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

who could see me

Flashing a small wave, I then

worry. I'm just having a bit of

up another gun from the ground before ducking behind a wall again. My heart

excitement, knowing I could die at any

blood made me

Finnick suddenly appeared beside me, holding a

on him-not even a splatter. It made me

not?" I asked, firing at

I felt a twisted sense

to be a killer, and

finally escaped the hotel. I was a little disappointed-I had been enjoying the shooting. But Kesha found a way to clear our exit, and we boarded a helicopter Rain had flown in

separate ways. I transferred their payments digitally and slapped

during missions because I didn't want anyone tracing me as the leader, but I wouldn't tolerate

garden, shooting at bottles lined up far ahead, imagining each one as Ash.

you fucking bastard," I growled, pulling the

Haze or Evangeline. At least Mason

I thought about the hands that had grabbed me in the hotel, I remembered their muscular yet oddly gentle feel-just like

years, I wasn't sure if I

loving the person who tried to kill me

this time-what the hell?!

suddenly aimed my gun at him. I almost pulled the trigger but

of nowhere when I'm shooting," I said before I aimed my gun forward. I targeted the remaining bottles that were

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

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