandra followed Tobias. Val instantly made his way to Cassandra examining her.

"Mike," I spoke.

He grunts looking at me.

"Well damnnnn, nice work Raelynn." Alec praises as he looks at Mike's face.

I left Raelynn's side, walking to Mike.

"I'm surprised that you are still alive," I commented.

He chuckled, blood bubbling by his lips.

"I must say you trained your little bitch well." He spat.

I clenched my fist.

"What did you say?" I spoke blankly.

"Your little bit-"

I punched him in the face.

He cough, more blood falling onto the ground.

"I know you didn't do your research because if you did, you wouldn't have messed with her. So let me do a quick introduction. Mike meet Raelynn, my girlfriend and one of the Rebel twins." I said with a smirk.

Even dad, Tobias and Alec was surprised to hear that. They didn't know that my girl was a mafia leader. Their eyes widened slightly in astonishment.

"A mafia leader," Mike spoke stunned and I nodded.

"You messed up badly this time," I added.

"If he wasn't your family, he would have been dead way before you stepped in," Raelynn stated.

I turned to her.

"I know babe,"

"I will take him away, then we'll deal with him later," Tobias spoke, gesturing to Mike.

"And I will get the house clean," Alec added while looking at the bodies.

All of a sudden Mike turned around and it happened so quickly, an object came flying across the room toward Raelynn. It was Mike who grabbed one of the flower Vases on the table trying to hurt her.

We all watch as she stood idle, the vase hitting the wooden plank by her head, scattering in pieces. She didn't flinch at all. Instead, she loads her gun and points it at him.

His eyes widened.

She didn't press the trigger or move. It was as if she was waiting for me to give her permission.

"You can," Dad was the one who gave her permission.

She pressed the trigger.

A hole right in the middle of his forehead. His body fell, hitting the floor.

"Rest in peace uncle," Alec murmured mockingly.

"I'll call the morgue," Tobias added.

"Kyson take care of her. We'll meet for dinner." Dad said and I nodded.

A/N

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