Page 3 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

He goes down hard and I’m next to the girl in seconds.

The bouncer comes running toward us and I raise my gun. “Run, this isn’t your fight,” I snarl.

He does just that, taking off around a corner. I grab the girl, kicking the asshole’s body off her, not letting her go.

“Dec—” Before I can finish telling my brother what happened through my earpiece, three men—Mitchum’s men—step out of the club.

The man himself will be minutes behind.

They see me. The gun. The body.

The girl.

She struggles but I don’t let go because she might be able to identify me.

Fuck.

For a moment time stops and I throw us behind the open steel door, right as the men start to shoot.

Bullets whizz past.

I need to neutralize the shooters. If Mitchum sees, then my mission’s toast.

The adrenaline lights me up as I kick the door shut and shoot back, wounding one, killing the other two.

Dragging the girl behind me, I run to them and grab one of the weapons, shooting that third man.

I stare at him where he lies motionless.

“Cal? Talk to me! What the fuck is happening?”

I ignore Declan’s screaming in my ear.

The door opens again.

The music pumps loud inside, hard techno vibrating the ground beneath my feet.

All hell breaks loose in a hot fucking second.

Mitchum and two of his guards step out, mid-conversation.

“The minute John gets our bargaining chip or takes her out, then we’ll be able to manip?—”

Mitchum stops short as he sees the carnage. Me. The girl. His eyes widen when his eyes land on her.

And then he dives behind one of the men.

I relax into the moment and shoot the one to the left. Once in the head is all it takes.

I swing the gun to the one he’s hiding behind and shoot that bastard next. The man falls right as he’s about to pull his trigger.

I drop, pulling the girl next to me.

My eyes meet Mitchum’s.

“Please, don’t do?—”

I shoot him in the head, right between the eyes.

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