Nat's POV

-Last chance, transfer that money and everything will end- I said to the man in front of me.

The man, a famous banker, was sat in front of the desk with a computer, while his wife and daughter were tied on chiars in the opposite part of the room.

-I can't, I...- he said.

-Good- I said and walked towards his 6 years old daughter -What if I do this?- I said touching her neck with my knife blade.

The wife screamed but because of the cloth I could hear only some blurry noises.

-No! No don't!- the man said trying to get up but he couldn't because he also was tied at the chair.

-Too late- I smirked and killed the child.

-No!- the man yelled.

-Now, transfer the money!- I said approaching to his wife.

-Fine I will!- he said.

A few minutes and the money were transferred.

-See? It was easy- I said.

-I did what you wanted, now free us- the man said.

-That is a thing I can't do- I said -You see my face, you can go to the police and tell them what happened tonight-.

-We won't, I promise!- the man said.

-I know you won't- I said -But I'm sure you are clever enough to know that I'm not going to take this risk- I said and tabbed his wife.

-No! No I did everything you wanted!- the man yelled while I was approaching.

I touched his neck with my knife, smiling.

-Goodbye- I whispered in his ear and cut his throat.

I jumped and opened my eyes, breathinh heavy.

I looked around, everything was dark except a shy light coming from the window.

I was at home, in my bed.
I sighed, it was just another nightmeare.

Since it was useless try to go back to sleep I took a quick shower, fighting against hangover pain.

When I entered the living room I found a man sleeping on my sofa who woke up hearing me approaching.

-What are you doing here?-.

That man was Steve. Why was he there?

-Don't you remember? You were drunk so I came here to make sure that you weren't going to kill yourself- he said.

-Did we...- I tried to say but he interrupted me.

-No don't worry. When I arrived you were asleep on the sofa so I carried you to your bed and you started muttering some bad things about me, then you fell asleep again- he explained.

-Oh... Well you can go now- I said.
-Yeah I see you feel good so... Well call me if you need anything- he said.

-I will- I said and watched him leaving.

Why was he caring that much about me?