Page 72 of The Sting of Love
Not a second later the four guards at the gate go down as our snipers get them. It’s almost without a sound. Not so quiet though because another guard from inside sees what’s happening and alerts the others.
“Let’s move guys, we’re covered,” Dante calls out and we jump out from behind the trees.
We move forwards going toward the entrance of the house. The gate is open so we just run through. Bullets fire above us from our snippers, taking down anyone who comes out and shoots at us, clearing the path.
I know though that we’ll be on our own once we get inside the house. I’m pretty sure by now Amedeo must know something is going on.
We get inside and take formation back to back covering each other, guns raised one in each hand. I’ve seen the way Alex, Dante and Gio move. They’re like one unit and one brain, one man. They seem surprised when I fall in line doing the same, showing I’m as badass as they are and I can hold my own.
“Donny, you and me head to the left,” Alex says and we move while Dante and Gio go to the right.
Fuck am I’m glad we went to the left as I look through the floor to ceiling glass windows and see Amadeo running across the garden carrying a briefcase. I shoot the glass just as a guy jumps Alex.
“Go!” he calls out to me, sending a fist in the guy’s face as they tumble to the ground.
I look back to the window and snarl when I see Amadeo continuing his flight to a van in the distance heading toward him.
No way am I going to let him get away that easy. I fire several more bullets, smashing the glass so I can jump through. Then like a feral animal out for blood I run after him, leap over the hedge and climb the metal gates he tried to close on me.
He’s no match for me. I’m faster, leaner, and I’m about to show him I’m not the grunt he thinks I am.
I shoot at him and my bullet catches the briefcase. It falls out of his hand and the contents scatter sending paperwork flying in the wind.
Clearly the paperwork must be more important than his fucking life because he tries to pick it up. That’s when I get to him and lunge on top of him knocking him to the ground.
He yelps as we land hard and I hit him with the back of my gun. I’m killing his ass but I’m going to give him a good beating first.
“You fucker, I got you!” I shout in his face punching him right between his eyes.
“You don’t got shit. You think this is anything.” He balks and knees me hard in my gut.
His strike catches me off guard and I fall giving him the advantage to get out of my grasp. He sends a kick to my midsection and I drop my guns.
I send a kick to Amadeo’s neck snapping it back and he staggers backward but doesn’t fall. I can see he’s going to be difficult to put down but I have a fight in me raging with fire.
“You threatened my girl, you motherfucker,” I bellow.
“That whore you picked up at the club? I’m touched you’re still with her,” he spits back.
The comment throws me. It suggests I was always being watched. Right from that first night I met Willow.
“Fuck you. You’ll fucking die for that.” I bolt forward, surprising him and ram my head into his, knocking him back to the ground. He pulls his gun on me and cocks it ready to fire.
I jump out of the way as the bullet comes, tucking and rolling right to where my gun is. I pick it up and in one move fire a shot at the same time he shoots.
He misses. I don’t.
My bullet gets him right in his chest and he grips over the wound as blood seeps out and covers his white shirt.
He lifts his hand to shoot me again but I send another bullet to the same spot.
Kill or be killed. That’s the one code we lived by. The first thing my father taught me.
You kill to protect yourself and those you love. That’s what I’m doing now.
The bastard however starts laughing like he finds something funny.Motherfucker.
Blood stains his teeth as he gives me a horrifying smile.
