Is that a promise?

"Welcome, what may I get you?"
You smile towards the woman,
"Well... I heard you..."
She leans in closer, whispering.
"Provide special services...?"
Your mouth agape, catching her drift.
"Oh! Yes! Yes, I do.. Hold on, let me just..."

You tell your manager you're taking five, taking off your apron and sitting with the woman.
"It's rare I get a request personally... They usually just text me."
You explained, as she hands you some documents.
"This offer is a bit..."
Biting her lip, moving uncomfortably in her seat.
"I guess personal.. To the both of us."
You squint your eyes at her. Thinking what she had meant by personal...
You look down at the paper, recognizing the name.
"Brody... Brody?!"
Your eyes widen, remembering the boy who had bullied you in your younger years.
"Yes... He's committed some crimes that I simply cannot comprehend how and why, but.. I figured you'd be perfect for the job, as I think you have a resentment... Towards him?"
You nod, continuing to read the file. Remembering his address and looking at the price.
$70,000,000,000
"Alright miss, I'll accept this contract."
She smiles, standing up to leave the eatery.

You went back to work and continued to tend the other customers.
Thinking about how the young boy named Brady used to torment you almost everyday during your younger years.
You always hated him, with a deep passion. He made your life shit and you felt like shit. Intrusive thoughts about hurting Brady was always there, and it never left. You were excited, to finally make his life flash before his eyes.

Apparantly, he kidnapped and.. Took advantage of their vulnerability for his own pleasure, the police didn't do anything because, apparently there's no evidence. Which is bullshit.
Cops fucking sucks..
You thought to yourself, walking back to your apartment. Frank was working somewhere else and won't be going with you, but you didn't mind. Your strong, you can handle this job yourself.

Pulling out your gear, equipped with your hand gun and knife. Since he lives alone it wouldn't be a hassle, putting on your mask, to hide your identity, you ride your motorcycle to the address.

Parking down the road, you swiftly walked toward his door.
Knocking, you hear some shuffles on the other side. Preparing to see the face of the boy you hate with all your might, he finally opens the door.
"Hi... Uh, may I help you...?"
He asked you hesitantly, smiling politely.
You take off your mask, his eyes widen.
"Hey Brady... It's uh, nice to meet you.."
He stammers out a response,
"Y-Y/N..! I... I-uh, come in..! Come in, make yourself feel.. Comfortable.."
He opens the door for you, inviting you inside. You smile at his... Hospitality.
Leading you to the couch, he grabs some wine glasses and a wine bottle. Pouring you a glass, he asks you.
"So.. What made you visit..?"
You shrug, taking a sip,
"Just.. Visiting some old classmates."
"Ah.. I see... Well, I'm surprised you visited me."
He laughs, drinking his wine.
"So Brady, what do you do now..?"
You ask, observing his reaction.
His sweat between his brows, averting his eyes.

"Well, I uh.. It's confidential, Y/N."
He sighed, and looks towards you.
"Look, I know what I did to you back then was shitty. I'm really sorry if I hurted you in anyway--"
Your patience grows little.
"So if you didn't hurt me you wouldn't be sorry?"
Speechless, he stayed quiet.
"Look, I just want to apologize. I'm sure I did hurt you. And I'm sorry for that."
You shake your head,
"You know, you wouldn't apologize if I hadn't showed up tonight. But sadly, I need to do my job."
You put down your glass, getting ready to grab your gun.
He stands up, cleaning the table. You grab a pillow, to silence the gunshot.
"I know what you do, Y/N."
He states,
"Do you, now?"
"Yeah, and I assume I'm your contract? Yeah... No. We're aware of how you work."
Holding the wine bottle by the neck, he smashes it against the table. Spilling the contents inside.
Gripping your gun, you aim at him.
"Make my job easier, yeah?"

He lunges at you, making you shoot.
Knocking the gun out your hands, you struggle gripping his wrists, the broken wine bottle almost stabbing you in the face.
Grunting, you kick him off. Flipping the both of you over.
"I'm surprised..."
He says, grabbing your neck.
Shocked, you grab his hands, resulting in him stabbing you in your side.
Shouting in pain, you fall over.
Pulling out the bottle, you crawl your way towards the gun.
Brady looms over you, grabbing the bottle.
Smashing it against your face, shards going everywhere.
"Fucking bitch... You're not killing me. You won't walk back out alive."
Gripping your hair, harshly tilting your head up towards him.
Noticing your knife inside your pocket, he takes it.
"A pocket knife.. Where'd you get this?"
You spat at him. Baring your teeth, breathing heavily.
Pulling your hair tighter, he plunges the knife into your shoulder.
Yelping in pain, he sighed.
"Ah.. Doesn't matter, I'll just take this knife from you. You'll die anyways."
He reaches to your gun, unaware of you pulling the knife out.
Looking back at you, you stabbed his throat.
Mouth gurgling, you stand up weakly. Grabbing a pillow and taking your gun back, shooting him.

Calling your contractor, she paid you and said people will come and clean the mess.
Wincing in pain as you take a step forward, you grip your injuries. Both hands occupied and bloody.
You walk out, noticing that you're not far from Frank's house.
All you had to do was cross the street and turn a few corners. The only problem was, you're in the city and it's the afternoon. People will be everywhere.

Walking slowly and hoping no one will see or notice you bleeding.
But seeing as you're wearing a white button down, it won't go unnoticed. Your clothes ripped and red, covered with dust and small glass shards everywhere.
Crossing the crosswalk, turning around the corner of Frank's house, a middle aged woman had bumped into you, hitting your shoulder.
Grunting loudly, she looks at you with concern.
"Im so sorry--! You're injured! Are... Will you be okay?! Do you need me to call the police?!"
Eyes staring at the both of you, people noticing you bleed profusely.
You shake your head frantically,
"No, it's... It's fine. I'm fine. Just don't call anyone..."
You say sternly.
Her hand holding a phone lowered. The woman and the people watched as you made towards Frank's house.

Mustering the strength to walk up the porch, you stopped in front of the door.
Your bloody hand knocking, waiting for the door to open.
It swings open, seeing Frank without his mask, but your vision had become too blury to notice anything.
He looked shocked, seeing your injuries.
"Y/N..?!"
You smile weakly,
"Oh hey Frank.."

Losing consciousness, you fall into Frank's arms. He notices the people staring, he waves awkwardly and shuts the door.

He carries you into his room, laying you down onto his bed and slowly lifting your shirt, exposing the stab wound.
He grabs a medkit and disinfected your wounds, and was soon about to bandage you up, but your wounds were too deep and needed some stitches.
He panicked, he didn't know how to stitch wounds back up... But Collin does.

Calling Collin, he agreed to come over and treat you.
Frank grabs a wash cloth and some tweezers.
Gently cupping your face, he softly takes out the glass shards out your cheek.
Putting all the shards aside on a piece of paper, he takes the wet washcloth, wiping the dirt and blood off your face. Brushing your hair behind your ear, he continues to softly clean you up. The bleeding had stopped, but noticed you cut your lip.
He swipes across your lip gently, not wanting to hurt you.
As Frank finsihed cleaning you up, the bedroom door opens, revealing Collin, carrying his tools.
"Hey Frank. Is this them?"
He asked, making Frank nod.
"Damn... They really got messed up, huh?"
Frank stands up, making Collin sit down beside you.
"What do they do that they get this badly injured?"
"Bounty hunting."
Collin pulls a "makes sense" face. Lifting up your shirt a little, he disinfects the wound again and threads the curved needle, making it easier to pull it out the other side.
Slowly and surely stitching you up, including the wound on you shoulder.

He finished and put his tools back. Observing your face, he could see why Frank would like you.
Speaking of, Frank enters the room wearing his mask. Giving Collin a drink, as they watch over you.
"Im happy for you, Frank..."
He takes a sip.
"Thanks Collin. For everything..."
Collin laughs softly, looking up at him.
"Well, it's my pleasure. But..."
Looking back at you, resting.
"You two take care of eachother, now. And you, Frank, need to learn how to treat wounds..! This shouldn't happen again, you know..."
Teasing Frank, laughing quietly.
"Im planning to.. But Collin..?"
Frank cleared his throat, making Collin look back up at him.
"Yeah..?"
Collin asked, as Frank sighed

"... How do I tell if I've fallen for someone?"