It finally happened, the one man closest to you, rivaling your closeness with Caleb himself. The one that you would go to if Caleb wasn’t available.

He had been shot, a perfect snipe between his eyes when he had stood still for a little too long in the open on the mission.

You had entirely shut off your emotions, making you more emotionless. From controlling and keeping them in check, you could allow some to slip through. But now- they were completely gone.

You didn’t know how coop, you didn’t know whether to feel pissed and angry, or upset and emotional. It was a mess, inside you mind and heart, your mind kept you in check, while your heart wanted release.

You sat there, unmoving and unblinking on the couch, you asked for leave, Caleb understood and gave you what you asked. Only problem was- it was two days after the appointed time for when your leave would end, and you still weren’t feeling the greatest.

You didn’t even blink when someone knocked on your door. You knew it was Caleb, you knew he wouldn’t send one of his men to retrieve you. You were his weapon, his right hand. And you’d probably try to kill anyone that came to get you if it wasn’t Caleb.

“Its me, Caleb. You know that.” His deep voice, muffled by the door emitted from behind it. Softer than you have ever heard it, and hung concern from every letter that left his lips. “I’ve come to check on you.”

It wasn’t to come get you to come back to the mafia..?