Page 91 of Empire of Carnage
I had cost us our lives.
“Wait,” I shouted just as I heard the click of the safety.
“It’s okay sunshine,” Mateo attempted to calm me while Ronan shouted, telling her to point the gun to him instead. “I love you fuckers.”
Santos’ hazel eyes had a blank fog rolling over them, something I recognized from our time in his primo’s basement. He’d given up. He didn’t care if he was the first or the last to go because he knew this was how our story would end. I think somehow, we all did. Our protection had run out, and in the end people who dealt in death were almost always next to die.
“Ronan!” I screamed. “I choose Ronan,” I sobbed, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t have to meet his.
“I love you, flower.”
“I’m sorry, baby, I can’t let you watch me die. I love you,” I explained hoping that he’d be able to somehow forgive me in his last seconds of life as if it would matter at all.
We would all meet again in hell.
I was sure of it.
Me and the demons who found themselves at the end of my leash willingly.
Just as we had figured it all out, it would be over.
I guess only good people got happy endings.
What had I ever done to deserve something more than exactly this?
“Wow, I was not expecting that one, I’m not gonna lie. Really thought she loved you more than that Ronan.” Carolina chuckled, the blast of the gun ringing out was almost as loud as the scream that barreled out of my lungs.
But it wasn’t his body that dropped down to the ground, it was the bald Russian. The shock and surprise of Taylor Constance charging into the room with her pistol burning hot had us all freezing in the moment out of disbelief. Her distraction was enough to throw my sister off and give me the chance I needed to overtake her.
I elbowed her in the side, using my bound wrists to knock the gun from her hand.
“Por que consigues todo?” she spat out, yanking my hair and ripping it from the scalp.
I screamed from the pain, sending my bound fists down to her face simultaneously.
Gunshots rang out all around us, but I couldn’t focus on anything but Carolina, knowing if I took my eyes off for even a split second she would use that as a chance to kill me. Taylor said she was always watching, and though there was a part of me that wanted to question the breach in my privacy, I couldn’t help feeling anything but grateful for this window of opportunity she had given us.
“Porque soy mejor,” I hissed out, bashing my forehead into her nose as I pressed both my hands down into her throat, earning a forced choking sound from her. “Soy mas grande,” I panted, cutting off her breath. “Y quiero eso mas.”
She scratched at my arms but the weight of my body sitting on her chest was too much for her to push me off. My fists moved on their own, repeatedly coming down her face with all the force my arms could muster. Her screams of pain muted in my ears and my vision lost focus as my muscles repeated the action my brain no longer connected to.
Her bones crunched under my hands and eventually the burning sharp pain radiating through my extremities dulled. The bullets died, or maybe they just ran out. The room went quiet. Nothing but the sounds of my fists still hammering into her face. I felt hands on my arms, pulling me back and lifting me off of her.
I screeched a feral sound, panting heavily through my rage.
“Your hands, morena,” was the only thing Santos could manage to say.
I looked down at them, bloody, cut up with shards of bones from my sister's face sticking out of them. Wrists still bound, my middle fingers broken and bent into awkward shapes. I didn’t bother to look at her face to see the damage, I knew she was long past dead. I opened my mouth and the involuntary wail of a broken woman echoed out of my lungs.
Santos was there to catch me as I fell into him, his hands no longer zip tied and able to hold me to his chest as I mourned my little sister for the second time.
“Call an ambulance,” Mateo said with worry in his voice.
Ronan was already on his phone and the way he paced back and forth let me know everything was not okay.
Then I saw Taylor, on the ground, eyes wide and blood pooling at her mouth. Mateo hovering over her with his shirt pressed into a wad against her stomach.
“Taylor!” I rushed to her side, unable to touch her without feeling a burning pain against every part of my hands.
