As weird as it gets, I felt a hand snaking on my waist. I looked at the side rapidly, it is my agent. Why did he placed his hand on my waist at the moment?
Unfortunately, there was no time to ask to why he did it. In fact, it was obvious that he was just trying to help me in every bit of the movement I made. As much as I want to keep the warmth that I got from him, I do not long for it. But I know also that I could keep it a secret to myself. Besides all women have that secret longing for one man or more.
"Start shooting," I told him.
He was already doing his job, in such a short period of time the four hoodlums became two, the other two are now in the ground lifeless. My feelings as a boss will not change, our relationship as partners had just begun. And in a very violent way to blessed it.
Perhaps I underestimated my agent because of the feelings that blooms in me.
"Clean those lifeless hoodlums. I will continue to deal with the other two." I blinked twice; I am the boss but my agent just commanded me to do something that is against my will.
"Hold on. I am the one that will pay you--" I frowned when he inserted a speech. I am not even done with mine, not just yet!
"Milady, if something bad happens to you, I won't get my money either way. So just listen to me, for a start."
Ok, he is getting on my nerves now!
"Even if I die right here, right now, I assure you, the money will be given to you by my lawyer. Now let me end the two and you go clean the other lifeless ones. Thank you, go."
With no words, he brushed his fingers on his hair. He is frustrated but there is nothing he could do to stop me.
I wrapped my fingers on the trigger, wanting to make the two lively hoodlums feel the pain of being a follower than their fears. Yet, people like my brother's hoodlums do not put their matter with a sister like me. Their deal is to kill me but they did not accomplish it. And whatever my brothers are planning it could only mean on thing, my death.
I wondered too why I have a brother like them? They are good and supportive brothers at the beginning. We met when we were just five years old and that was only for two times in the same year. I do not understand what was happening inside of the household since I got separated from them and my family is far more than a simple household problem.
I stared at the trigger, exhaling, working on my fingers in the pistol so I could make a headshot. My heart is tight, it happens every time I hold a gun. But I wrapped my fingers tighter around the pistol, allowing the adrenaline rush to control me, there are a lot of moments to rethink my actions but I have become like this today because of them, my family. My heart is not filled with hatred, but more on disappointments and sadness. It is choking me from the inside of every movement of my lungs.
The hoodlums were moving closer towards me, I press the trigger and I meet each of the hoodlums' gazes that were sending my heartbeats into a speaker type in my ears.
"Milady! Are you alright? I thought you know how to hold a pistol..." My agent said with the last words fading away like a whisper. He then grabs the pistol away from my hand, his warmth touched me. The coldness we keep sending each other got us to stare at the floor. I am sweating including my agent too.
Beneath my fingertips I rubbed it against my arms skin, I embraced myself, digging my nails along with it.
Once more, my heart is banging inside, something I could not possibly share to my agent or to anyone, and then I decide to collect myself back on track. Completely. And for a mere moment I walked forward but still staring at the floor. I could feel my blood raised up and my eyes were starting to get blurred but I did not dare blink, or else a tear will fall.
I have dry eyes only and my tears meant nothing at all. No guilt of killing the hoodlums. My body reacted to the coldness in my back and the wall that touched the visible left side of my skin. And for another while, I imagined different scenarios of what more would happen within that time if my agent did not bring any extra gun or no gun at all. I looked at the right side of my shoulder and leaned my chin a little to reach for it. I buried my face on myself. With one heavy sigh, my agent stands beside me.
"I did not leave any traces milady. The four bodies have been put in the public rest room." He said to me, I am still staring at the floor with my vision that naturally starts to see things clearly. Tears that flooded in my eyes were gone.
Because my agent wiped my eyes with his handkerchief. His gentle actions, were like a hope that needed to fill inside of my heart and the warmth that is here in me would be molded completely if it goes on. Impossible for me! I protested with my emotions, "You do not have to do this. It is not part of your job to wipe the tears of your boss."
My agent brushed of the sentence like he did not hear it, "You did not focus on holding the pistol well Milady. If you plan on doing it again, you must stay focused. No distractions along while shooting a person."
I shoved his hand that was holding a handkerchief away from my face