Chapter 96: Raised To Be A K*ller

"I'm sorry," I apologized to Finnick for my state.

It's all because of Ash. I wasn't even sure if it was really him.

If Finnick hadn't shown up earlier, I probably wouldn't have survived. I was lucky to have him on my team. Even Simon, who questions almost everything, couldn't deny Finnick's skills. Finnick is quick, efficient, and highly capable. Simon had tried recruiting him in the past, but Finnick refused and chose to work under me instead.

And now, here he was, scolding me-even though I was his leader.

"Are you good now?" he asked when I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, centering myself.

"Yeah." I nodded, ignoring all the distractions in my mind.

I swiftly spun the gun in my right hand and reached for my ammo clip with my left. I hadn't even realized I had emptied it earlier.

Moving quickly, I reloaded the gun.

"I'm fine," I said, my expression shifting from lost to focused. I spun the gun in my right hand again-a habit of mine. "Thanks for the concern, but I don't need it."

Finnick smirked, expecting my harsh words. I stepped out of hiding and began shooting at anyone who dared come after me.

Every shot was aimed at the head. I never missed. I didn't kill innocent people-but how could I calm myself when I kept seeing Ash in every one of them?

Besides, I couldn't assume they were innocent. Everyone has sins they regret, and so do I.

This was my plan C: Kill everyone who gets in my way.

reckless, S!" I heard Kesha yell through

one who

at me. Flashing a small wave, I then raised my

just

a wall again. My heart was pounding. That familiar feeling was

me chills and excitement, knowing

of blood made

kill everyone," Finnick suddenly appeared beside me, holding a gun in

me, there wasn't a drop of blood on him-not even a splatter. It made me roll my eyes. How

I asked, firing at the enemies closing

of fear, I felt a twisted sense of joy.

be a killer,

disappointed-I had been enjoying the shooting. But Kesha found a way to clear our exit, and we boarded a helicopter Rain had

went our separate ways. I transferred their payments digitally and slapped both Luna and Finnick after

I didn't want anyone tracing me as the leader, but I wouldn't tolerate insubordination. They needed a

bottles lined up far ahead, imagining each one as

fucking bastard," I growled, pulling the

either Haze or Evangeline. At least Mason was too busy with the company to text

hotel, I remembered their muscular

years, I wasn't sure if I

tried

this time-what the

hands up when I suddenly aimed my gun at him. I almost pulled the

before I aimed my gun forward. I targeted the remaining bottles that were standing there until they were

at me before

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