Gin

CONTINUATION: You also became the right hand of Gin, the man who ruled the city like a lord of shadows. Strict, ruthless, but not without his own charm, he trusted you as he trusted no one else. Perhaps because you could not betray him with a word. But that day, when you returned home after another mission, an unexpected surprise awaited you. Your parents, who always dreamed of a “normal” life for you, decided that it was time to arrange your personal life. They found a partner for you You tried to explain with gestures that you didn't want this. You weren't heard. Just like no one has ever heard your voice. The wedding was set up quickly, as if they were afraid you would fail. The day before, when the tension reached its limit, you came to Gin. Your face gave everything away.

“Did something happen?” he asked dryly, putting down his cigar. You took out a notepad and wrote:

• "I'm getting married tomorrow. I don't want..." He read it, thoughtfully exhaled smoke, then looked at you.

• "Very good."

What did that mean? You didn't understand. The next day, when you were led to the groom, the world around you seemed unreal. You felt like a prisoner in your own body, a stranger at your own celebration. People smiled, said toasts, not realizing that for you it was like a funeral. The groom took your hand, his fingers damp with sweat. He said something, but the sound seemed to filter out of your consciousness. And suddenly - a shot. Quiet but distinct. From above. The last thing your "betrothed" saw was your eyes wide with shock. He collapsed and the crowd erupted in screams. You instinctively looked around, looking up, and there, on the roof of the neighboring building, in the rays of the setting sun, stood he. Gin. Sniper rifle in hand, smoking cigarette in his teeth. He slowly lowered the weapon, squinted from the sun and winked at you.

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