I've been running from the bodyguards for about half an hour.

I couldn't find Mikhail or Rafael, they totally disappeared and no one has been uttering a word in the earpiece.

I hope they're doing okay. I hope Don didn't get them.

I was anxiously hiding in an elevator, I pressed on the button with the tenth floor, it was the last floor for the building.

I anxiously aimed my gun to the door's elevator. Body trembling with fear of getting caught, tortured, killed.

The elevator went opened, I found the floor completely silent and empty.

I let out a sigh of relief and stepped out of the elevator."Mikhail, do you copy?!" My shaky fingers pressed against the ear piece. I could hear my weak voice echo through the area.

Suddenly a huge arm is wrapped around my neck, "Run again and I'll break your neck." Adriano aimed a gun to my head as I let out a gasp.

My grip tightened to my gun as I forced to lift my hand to his direction. "Don't you dare, Evelyn." He growled, wrapping his arm tighter and tighter.

I shakingly dropped my gun to the floor, I couldn't make a single move. All I was able to focus on was trying to catch my breath as I kicked Adriano's legs with my foot.

I feel blood pressuring through my veins. Adriano suddenly let go of me and I dropped to the ground, catching back my breath.

I found him thrown to the ground opposite me, his face was covered with blood. Mikhail kept punching him till he passed out.

Mikhail.

I let out a gasp. I'm grinning so hard.

Mikhail cuffed both Adriano's hands.
He let him knocked out on the floor and he got up to his feet.

Mikhail turned to me, "Hey, Love." He whipped the blood off his lips, smirking.

My heart stopped beating.

He was wearing all in black, chemise, trousers, short coat and leather boots.

We were matching outfits.

Fuck.

I covered my mouth, forcing back tears. He stretched out his arms for me, grinning. "Come here." He choked out, heavily breathing from all the punches he threw.

The moment I was about to run to his arms, a bullet suddenly passed between us, so rapidly that it almost hit Mikhail's arm.

Both our eyes widened with terror. Mikhail dropped his arms and I froze my place.

We turned to our side, finding a body guard aiming a gun at Mikhail.

Mikhail slowly lifted his arms as he muttered to me. "Run." It came out as a whisper.

"But," I took one step closer, frightened."Mikhail-"

"I said run!" He shouted and I found the bodyguard rushing to me, still aiming the gun at Mikhail.

I almost slipped before heading to the perron. I found another body guard climbing up to me, he was also holding a gun.

I quickly turned around and proceeded to climb upstairs.

Before reaching to the door's roof, I heard a gunshot echoing through the perron.

Tears welled up my eyes as I froze my place. "No-" I hissed.

I took a glance downstairs and found the bodyguard rushing to me, his hands were covered with blood.

I quickly stepped into the roof and closed the door beside me, pushing against it with much force so the man won't open it.

My eyes widened the moment I turned my head around. I found Don standing in the middle of the roof with a one last bodyguard pointing his gun at me.

I don't have my gun.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The bodyguard walked towards me, still aiming. "Don't move." He commanded and I slowly raised my arms.

The moment he took another step closer, my knees harshly hit his crotch. The gun dropped from his hands and I managed to catch it at the right time.

I quickly hit the back of the guy's head with the edge of my gun. He fell to his knees and his head started bleeding until he was knocked out.

Don raised both hands in defeat and he speechlessly stood still.

"Get on your knees." I furiously pointed my gun at him and I found him stuttering. "Now!" I shouted, pulling the trigger and he immediately got on his knees, both hands interlaced behind his head.

Two helicopters were landing on the building roof, about half an army got out while aiming their rifles at Don.

Mikhail, Rafael and a cop got out of the other helicopter, pointing their guns at him as well.

I was still trying to handle my balance while holding the heavy gun, my hands trembled a bit.

Mikhail stared into the bald man's soul as he got closer to him and kneeled opposite him.

The sound of the police cars in the street stopped, giving us the sign that they caught all of the other bodyguards that worked for him.

Silence filled the place, only we were able to hear the whistling of the wind.

Mikhail still stared at him as his blood boiled in rage, wanting to avenge himself, wanting to avenge Evelyn, my clone.

He furiously digged the gun to Don's throat, fighting the urge not to pull the trigger. Mikhail tightly grabbed the collar of Don's shirt with his clenched fist, Don was sweating with fear yet his expression was far from it.

"This is for killing her." Mikhail hissed into his ears, pulling the trigger as his veins throbbed from his neck. Don's face was priceless, his eyes widened in fear as he stared at me like he has seen a ghost. "This is for taking away something that was mine."

"Mikhail-" I whimpered, not being able to handle this anymore.

"You'll fucking regret dealing with a devil like me." he uttered, his eyes full of vengeance. "I'll fucking make sure of that."

I rushed to him, dropping to my knees. "Mikhail, stop!" I weakly hissed and he turned his head to me.

"He killed you." His eyes welled up with tears, digging the gun further to Don's head. "He took you from me." His eyes widened with terror the moment he realized it wasn't just me Don got rid of. "He took Marcus from us." His voice weakened and his hand started trembling.

"And we won, Mikhail." I cupped his cheeks with my hands, nodding with a smile. " It's alright, we took him down." I whispered.

He stared back at Don, cheeks wet with tears. He returned the trigger, letting go of his grip and then he punched him in the face.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I trembled, I wasn't able to compose myself anymore. I've already consumed a lot of energy.

Mikhail reached to me and kneeled down again. He suddenly pulled me in his arms, "Come here-" he rested his chin on my head, stroking my back and then my hair as I let out a tired sob, "You've done a great job, I love you."

Shivers travelled down my spine as I started sobbing harder. I clinged to his arms and hugged him tighter, still not able to properly catch my breath.

I missed him the way a heart misses It's pulses. I missed the way he made me feel complete.

"You and I ended this. It's finally over." he whispered and I gradually calmed down, closed my eyes and rested on his chest. "You won't have to fear anything anymore."

We ended this.

It's finally over.

And we're going to be okay.

I hope we are.

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[Súton] (n.) : twilight; the approach of death or the end of something.