5

"Fuck!" I screamed in shock and shortly after this loud shot I felt the guy behind me just fall to the ground. I turned around, wide-eyed, and suddenly saw Padraig further away, grinning at me and just putting his gun away. For once he wore a leather jacket over his white tank top, otherwise he looked like he always did with all the chains and rings.

"I'm starting to love you Gallaghers," he beamed, standing right in front of me. "You always have exactly the action I need."

I looked at him in surprise, watched him take his valuables from the guy on the ground and then turned back to Irina and the other guy, who suddenly didn't seem so brave anymore.

Piss!

Without thinking too much, I aimed right at his head, heard his pitiful plea for forgiveness, but the remorse came too late on his part. If there's one thing I hated more than my own life, it's when men molest women.

I pulled the trigger without hesitation, felt my heart beating wildly and after the cupboard fell to the floor, I immediately went to Irina, who was still leaning against the wall of the house in a panic and looked deep into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously and she nodded in a daze, only to suddenly throw herself into my arms.

"He didn't accept the breakup," she explained in a low voice, nuzzling her head tightly against my chest while I felt her delicate arms around my body, almost clawing into my back.

Fuck! I wasn't exactly the type of guy who could calm down or comfort women, so I put my hand on her back and just patted her a few times, like Rian did to Esme when she cried again and wouldn't be soothed. Then I broke away from her briefly to take off my denim jacket and put it around her trembling body.

"Keeva was probably right there," Padraig tore me out of my thoughts, which I eyed questioningly at his statement.

"What do you mean by that?" I wanted to know and anyway the question came up in my mind what he was even doing here. The gypsy quarter was probably an hour away by car alone.

"She said I should keep an eye on you because she's worried. I waited for you at Jake's, then followed you inconspicuously and yes, you could really say that we gypsies have a sense for things like that."

He pointed to the two lying on the ground and shrugged his shoulders completely indifferently until his eyes suddenly fell on Irina, who was still standing in front of me, clinging to me.

"Yours?" he asked and I shook my head almost imperceptibly. I didn't even know her even though she already triggered more in me with her proximity than all these sluts I used to fuck.

"You could say I have a sense of getting into situations like this," I retorted, and then it was Irina, who hesitantly pulled away from me and looked up into my eyes while wiping away sporadic tears with one hand.

"I... I should go home now," she said, overwhelmed, and when she turned to her ex on the ground, she bent down to his lifeless body, which I watched tensely. At first I thought she might be grieving after all or something, but apparently she was very similar to Padraig. She slipped her delicate hands into the inside of his jacket, pulled out money and a cell phone shortly after, and after standing up with things in hand, she gave him another solid kick in the side, which really impressed me.

"I hope you're burning in hell! Asshole!"

Padraig gave me a look that gave me the slightest idea that he found her just as crazy as I did, but that's exactly what I suddenly found so fascinating about her. She was different somehow. Unlike all the women that I otherwise got to know.

"Well, thank you," she turned to us again and was about to leave, but I held her arm back.

"Where do you live? We'll take you home," I explained, just hoping she would say yes and let it go without hesitation. I didn't want her alone on the street after all this shit, which suddenly worried me myself. Since when did I care about this?

"What's going on here?" I suddenly heard Jake behind us and turned to him briefly. He had the drunk girl by his side, but she suddenly screamed hysterically when she saw the bodies and ran away. Of course, at first she almost fell against a garbage can with her high heels, but at some point only her screaming could be heard and she was out of our field of vision.

"Maybe we should go too," Padraig interjected into the silence, causing Jake to give him an annoyed look.

"You could at least have hidden the shitty corpses. Now all the prep work didn't help the little one!"

"We can go to me," Irina spoke out loud and just looked at me. "Well, if you want. And you," she then turned to Jake. "I have several cousins ​​who are really open to nocturnal adventures."

"I'm in!"

Jake's smile grew immeasurably at her words and after Padraig nodded to me and lit a cigarette, I felt Irina's hand on mine, to which I then looked down questioningly. Her blue eyes studied me as if trying to read me, but I quickly dodged the chaos in my mind and took my hand out of hers to light a cigarette as well.

"Then let's go," I came out and together we walked along the narrow streets without really knowing what was to come.