Chapter 11 - The Plan
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"You want me to become a killer."
"I want you to protect your family."
"By murdering people?"
"By stopping people who would murder you."
I stood up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the quiet street. The quiet town. The quiet life I'd built.
"I'm not like them. I'm not like Victor."
"You're exactly like them. You just don't know it yet."
I turned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Your father trained you. From the moment you were born. You think those self-defense classes were for fun? Those survival lessons? Those trips to the shooting range?"
"He wanted me to be safe."
"He wanted you to be ready. For this. For what's coming."
"I don't believe you."
"Then why do you have a gun in your nightstand? Why do you check the locks three times before bed? Why do you wake up at every noise?"
I didn't have an answer.
"You've been preparing your whole life, Maya. You just didn't know it."
She stood up. Walked to the door.
"Think about it. I'll be in touch."
She left. I stood there. Alone.
Thinking.
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That night, I had a dream.
I was eight years old. In the warehouse with Dad. He was teaching me to shoot.
"Steady hands. Steady breath. Steady mind."
"I don't want to."
"You have to. One day, you'll need this."
"I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You won't. But you'll need to protect yourself. And your family. Remember that."
"I don't understand."
"You will."
I woke up. Sweating. Shaking.
Dad's voice echoed in my head.
You'll need to protect yourself. And your family.
I looked at Leo. Sleeping peacefully. Innocent.
I looked at the gun in my nightstand.
And I made a decision.
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