Once I pull this trigger off

You'll be begging me to stop

Tarantino killing love

Yeah, I couldn't really give a fuck.

Telling you I won't slow down, won't slow down

Girl, you gotta know right now, there's no way out

Imma pull the trigger off

And imma let these bullets talk.

-Chase Atlantic.

I walked down the steps of the basement to Cameo. The loud music made me fucking shudder because I knew what was happening behind the closed door.

I sighed before pushing open the door and see Ronan and Elias in the dim lights illuminating the god-forsaken room.

"Sing it you bitch!" I divert my eyes to see the man tied to the chair look at me with fearful eyes as Ronan points a gun at him using it as a mic.

"Ah ah ah ah, staying alive, staying alive." He sang his voice pathetic and wavering.

"Sing it like that the next time, and this mic will fucking shoot you." Ronan threatened. I chuckle before walking to the metal table and seeing all the weapons before choosing my lovely knife.

"With me now! Ah ah ah ah staying alive staying alive." They danced and sang and traumatised the traumatizer.

"Ugh, this guy is so boring play something else." Elias groans and Ronan nods before pulling out his phone and changing the song.

The speakers blasted the next song and I laughed. It was one of our original songs about not dying.

"My heart beats to the thump of the drum." Ronan sang loudly and they did their choreographed dance. The leaning back and moving their hips left and right with some stupid hand movement. I leaned on the wall and watched how much they tormented the guy.

"Was 17 neglecting life." Elias almost tore out his jugular hitting the high note.

"At 27 finding reasons not to die." They continued to sing.

"Oh, baby baby hold me in your arms before the dark earth does." It was ironic really, this man was just here a couple of hours ago begging to live but it was all planned out.

We would ask him questions like we usually do and then we'd take him to his home and carefully hang him from his chandelier masking it off as a suicide.

"Help me live before the reaper comes." I and Dain had written this song a year back and it honestly needed so much work done but the drums and shit on it are iconic.

"Okay okay enough," I state my voice snappy, and Ronan groans before turning the music off.

I push myself off the wall I was leaning on. And stalked towards Mr. Bonham.

"Good evening sir." I grin and he simply closes his eyes and inhales a deep shaky breath.

"Open your fucking mouth." I grit my teeth as Ronan stood behind him and held the barrel of the gun to his face.

"Good evening." He squeaked, I smiles before leaning forth and looking at him dead in the eyes.

"I'm going to untie you, you're not going to be stupid, we're gonna talk like adults." I raise an eyebrow at the end to which he nods.

Elias unties him and Carter rubs his wrists.

"Where're the shipments? Carter, can I call you Carter?" My face is void of any emotions. It's what I have been trained to do. Don't show emotions, no weaknesses no strengths.

"You think you're the only one who is back in the game?" He whispered looking around as if he was scared someone would jump out of the darkness and kill him.

He should be more scared of the killer in front of him.

"So you work for Petrov?" I raise an eyebrow and he sighs.

"They offered me money. I had to." He says his voice is filled with venom. His blue eyes had dulled with their sparkle.

"Where's the shipments, Carter?" I repeat and he shakes his head.

"Can't tell you." He smirks, he's trying to be smart.

"See, I'm gonna kill you either way. You can make this easier on yourself by telling me where the shipments are, or I can make it hurt." I shrug, leaning back and playing with the knife again.

His eyes widen when he realizes I'm not bluffing.

"Please don't kill me." He pleads and I simply stare at him. He then frantically looks at Ro and Elias hoping that someone would save him.

"They offered me money. I have to." I quote him with a grin before he decided to book it for the door. But Elias catches him before he does.

"Big mistake, big big big mistake." I click my tongue before stalking towards Carter who was now pressed up against the door with Elias' hand squeezing his throat.

Elias throws him to the ground. He tries to get up but I place my boot on his shirt to stop him from doing so.

"As I said, don't be stupid. Where's the fucking shipments, Carter?" I ask again, my patience is running thing and this motherfucker is really trying me.

"On their way back to France." He answers in one breath and I furrow my eyebrows.

I pull out my gun from my back pocket before pointing it at him.

"You have 30 seconds to drop your act about being the tough guy. Because if you piss me off too much I will not just kill you but I'll wipe out the Bonham name from fucking Italy, understood?" I grit my teeth.

"They're going back to France. An underground dealer steals the shipments and takes them back to France and sells them at a higher price to Russia." He explains, his hands are above his head.

"What is this guys name?" I ask and he shakes his head his eyes still wide.

I raise an eyebrow before removing the safety of my gun and the rat underneath my boot starts to squirm.

"He goes by Ray. I have never seen him. Just- just let me go please." He begs his body trembling and I tilt my head before chuckling.

He's so pathetic. And here I was thinking that this was a man's world.

"You decided to fucking betray us and now you want out?" I scoff and the first tear falls from his eyes.

"I have a child, I have a family." He begs and I squint my eyes.

"You had a sexual relationship with your 17-year-old student. I think your child is better off without you." I tilt my head while still keeping my face void of any emotions.

I take my foot off of him and wait for him to get up.

"I'll make it easy for you," I mutter as he starts yelling and scrambling to get away while Elias and Ronan approach him.

"No bruises boys," I call out walking out the door and to the back of cameo where Ro's jeep is parked.

This was quite easy, I hold my breath begging myself not to throw up.

It sickens me when I look at what I have made of my boys, how Elias who we once found living in a small cottage with his sister is now cold-blooded killer. Ronan who was a fucking Romeo behind this village girl is now dragging a man to his death. I, a little girl from Enna who wanted to just chase fame and money, but she also wanted to experience a love so epic that even poets would weep. But here she is, killing someone.

I feel the thump before I hear it as Ronan and Elias throw Carter Bonham in the back before climbing into the jeep.

I proceed to drive ignoring the grunts and sounds of struggle that he made. Ronan and Elias had already given him so much alcohol to drink that he couldn't even defend himself against us.

Every single time that I had to kill someone. Or partake as someone else did, I would feel this sense of disgust fill me. I could hear how my mother would say that she despises who I have become. But she's dead. And there is no one to pay for me and Nan. So I'm just here keeping my family alive.

I parked outside Bonham's mansion. As I got out of the car I saw Dain waiting for us by the large doors. He had disabled all security cameras and motion sensors.

As soon as Dain spotted us he walked and jogged over and helped Ro and Elias pull Bonham out.

"You should probably start singing." I muttered looking at Bonham with a smile.

"What?" He was utterly confused.

I grinned before turning around and leading the way. My hands intertwined behind my back.

"I'm gonna swing from the chandelier." I sang and I heard hollers of laughs behind me.

I knew that I had to kill him. I would have to mount his body up and hang him from the actual chandelier. And watch him struggle.

But it's okay, he grooms kids, he sent his daughter to a wilderness camp and ruined her. He hits his wife. He was upset when he found out that his child was a girl and not a boy. He also betrayed us.

Mer would hate me.