"You were set to marry my father's heir. My oldest brother," She picks up a cup, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, he has died. As second oldest, it is my duty to fulfill my father's wishes." I'm still utterly confused. She takes a sip, "You will ma...
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Orion King
I knew that I'd catch her sooner or later. People don't get away from me easily, and I would've been damned if I let her, but her finding me wasn't what I planned, or expected. She must be idiotic. Elle is a lot of things, but stupid, isn't one of them.
She of all people knows what happens next. I pull my gun out, the real one, not the blanks I used to shoot at Ruth. "Take a step closer to me, drop your gun." I know she's carrying, she always did. "The one behind your pants. I know you, Elle. Drop it."
She moves slowly, reaching the back of her pants to retrieve the gun she did have back there. She drops it on the ground, and raises her hands, "Before you kill me, I think you'd want to hear me out."
"I'm through with hearing you out," I mutter angrily, still taking in her appearance. She's changed a lot since the last time we've seen each other. It's been almost what? Years, and those years have felt like Lifetimes. Manylifetimes.
"Yeah, but wouldn't you want to know everything that I know, before you kill me? It's a lot," She smirks, knowing that I do, "Ilya plans to kill you."
"Don't they all?"
"And your brother," She says.
I freeze, "What are you talking about?"
"Lower your weapon, drop it on the floor, make the woman leave, and then we'll talk." Her eyes shift to Ruth, who's still standing here cluelessly.
I lower my weapon, and drop it on the floor, "My wife stays," I tell her, "If not, then just do us both the favor. Let me shoot you, and get it over with."
"You'd never do it."
"Then you must've forgotten who I am," I speak, quickly picking my gun back up, and aiming.
Walking up to me, Elle places herself right in front of the muzzle, "I think you've forgotten that I'm not afraid of death. Do what you want, shoot. I don't have to tell you shit. I'm willing to take it to the grave. The question is, are you ready for that?"
"My death," Elle continues, "I know more than you think, and trust me, you don't want me dead."
I lower my weapon, "Not here."
Looking at Ruth, I give her an order. "Amiri should be outside. Tell him I said take you home. Straight there. I'll be over shortly, okay?" I hate to send her off, but something tells me that it's what's best.
