REESE

chapter six.

Reese POV:

I woke up to shuffling noises outside my door. I sleepily sat up and reached for my phone to check the time.

7am.

I groaned realizing what was about to happen. I fell back down onto my warm bed, shifted my sleeping position onto my stomach and shoved my face into my pillow just as my door slowly creaked open.

"What if she had a late night working? Maybe we shouldn't wake her up."

"But I'm bored and she has to train anyways, the Mafia Games are coming up."

"Fine but I'm sitting over here, I don't want to be in the line of fire when she shoots you."

It was suddenly quiet and I was slowly drifting back to sleep, but then I felt someone situate themselves onto my back. Then that same someone repeatedly started poking my arm until I groaned into my pillow.

"Pria." My voice came out muffled.

"Yeah Reese." My best friend replied happily, still sitting on my back.

Without moving my head from my pillow or opening my eyes, I reached under my second pillow and pulled out my Glock 17. I gently placed it beside me for Pria to see. I heard a laugh coming from the other side of the room as Pria slowly got off my back grumbling under her breath.

"I told you."

"Shut up."

I smiled as I sat up and turned around to meet the gazes of my two best friends.

Nico Williams and Pria Sangha are two people I am proud to call family. Despite the two-year age difference we have, them being twenty while I'm still eighteen, we have been inseparable since the day we met approximately ten years ago.

I was freshly adopted by my dad and was helping him hack into a server of a gang that decided paying the American Mafia for the weapons we provided was something they did not want to do. Even though I practically planned the raid, my dad made me watch from a T.V monitor at home because I was quote on quote "too tiny" to be where the action was.

My eight-year-old self thought that was utterly ridiculous.

I watched on the monitor as our soldiers ripped their headquarters apart. When our people entered their basement, I was absolutely horrified to see hundreds of kidnapped children locked away in cells. We immediately transported all of them to one of our warehouses and I personally led a team that made sure that the children who were kidnapped from their families be returned and the orphans be placed into safe and caring foster homes that would provide them everything they needed and more.

But there were two orphaned kids that stood out from the rest.

A beautiful little Indian girl that had rich brown locks that flowed down her slim sides. She had plump lips and large doe eyes that made her look innocent and fragile, but her personality was the stark opposite. She was fiercely protective of the children around her and willing to save them by any means necessary. She oozed confidence and stared down anyone who looked her way. She had a hidden ferocity. She stood alongside a little dark-skinned boy with gorgeous hazel eyes and curly black hair. He stood tall for his age and constantly wore a glare that heeded a warning for others to stay away. Despite his quiet but menacing aura, he showed a softness for the children he was protecting. He wasn't scared to fight the men that tried to hurt them, and he wasn't scared to hold off our men as well. These were two very special ten-year-olds.

They were two ten-year-olds that stood in front of our soldiers protecting the children behind them when we entered their cells. Two ten-year-olds that refused to let anyone touch them despite having multiple injuries. Two ten-year-olds that only let their guard down once an eight-year-old girl asked them if they wanted to stay with her and train to save other children who were suffering the same fate, and hurt the ones that were making them suffer.