Sienna Grant [Grant - A Dangerous Game

My trembling hand gives away my nervousness, as I wrap my fingers around the cold, hard steel. I make sure to hide it well though, my father would kill me if I was to show any weakness. Pulling in a deep breath to quell my racing heart, I grab a firm hold of myself. My index finger fits neatly through the ring at the bottom, pressing gently against the trigger. As I hold my arm out in front of me. Its just me and him in the thick part of the woods, on his knees, begging me not to shoot him.

Ive been around guns all my life. Theyre like a second skin. Ive been trained to shoot targets, but this is the first time Ive pointed it at a person. Im a mix of emotions, Im scared, but Im ready to do this. He snivels before me and cries, snot mingling, as he tries to appeal to my better nature. My dad taught me not to have a soft side. That everyone who crosses our paths should fear us.

Please Stefano, dont kill me. You dont have to do this.

Yes, I do. I cut him off from his begging. You should have thought of that before. My cold stare boring into him, making him pale with terror.

Please let me go? I promise Ill go away, Ill never come back. I swear to you, just dont kill me. His voice is weak and shaky. His pathetic red, swollen eyes rising up to look into my hardened ones.

Its too late. I snarl through gritted teeth. I have to prove to my Dad that I can do this. That I have the power hes bestowed upon me. This is what Ive always wanted.

The sound of rustling leaves behind me makes me more nervous, because I know hes here to make sure I do it. He told me from a young age, that everything will be mine when I turn twenty-one. Ill be the head of the business, head of the family. Ill be in charge, but Im not twenty-one yet, Im only sixteen...

Son?

Keeping the gun pointed at the fucking scumbag in front of me, I glance to the side to look at my father as he nods. Just one single nod, thats all it takes to peak my determination.

Look at me. I demand through gritted teeth, a snarl twitching at my lip. I want to see the quiver in your lip and the paleness of your skin, as I pull the trigger.

Stefano. No please dont do this. Youre just a kid - you dont have to do it.

Im not a kid. Ill prove to him how much of a kid I am. The branches on the trees part as my father steps out to make himself known. With his hands in his pockets, standing proud in his expensive suit, looking on.

As I said, its too late. Spreading my feet apart to widen my stance, I stand firm on the sodden ground and lock my knees. My arm is relaxed, but strong, just how I was taught. The muscles tighten in my forearm, as I squeeze my finger against the trigger, until I hear the click. The loud bang echoes through the air. Mickeys head is forced back with the speed of the bullet embedding itself in his forehead, leaving a gaping hole. His eyes are wide, scared, before falling backwards on the ground, with a thud.