K I N S L E Y ' S    P O V

Drowning.

I've said this once, i'll say it again.

I'm drowning. I can't be saved anymore.

I've been saved one to many times now. I'm done. I've given up on myself.

If I can't even save myself, how can I let you save me, over, and over again. I'm ready to let go. I'm ready for my time to be up.

You just have to,

Let.
Me.

   "Go get another bucket of water. She isn't waking up." Someone said. "I told you. You made me push her to hard." Another said.

   "We didn't make you do shit, Greyson. You did half this shit on your own will. We told you that WE would do it if you were to pussy to." He yelled.

   The cold water splashed against my bare skin once more. I gasped and opened my eyes, crawling back to the brick wall I've found comfort in. "Ahh they you are." A man that I had never seen before said.

   "Just let me die in fucking peace. I've been through enough of this bullshit." I said to the man. Greysons eyes widened as he looked between the two of us.

   "Oh no can do, our  fun had only just begun!" His thick Russian accent sticking out. "Ok boys. We leave tonight, at 5 on the dot. Not a minute before, not a minute after. We won't let the Italians get in our way this time." He said, bringing the attention to all of the men in the room.

   They all left except for Greyson who stood in front of me. "What the fuck do you want." I said through gritted teeth. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. I laughed for a second, "I think it's just a little late for sorries now."

   "I tried to make them leave, I tried everything." He said as he began pacing the room. "Well." I paused. "Not everything. I've asked you to just kill me several times. If you wont do it, just leave the gun on the ground. I'll do it myself." I told him.

   He looked at me with worry. "I can't let you hurt yourself let that." "More than you've already hurt me? I don't think I could possibly cause myself anymore pain then what you've already caused." I told him.

   "Right. Well. I've got to go." He left without another word. I closed my eyes and leaned my head on the brick wall.

   Is it bad that I don't even want my family to come and save me. I don't want them to get hurt in the process of trying to save me.

   I just want this all the be over. Everything will all be over soon.

K E A T O N ' S    P O V

   "Everything will all be over soon." Matteo said, looking at the computers. We haven't had an ounce of sleep since the night she decided to go with him.

   Tonight is the night that I bring home Kinsley. Tonight is the night we end both Greyson and the Russians fucking lives. We leave at 4. Get there at 4:30. That leaves us about half an hour to do everything and get Kinsley safely.

   It's half past 2 now. We're coming soon, Kinsley. Just hold on a little longer.

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THIRD PERSON POV

  Four rolled around for the Italians faster than they could say kill. They were all prepared. Not only to kill both Greyson and the Russians, whom they've been trying to get for years, they also will finally get Kinsley back.

Without Kinsley the family can't stay afloat. She is their pride and joy. They're way of living. It might seem untrue. Because how can a person affect someones life in such a powerful manner?

Kinsley was the type of person to help everyone even if she was hurting herself. She wouldn't let anyone be alone, even if they had fucked up in her books.

They all loved Kinsley. I mean hell, who couldn't? Even Keaton fell in love with her only after a week of knowing her.

They loaded up into many vans, deciding it was best to split everyone up. They brought a little over 100 of their most skilled men. The Russians weren't smart, but they upgraded a little from the last time that the family tried to end them.

They rolled up to the house they had been dreading. Would they be prepared enough to see the sight of their precious sister. How she would look, how she would act, how she would feel?

4:30. The time they had all been waiting for. "Ok. Everyone ready?" One would ask through the earpiece Jhett had made.

"Lets kill some Russian fucks." Keaton said, opening the van door. He started shooting whoever she saw. Man, female, they were all the same to him. The only thing that mattered to him at this specific moment in time, was getting her.

Meanwhile in the basement of the three story house, Greyson, along with a couple of the Russians were throwing things in bags.

"Somebody go grab Kinsley. Make sure she stays tied up. I have a plan." The leader spoke. A couple of his men nodded and took off down the stairs. Not even 2 minutes later, Kinsley was being batted around by the four men.

"Greyson. Go upstairs. Get all of our shit." The leader said. He had a special plan in mind. One that would hurt Greyson if he had seen it.

"Show yourselves of we will come in." One of the Italians yelled from outside. All of the Russians that had been keeping a lookout on the outside, were now dead. Every, single, one of them.

They had no remorse for killing them either.

The men on the inside spoke in russian, yelling at each other as Kinsley stood confusedly. "You have about 2 seconds before we come in." They yelled from the outside.

Suddenly, the front door opened, revealing Kinsley. She was pushed to the ground, the Russians yelling orders to her.

Keatons eyes grew wide at the sight of his soulmate. Broken and bruised, dried blood, and much more.

The Russian leader showed himself. His gun to the side of him. "I have yet been payed by your father, Matteo. I took your most prized possession because he has mine." He said.

They sat silently, listening to the sick fuck as he stood behind Kinsley. "So, since I have yet to get my possessions back, in which I don't think I will ever receive, you won't be getting yours." He said, raising the gun to the back of Kinsleys head.

She shut her eyes tight. This was her wish, after all. To finally let go. Finally feel free from all the pain and sorrow she has been put through.

He pulled the trigger and she slumped to the ground. This was her wish. From the beginning of her life to what was her last moments, all she felt was pain.

Guns went blazing as men fell, left and right.

Kinsley wanted two things for her final moments. To finally be free from pain, but to have a happy ending.

But like most stories, not every princess has a happy ending...

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Crying in da club right now.

My poor baby.

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