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We connect and intertwine but then the newcomer takes out his gun.
“You brought your female?” he snarls and I panic when he raises the weapon and points at...my male.
Terrified and without thinking, I shove the boxes to the side and throw myself in between.
And the bullet...
Pierces right through my flesh.
CHAPTER TWO
Phantom
I do what I’m hired to do. I don’t ask any questions and I don’t stick around for any questions that might be asked. My profession is a fixer for the Nordic Mafia. I clean up whenever there’s been a little “accident” so to speak.
There’s nobody better than me. I’m known as Phantom because of how fast I move and how well I do my job. Few people have seen my face and those who have don’t live to tell it.
I don’t interact with the other mobsters and they don’t interact with me. Nobody other than the boss knows who I am. I’m not even a tangible person to most of them, I’m more of an abstract figure they know is real but they don’t know the real me. The mobsters have heard about the Phantom, about the man who haunts the crime scenes and leaves no traces behind. And that’s all. In some ways I don’t even exist.
It’s a precaution and much of the mafia’s success is due to me. It’s largely because of me that nobody ever gets to us. Go ahead and find even a little bit of evidence after I’ve scrubbed up, I dare you.
Looking down at the dead guy, I shove at him with my boot. What a fucking mess. Seems like nobody can be bothered to get a clean shot these days. Tensing, I jerk my chin and sniff the air.
Strange...
Is that perfume?
It doesn’t come from the dead guy that’s for sure and I throw a suspicious look around. The place is empty, save for a bookshelf and some cardboard boxes in the corner. Ignoring the distraction, I proceed with my work but I can’t shake the thought that it’s a hell of a good perfume.
Makes my shaft twitch in my pants but then I grit my teeth when I sense someone standing to my side. Sneering, I look up and stare into the dull face of a middle aged man.
“Where’s Leno?”
“Who the fuck’s Leno?” I reply. Maybe it’s the dead guy but I don’t give a shit. I don’t give a shit about the affairs or who owes who or who killed who. I just care about getting my job done and leaving the scene as quickly and unnoticeably as possible.
But now this idiot’s here, chatting away and he’s seen my face. And now it seems like I’m going to have to kill him. I prepare to reach for my gun when there’s a feminine whimper from the corner. My eyes zone in on the cardboard boxes and the face of a girl peeks out.
A face so pure, honest and soft that my whole life flashes before my eyes.
I’m reminded of every single bad thing I’ve done, every single bad thought I’ve ever had and every single bad thing I’ve ever said. The ground shakes beneath my boots and it feels like I’m floating.
Who the fuck is this heavenly creature and what is she doing in a place like this?
I don’t know who she is but I still feel connected to her, like she was entwined in my veins even before I met her.
“You’ve brought your female?” the intruder snarls, bringing me back to the present and I tense when he raises his gun. I’m prepared to fire but don’t get the chance. With a panicky gasp, the girl spurts from her hiding place, throwing herself in between me and the other male. And the bullet...
It hits her.
“Nooooo...!” I bellow from the depths of the darkness of my heart and I grab my gun, firing. I shoot the man so many times, his whole body twitches like a puppet and he slams into the brick wall. I don’t stop. Shooting and shooting until there are no more bullets and then I throw the gun to the side, falling to my knees before the girl.
“Angel,” I gasp, cradling her head in my hands. “Baby, why’d you do that?”
White in the face, she pants, “Dunno. Seemed like the right thing to do.” She lets out a weak laugh as her eyes roll back in her head. “Kinda regretting it now, though...”
A tear slides down my face and there’s so much blood coming out of her. She’s covered in crimson and worst of all is that the bullet has stayed in her body. I need to get it out. It’s too close to her lung and if I don’t help her now, it’ll stop her from breathing.
“I’m going to turn you around, angel,” I whisper. “Just be brave for me and I’ll fix this.”
