Page 229 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Go!” Matteo yells.

I take off again, only to stop a short time later. I strain my ears, the silence is deafening. At this point, I’m so off-course that I don’t even remember where the hell the chapel is. But I have to find it.

I have to find her.

Jesus Christ, Becerra planned this whole thing.

He knew we’d all be here. That’s why he didn’t show up at his compound after shooting Nate.

He came here and fucking waited.

I swallow hard, running in a different direction in search of the chapel. I sent Bruno to stay with Jaelyn. He’ll keep her safe until I can get there.

IfI can fucking get there!

I make a mad dash down another corridor and stumble as my foot stutters against the floor. I grab onto a metal cart, taking it down with me when I lose my balance. My gun skitters across the floor as I fall on my knees. The cart crashes to the floor just as the man in the gray shirt steps out from around a corner.

I push the cart out of my way, shoving it at him as I dive for my gun.

Crack!

“Ah! You motherfu?—”

Pop!

I roll over onto my back, blood and fire coursing from my body. Bastard clipped me in both arms, rendering me and my fucking gun completely useless.

“Where’s your fucking boss?” I rasp. “Sending in his peons to do work he should be doing himself!”

The guy leans over me. “I don’t work for anyone, asshole. I’m here to settle a debt. You’re just the annoying little fuck who was stupid enough to get in my way.”

I stare at my gun a few feet away, clenching my teeth as he grabs me by the back of my shirt. I flex my fingers and I bite back the scream threatening to escape my lips.

I’ve been hurt before, but fuck.

How in the hell am I gonna so much as grab my gun, much less fire it with two dead hands?

He must know exactly what I’m thinking, too, because he lets me go long enough to bend down and grab my gun. I slide my left hand into the pocket of my jacket and pull out a small knife, hiding it in my sleeve. When his hand tightens on my collar again, I grip the knife as tight as I can without managing to cry out in agony. I swing my arm around and drive the blade into his thigh. He drops me, grunting in pain as he grips the handle.

I jammed it in pretty deep, deep enough where it buys me time to jump up and body slam him into the wall. I shove my leg against the knife, driving it deeper and making his yelps shatter the still air.

I kick him square in the throat as he doubles over, grabbing my gun from his hand. Sonofabitch, it hurts to hold it! I squeeze the trigger, my fingers trembling like crazy, and he drops his own gun as the bullet blasts his hand.

“Where the hell is Becerra?” I hiss.

“Fuck you. You’re too late anyway. You thought you could protect her by sending your buddy to look after her,” he pants. “She needed to die for what she did, that fucking whore.”

I grab his hair and slam his head back against the wall. “What are you talking about?” I scream. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m the one whose brothers were killed by Nate and Jaelyn Bennet. And I came here to collect!” He lets out a psychotic laugh. “I did, too. I got the bitchandher bodyguard. And Becerra is gonna handle the rest. I told him I’d clear the way for him to get to you.”

I let out a thunderous roar and point the gun at him, shooting him three times in the head. He slumps over immediately, falling face-first into the floor.

I drop to my knees, my finger shaking as the gun clatters to the floor.

Jaelyn. Bruno.Dead.

I try to draw in a breath, bringing a hand to my heart.

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