Page 36 of Enemy of Ours 1
“Don’t worry, Don. We’ll get her out of there, and I have your back.” She promises with a wicked grin and leaves just as quickly as she arrived. Whistling a cheery tune quietly to herself as if she’s having a good time, she blends back into the shadows like she belongs there.
“I wonder if we created a monster sometimes,” Enzo says as he jogs over to my car, hunching over to catch his breath for a few seconds before straightening up and fixing his crooked tie.
”Probably. I don’t give a shit, though. As long as she’s on the scope, hitting her targets dead center in the forehead, she can be our monster all she wants,” I reply, taking a deep breath. I’m packing enough that there isn’t any room left except for the two small knives I tuck up my sleeves.
”She can’t die, Enzo. I won’t survive it,” I admit; my tone comes out sober as it becomes crystal clear that she’s it for me.
”She won’t,” he says seriously, his expression dark as he grabs an earpiece and hands me one before closing the trunk. “Let’s do this.”
This thing of ours.
My thoughts go into a peaceful place, quiet as all my focus narrows down to one thing. Iris.
“On your twelve, boss. Heading right towards you.” Gemma’s voice echoes into my ear the moment I put my earpiece on.
I curse under my breath and pull my gun out of the back of my belt with quick movements and aim at the mouth of the alley. Enzo makes eye contact with me, tilting his head to the side, waiting for my instructions. It’s too fucking dark to make out anything. Damn it, I need Tony and the rest of my men here, but they are too far out—fifteen minutes tops. Too late.
”Now, now, lads. Put the guns down before anyone gets hurt.” A familiar chuckle and thick Irish accent echo down the alley, and a head of red hair comes into view.
”James.” My shoulders relax the moment he steps in front of us, his chest level with my gun.
He raises an eyebrow and waits for me to lower it, which I do, but I’m tempted to shoot him in the kneecaps for sneaking up on us. He’s completely dressed head to toe in black, with an M4 rifle leaning against his shoulder.
”Romeo. My sperm donor called; something about him bleeding out and needing the doc, but he didn’t quite mention Iris until I threatened his balls on a rested silver platter. Thefucker got my baby sister kidnapped. Now the question is, how are you involved in all this?” he asks as his cocky smile slips off his face, swinging his rifle down into his hands while his fingers fidget near the trigger.
I can only roll my eyes. I don’t have time for this shit, so we might as well get straight to the point, or we’ll be here all night arguing.
”She’s mine.” I state evenly, staring into his green eyes, which are a slightly darker shade than Iris’s. “Now, let’s stop trying to measure each other's dicks because mine’s bigger anyway. Iris has been in there for too long.”
I don’t let him get another word in as I jog down the alley, but I do crack a small smile as I hear him swearing up a blue streak. I allow myself one second before calming my mind and checking in with Gemma to see if the coast is clear.
”All good, boss. Just the two goons at the front entrance. I can take one out, but the other is behind one of the columns; I don’t have a clear view of him,” she informs me, her tone serious, which lets me know she’s in business mode.
”Wait for my order. I can get into the front entrance from one of the side archways.” I command and take off running down the side of the church, sticking close to the shadows.
Once I reach the front, I slow my steps, watching where I’m walking so I don’t make any noises, and peek around the corner of the stone wall. One of the men is leaning against the column by the double doors, and the other is taking a fucking piss on the wall.
“Jesus. Gemma?” I glance behind me, seeing Enzo and James making finger signals with each other that look absolutely ridiculous.
”Say when, boss. I have a direct target on the one by the doors,” she responds.
I don’t bother waiting. I come around the corner, and in five strides I’m behind the dumb fuck who decided it was a great time to take a piss while on the job.
”Now.” I order, sliding my knife out of my sleeve smoothly and into my waiting palm as I stand behind the man, who freezes once he hears my voice.
My blade slides across the flesh of his throat as I grab his forehead to expose his neck more. The thin line from my knife sprays blood everywhere; he’s dead before he even hits the ground. I hear a quiet sound like a strong wind and look over to see the other guy guarding the door dead with a bullet in the center of his forehead.
”Good work.” I comment over the earpiece and whistle for Enzo and James to follow me on either side with their guns raised. “Kill shot for anyone else who isn’t us or Iris coming out of the church,” I instruct her, blocking out everything else as I creak open the church's front entry double doors.
My gaze scans the pews behind the small crack of the door, looking at each man pacing between the columns leading up to the front of the aisle. A few men are sitting in the pews, looking bored; one actually appears to be sleeping, his head tipped back towards the ceiling with his mouth hanging open, drooling. I count a total of eight, including a teen and a nun, but there could be more in the back for all I know. My eyes sharpen on the bishop and priest, both standing next to a completely naked Iris. Both of their gazes are leering at her body, making me see red, and I decide right then that their eyes will be plucked from the sockets with my knife. I’ll keep them alive long enough so I’m the last thing they ever see.
“Enzo, you take the right, ten o'clock. Three men total. One sleeping in the pew, the other two walking between the columns,” I whisper between grinding teeth, breathing hard as I watch that fucking bishop skim his knife down her belly, “James,one man standing behind a teenager and nun, in front of the church, one o'clock.”
I give them details, not bothering to look behind me as I continue to watch the bishop and priest like I’m homing in on prey. My thoughts aren’t clear anymore; all I can see is her being touched by perverted men and feeling unhinged, like a part of me locked inside is being released. This side of me is never revealed because I am always in control and collected. I try to make most of my kills quick and clean whenever possible. I’m the Don. I’m supposed to stay calm in any situation, to lead by example for my men and the familia on how we should behave and conduct business. However, today is a different story. I’m going to make those bastards suffer for making my Iris cry. She’s being so strong, though; even as tears leak down her cheeks, she doesn’t stop cursing at them and fighting.
That’s my girl.
“The priest and bishop are mine.” With a growl between my teeth, I extract both of my guns from my shoulder holsters and double-check the chambers because I’m fucking paranoid like that.
