The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 127

"Always," I assured him, as I took out two more people . They kept coming . Out of nowhere . I could tell that the building was heavily protected, but I had never expected to be outnumbered like this .
I saw Michael duck and then sprint closer to me . Relieved, I slid the only gun that was fully loaded at him . He nodded and then pulled the trigger . Clearly appeased by the lithe quality of my gun he shouted out to me, "I'm keeping this baby . "
"Sure," I replied, as I refurbished the dead man's gun and put it in my belt .
"Clear the next floor . I'll take care of whoever is left . " I nodded, and then sprinted towards the staircase, knowing well that he would have my back, again . Not one bullet reached me . Taking a liberating breath, I swiftly climbed the stairs and jumped into the room . There seemed to be no one in the room at first glance, but I could see that there had been people here . Worried, I slid out my knife and raced up the staircase to the rooftop . Surely, the door was slightly open and I could see the shadow of a foot on the other side of the door . I dropped to the floor and aimed directly at the angle in which I knew I would find the foot . Screams could be heard, and I jumped back to safety as the door got annihilated by a barrage of shots . I sighed in relief that I had gotten out of the way in time and then used the holes to my own advantage . Gauging the angles, I finalized that there would be around three or four men on the other side, one of whom I had already injured . Downstairs, I could hear the shots cease to be fired . My breath hitched in my throat as worry seized me .
Fuck, is he alright?
I shook the thoughts out of my mind and barged into the rooftop . I heard shooting from outside and realized that people had either escaped the building or where being shot at as they were on the roof . I hoped it was the latter because the former would mean that Michael was . . .

'Don't think about it . '
I kicked the door open and fired random shots to clear my path . Once, I saw that my path was cleared, I slammed the door against the wall, getting a loud 'oomph' from behind it . I chuckled and used one of the bullet holes to kill the motherfucker .
Like a boss . I thought to myself and then took my position behind the corpse . I could see that one of them was peeping from behind the wall I was leaning on and used the corpse as my shield and shot at him . His body fell forward, with a string of curses that followed at a distance . Apparently, the man was checking to see if I was dead . And his friend was right behind him, waiting . Now, I supposed that he was the only one left .
At least, that's what I hoped .
I let the body in front of me drop and then tiptoed over to the corner of the wall . I could hear the erratic breathing of the man, and I smiled in content . This was not going to take much longer . In a blink of an eye, I shifted my hands and shot out fires consecutive to each other . I breathed, unsure if I had finished the job and turned the corner . The man was sitting on the floor, his hand gripping his chest . His head turned and his hand lifted . I shook my head and picked up my gun as well . I waited patiently as I saw his finger pull the trigger . I did the same . His shoulder pushed back in recoil and the bullet flew way off the mark . Mine stayed on point: between his eyes, serving him a quick death . Satisfied, I pushed the gun back into my belt and then strut out of the rooftop .

Another shot ricocheted past me and I dropped to the floor .
"Mia!" I heard him scream . I sighed in relief as I looked up . He ran to me and then dropped to his knees . "Are you okay?" he asked with urgency, I had never heard in his voice . I nodded, taking the time to look back and see that there was another dead man on the rooftop .
"Are you alright?" I whispered to him . He nodded, his hands still gripping my shoulders .
"Fuck," he mumbled . His eyes were dark, his jaws set . He looked like death frozen over . "I-" his lips crashed into mine . I stumbled back but held on .
Dear God, I held on . I pressed my lips to his and pushed my hand against his chest . We collided and stumbled . We didn't care . I had nothing left in me to care . I tugged at his hair and pulled him closer . He pulled me closer, closer still .
My mind wouldn't stop, but he pressed on . He never let go .
'Don't let me go just yet,' I wanted to tell him .
My bravado had dissipated . I was worried; I was worried out of my mind . He didn't let me . He made me forget .
Cold worry washed over me, the nights of planning caught up to me, and I surrendered myself .
You are brave, his lips said .
'You kept your promise . '
'I'd never let anyone hurt you . '
'I know . '
'Yes . '
'Always . '
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