Page 66 of Undeniable

It wasn’t that hard to track them down once we saw them on our security footage. From there, we had one of our men who happens to have a knack for hacking, tap into the DOT system and we were able to follow them all the way to here.

As soon as we arrive, we are instantly spotted. I mean, how could we not be? We have easily over 20 SUV’s surrounding the perimeter of the property, all jam packed with men and weapons. We all fan out to surround them, determined not to let a single one get away. Not this time.

Luca and I decide that going through the front door is the way to go. They took my son and the woman that I love, now they are going to see just how fucking crazy I can be. Now they will see what happens when you fuck with the Mariano’s.

I don’t waste a single moment, grabbing my fully automatic machine gun, pulling the trigger and not letting off once until every motherfucker in my path is dead. I have that heavy red mist clouding my vision, the basic need to kill only heightening with each man that drops.

“You could have at least saved one for me,” Luca says with a straight face as we make our way struggle free to the front door. It is too bad they didn’t put up much of a fight, my blood lust isn’t nearly fulfilled yet.

I grunt at him as he plucks off a couple of men rushing from outside the house. They fall quickly before we step over their lifeless bodies and make our way into the foyer.

Instantly, I am greeted with a solid hit to my face from the side. I stumble a step as I get my bearings to see the same assault launched on Luca. I raise my gun and go to pull the trigger but realize that the clip is empty. I adjust my hold on the gun and jam the butt of it against the man’s nose. It explodes on impact, a deep red gushing down his face. I take the opportunity to hit him again, and again until he has fallen to the ground.

I toss the gun to the side and continue my work with my hands. The feel of bone shattering under my knuckles only spears me on. This piece of shit was in on it all. Every single one of them is guilty by association. Guilty of killing my wife, guilty of kidnapping my son and my girl. I don’t give a fuck what me, her or anyone else has to say about it, she is my girl. And they took her, probably hurt her. And now they are all going to die.

After a minute or so I seem to come to and look down to see nothing but a mangled mess of a face, a still body and more blood than you would think one person could hold. Slowly, I stand up and shake the dripping blood off of my knuckles as I scan the area. Luca seems to be letting out his own rage on the poor bastard who attacked him.

I glance over to the side to see a Chernoff man fighting with another. Not knowing which one is potentially on our side I decide to let them work out their own differences. I need to find my family.

My eyes continue to look around the room as I walk deeper inside when I freeze. Tasha is pressed up against a door, slouching protectively against it. Her eyes quickly dart to the door and in the pit of my stomach, I know that my son is on the other side.

Tasha has a knife sticking out of her thigh and with the amount of blood that is soaking her leg, I’d bet it hit the femoral artery. She makes eye contact with one of the Chernoff men across the room before she turns to face the motherfucker himself, Dimitri Potrov, who has a gun pointed at her head.

She has a look of resignation but also determination. Like this is about to be her final moments but she won’t cower to him.That’s my girl.She is absolutely batshit though if she thinks that I am going to just stand by while he takes away one of the most important people in my life.

Reaching down to the body at my feet, I see a gun laying at his side. I pick it up and rush up to them just as I see Dimitri’s finger twitch on the trigger. I quickly fire my gun twice and watch as his body jerks from the impact. Tasha sees me and stares for a beat before recognition seems to occur. In a lighting fast move, she grabs the knife from her leg, rips it out and lifts it up.

“Go to hell,” she growls as she slices Dimitri’s neck wide open, spraying the cream-colored walls in the process.

His eyes go wide, and he makes a gargling noise before he slumps to the ground. Tasha’s breathing is ragged while I take a step closer to her. As if being shaken from a daze, she hurriedly turns around and opens the closet door. Alessandro is huddled into the corner with his hands covering his ears and his eyes shut tight.

Tasha drops to her knees and pulls him into her lap, despite the fact that she is losing pints of blood by the minute.

“Sweetie, sweetie open your eyes. It’s me. It’s okay. You are safe.”

Alessandro’s eyes open and he looks up to her quickly before he throws himself deeper into her arms, holding on for dear life. She appears to be doing the same as they sit there for a few seconds before I step into the closet.

They both look at me and Alessandro’s eyes widen as he leaps out of Tasha’s lap.

“Papa!” He shouts.

I grab him quickly and haul him up into my arms. Holding him tightly to my chest as I kiss the top of his head. I glance down to see Tasha watching us with a strained smile. Her eyelids begin to flutter as her body starts to slump against the wall. Before I can hardly think, the Chernoff man that she was looking at earlier comes bursting in through the doorway, shoving me out of the way.

“Kitty!”

He quickly scoops her into his arms and carries her past me as he begins to run out the door. I hold my gun up to his head, stopping him in his tracks.

“Take your fucking hands off of her! Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right fucking now?”

He rolls his eyes like I am a pest. I can’t believe the balls of this guy when he has no weapon and a gun pointed right at him.

“Because my cousin will be seriously fucking pissed with you. I am kind of her favorite person. More importantly, she needs to get to a hospital right fucking now and you are wasting time.”

I squint my eyes at him for a moment before I nod. He takes off running and I follow after him, Alessandro safely cradled in my arms. On my way out the door I pass by Luca who is straightening his blood splattered suit jacket as he stands up and steps away from the lifeless body beneath him.

He gives me a questioning look that asks me where I am going. I give him a serious one back that relays, wherever she is going, I will be there too. His jaw ticks as he seems to understand our silent conversation. His head tilts to the side slightly for a moment before he nods tersely and takes a step out of the doorway. That’s it? He wanted me to kill her not hours ago and now I get nothing but a head nod of approval? My best friend is a complicated fucking man.

When we get outside, it is pure carnage. There are bodies scattering the front yard and part of the driveway. Some look to have died quickly, with just a bullet to the head…others weren’t so lucky. Though they are few and far between, I do see a few of our own men among the many fallen.

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