Valentine's Vendetta | Part 2

Cupid locks his scope on Leonora, ready to take the shot

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We are back with part 2 of this silly Valentine’s story. If you haven’t read part 1, you can find it over here →

Valentine's Vendetta - Part 1

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A wind blasted around Cupid as he flew over the City of New York. His insides burned with anger. Getting threatened by a human was a disgrace. If not for freaking bindings for magical beings, he would rip that snake apart. 

His wings responded to his anger as they beat against the air to slow him down and lay him carefully on the rooftop of an office building overlooking Central Park. 

Francesco's plan was easy, Leonora was supposed to meet him for a business meeting at a bench in the park. It was one of those where you sit next to each other, reading newspapers, looking like you don't know each other. Yet, at the same time, you plot something nefarious. 

Cupid threw his case on the ground. As always, he sighed a little, thinking of his beloved bow, which he traded for a more modern solution. The buckles clacked, and the case top popped open, revealing a pink sniper rifle with a heart-shaped scope. 

He took a couple more minutes slowly, carefully assembling the weapon. Treating it as a long-lost lover. 

When he was ready, he positioned himself and knelt at the edge of the roof. He closed one of his ever-changing eyes while putting the other to the scope. 

His vision was covered by a pinkish haze of the love in the air; it was Valentine's Day after all. He could see hundreds of floating hearts, some of them ready to burst with disappointment, some of them meant to merge into one of those love stories that shake up the world. 

He saw a cute pair of young women; to his magical sight, the love was literally spraying from them, yet they seemed too shy to let it show. He smiled but stopped his finger over the trigger. No, you don't do this anymore. He had to remind himself. Instead of shooting the bullet of love, he just sent them an air kiss as a blessing. 

Then he got back to searching for his target. He found the bench where the meetup was supposed to happen. Francesco wasn't there yet, but he saw Leonora sitting down, blissfully unaware of the barrel pointing at her.

Cupid focused on the floating heart above her. It seemed a little ruffled but healing. He zoomed in with the scope, and her emotions opened to him as a book. Love, fresh and young. She has a boyfriend.

Leonora pulled out a phone from her pocket; she smiled and the heart above her shined a little. 

Fuck, Cupid thought to himself. He observed as she began to grin at every new message, her love tank filling slowly. This was a soulmate kind of a deal. One of those unbreakable bonds. Even if he shot her, there was no guarantee that love would spark between her and Francesco.

What sparked, though, was a new idea. Cupid took out the clip of his weapon and slipped the golden bullet out. It was full of an uncontrollable desire for anything and everything around. You won't do today my friend. He reached into his pocket and loaded in a pink bullet instead.

His phone began to vibrate in his pocket. One of the mobsters was calling.

Cupid picked up, his eyes never leaving the target. "Yes?"

"All set?" asked the rough voice.

"Locked and loaded."

"Good, our boss is going out right now. Be ready."

"Where is Emily?"

"She is right here with us. Do your job, and we will let her go." He said nothing that would show their position. But he didn't have to; the sounds of the busy street sold him away.

Cupid turned his scope and searched around, catching Francesco as he entered the park. They have to be close. 

"I want to be sure she is okay. Let her speak with me."

He heard rustling over the phone, and then Emily's voice came on. 

"I'm okay, boss," she was scared but holding it together. As tough as ever, aren't you? He moved the scope around, looking for a parked car.

"Good. I will get you out of this, okay?"

"Okay. It's actually pretty comfortable in this mer-"

Cupid smiled as the rustling began again. A black Mercedes on the edge of the park came into his heart-shaped scope. It was hard to see inside through the tinted windows, but all he needed to see were their love hearts.

"Don't screw this up!" said the mobster again.

"Roger that."

The call ended, and he shifted his view back to Leonora. She was still on her phone, her love heart pumping hard. Francesco was getting close, a bouquet in hand. He was twitching nervously and looking around, probably trying to find the scope's glare at one of the buildings.

Not surprised you've been in this situation already. Cupid took a deep breath and lined up the shot. Leonora hadn’t noticed Francesco; she was still looking at her phone. He was just a couple of steps away now.

Okay. Now or never. Cupid exhaled and pressed the trigger.

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