Chapter 4: Zarri Sacrificed, Last Moment in Mortal World

I ignored what her dad was saying and immediately got Zera into the ambulance. Her dad was about to get in when I stopped him. Someone needed to stay, and something inside me told me to stop him.

"I'll go with Zera. Talk to the police about the shooting," I said.

He cried, nodded, and got into the police car.

I got into the ambulance, and it started moving.

"Wh-why did you h-help me. T-thank you," she said weakly.

-_- You're about to die.

Tsk, just kidding, you're lucky I'm kind.

"We're mortal enemies, but I don't have a stone heart, Zera! Just stay quiet and don't sleep," I scolded.

So noisy, ugh.

"Haha, don't worry, I'll repay you," she said weakly.

"Don't talk too much. Keep your strength. You might lose a lot of blood if you talk too much!" I shouted.

"Thank you," she said.

I moved closer so she wouldn't have to raise her voice.

"You're welcome, just keep your strength! Maybe we won't be enemies anymore. You owe me your life," I said.

She nodded and closed her eyes, grimacing in pain.

I felt her pulse, shit! Her heartbeat was slowing down. What's happening? Does she have another wound?

I looked at her stomach and was shocked to see a bullet wound!

"HEY, GIRL! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A BULLET WOUND!! YOU'RE REALLY STUPID!!" I shouted at Zera.

I immediately applied pressure to her stomach. Why is it taking so long?! This girl is about to die! The driver is so slow!

"DRIVER, SPEED UP! THE PATIENT IS ABOUT TO DIE!!" I shouted.

He sped up.

I was puzzled when the driver suddenly cursed.

"Ma'am! The brakes are broken!"

What?! Did I hear that right? The brakes? Broken??

"What?! Sht! Fck! Jump out now, quickly!" I said.

I saw that he was pale and sweating, obviously not wanting to die, so he jumped out without hesitation.

I help Zera and get ready and In count to three.

Zarri's Point of View

I had a dream.

I don't know why, but the triplets named Blue seem to have a connection with me.

What could it be? I have a tattoo on my wrist that says "Xian Blue," just like the Blue in my dream. Damn it! What's going on?!

I think they died in my dream, but why?

Psh, I don't have time for that. I just got home, and I'm feeling such intense pain, like my heart is being squeezed.

I just found out that the person I love and trusted is getting married to my flirtatious, leech of a cousin.

I can't help but be angry at my parents. I have a mom and dad, but they're all about work and favoritism! They treat my cousin like their own child, while I feel like nothing.

Since I became aware, they've treated me like air. They're always away, busy with work, and never celebrated any of my birthdays. Not even once.

I'm 22 years old now, and I've longed for parental care, which led me to rebel. I became the queen of an organization. I'm a mafia queen—yes, you read it right! I'm a feared mafia queen, and I enjoy killing. I also have friends, my gang.

My full name is Zarri Xemisha Fordalish. I'm a famous model and chef too. I'm a genius but cold.

I just finished eating at my restaurant.

I can't forget the face of that woman. I saw on her nametag that she was Airylle Vedison. I know her because she's a famous dance instructor, but she keeps a low profile, so she's not widely recognized.

I was driving to the underground hideout when suddenly a thought hit me.

"If I die, I wish in my next life to have a loving family that will love me dearly and fill the gaps left by my loved ones here."

Tears started to fall uncontrollably. The pain was too much! I was overwhelmed and hit the steering wheel repeatedly.

"Arrgghh! I hate this life! "

All I ever wanted was love from my parents. Is that too much to ask for?!

I've decided now. I grabbed my phone. I've decided.

"Hello," I called my right-hand gang member.

"Put this on loudspeaker to the whole underground," I said coldly.

A moment later, I used the voice I always used with them.

"Everyone, from now on, my right hand will be the new mafia king!! I, the former mafia queen, will be gone," I said quickly and coldly before ending the call.

I hate goodbyes.

I'm sure they were shocked because I resigned after all these years. I couldn't take it anymore! The pain was too much.

My gang mates were calling, but I didn't answer. I just texted them because I didn't want to hear anything from them.

"Thanks for everything, and sorry," I said.

My vision was blurred by these damned tears. I was about to crash my car into a tree when I saw an ambulance.

The driver jumped out, SHIT! They lost their brakes!!

I saw they were about to hit a truck. I sped up and intercepted with my car, shielding the ambulance from the truck.

I was ready for whatever would happen, as nothing good had ever happened in my life. I was done, exhausted.

The impact was strong. My head hit the steering wheel. The ambulance crashed into me too, pinning me.

The two vehicles continued to move, crushing me, until they finally stopped, smoke and leaking gas filling the air.

I struggled, my vision blurry, bleeding from my head, stomach, and legs. My chest was also badly hurt, but it was nothing compared to all the emotional pain. I was too numb to feel anything.

I struggled to the ambulance and pulled out the two women inside. We collapsed on the road.

I coughed up blood.

That's when I realized that one of the women was Airylle, and the other was Zera, the girl I often saw fighting on the streets and courts.

We were all covered in blood.

"T-thank you! We'll pay y-you back," they both said, coughing.

I don't know why, but I felt compelled to hold their hands.

I was shocked to feel they had no pulse.

I looked up at the feet above my head and saw an old woman smiling down at me before I was engulfed in darkness.

"Your wish is granted, but some things did not follow your request. It's time to go back where you belong," a voice said in the dark.