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.

S!" I heard Kesha yell through

was the only one who could see

Flashing a small wave, I then raised my middle finger at it with

Don't worry. I'm just having

before ducking behind a wall again. My heart was pounding. That familiar feeling was

chills and excitement, knowing I could die at any

of blood made me thirst for

appeared beside me, holding

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

I asked, firing at

felt

raised to be a killer, and

But Kesha

separate ways. I transferred their payments digitally and slapped both Luna and

usually strict during missions because I didn't want anyone tracing me as the leader, but I wouldn't tolerate insubordination. They needed a reality check:

bottles lined up far ahead, imagining each one as Ash. Every shot

bastard," I growled, pulling the trigger

I'd likely run into either Haze or Evangeline. At least Mason

the hands that had grabbed me in the hotel, I remembered their muscular yet oddly gentle feel-just like Ash's.

years, I wasn't sure if I hated him or was forcing

still loving the person who tried to

pissed you off this time-what the hell?!

when I suddenly aimed my gun at him.

out of nowhere when I'm shooting," I said before I aimed my gun forward. I targeted the remaining bottles that were standing there until they were all gone.

should I know you have high blood pressure!" he yelled at me before

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