Page 108 of Little Deer
“I don’t think they’re excited to see us, Alonzo,” I remark with a smirk, watching Orlando closely. The fucker will try something. It’s written all over his face. He’s operating on anger and temper.
Giovanni and Orlando bring up their guns as well, but we’re already moving. Alonzo takes down Orlando hard, while I slam my foot into Giovanni’s gut, sending him sprawling. Unfortunately, his gun goes off, the bullet slicing past my ear, making them ring. I let out a shout of shock, and pain, giving Giovanni the advantage.
He lashes out his foot, tripping me and sending me to the ground. I grunt, but recover quickly. No fucking way am I letting this old bastard get any kind leverage on me. He’s already getting to his feet, ready to run, but once again, I slam my foot into his knee, making him fall to the ground. “Fucker!” he shouts furiously, trying to breathe through the pain and aim his gun at me again. I kick his wrist, sending the gun flying. He shouts in pain, curling his wrist into his chest.
“Maybe if you were actually good at this shit and didn’t send everyone else to do your dirty work, you’d actually have a chance,” I taunt. His lip curls into a snarl and he stares at me with hatred as I put my gun to the center of his head. “You have no idea how much I want to put a bullet in your brain right now.”
“Then why don’t you, you fucking coward?”
“Because we have plans for you. But don’t worry, if you want to see how much of a coward I won’t be, I’ll make sure to take the first swing at you.” I give him a cold, ruthless smile.
A small flicker of fear, and then it’s gone and replaced by pure defiance. He’s going to break fast, even with all his bravado. Anticipation swells, and I force my gun tighter to his head, making his head jerk back slightly. My smile grows wider. Yeah, it’s going to be fun in the dungeon with him. Alonzo and I will get very creative. Though, I really want a piece of Leonardo for what he did to Lucy.
I hope like hell Nico and Dante have that fucker in the basement already.
I hear a grunt, but I don’t look at Alonzo. He can take care of himself. Giovanni’s eyes are moving, giving away his plan to distract me. I simply use my other hand to get my phone out and make the call. “We have Giovanni and Orlando here now. Need a few men to take them down to our accommodations for them.”
“Got it. I’ll get Tino and Franco there with a few men,” Zeno states quickly. “I just got word that Amara took down Esposito and Leonardo in the passages. They’re getting the men to take them down there now.”
Amara did? Huh. I didn’t expect that. I was sure he’d have said Sienna or Rori. Well, I guess there’s a first for everything.
“And the other women? How is Lucy and Soren?” Giovanni’s eyes narrow at the names, but then he resumes trying to figure a way out of this. I see his eyes slide to the gun just out of reach. “Do it and I’ll blow your brains out now and be done with it,” I warn him darkly.
“Lucy and Soren are fine, and so is Kida. They’re back toward Nico’s office. I have them on the cameras and they’re in a good spot if they need to get out of the passages quickly, and I have men stationed outside Nico’s office.”
“Good. Any word on Marco?”
“Papa and Aurelio are handling them, but Alessio is also working with Lazaro now to handle all the shit happening at the front of the property too. It’s a fucking mess everywhere.”
“Well, as long as we’ve got these fuckers, we’ll take what we can. We’ll wait for the men to get here and take them down to the basement.” I hang up, but keep an ear out for Alonzo and Orlando, both of whom are still fighting for control. I hear Alonzo grunt, then snarl, followed by a roar of rage from Orlando.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Orlando reach for his gun, and I know I can’t stay out of it now, but I can’t take the chance of Giovanni getting away. Swiftly, I turn the gun, slamming it down on the side of his head, making him grunt and sprawl to the floor unconscious.
I turn quickly and see blood running down the side of Alonzo’s face, the dark anger covering his expression as he slams his giant fist into the side of Orlando’s jaw, timing it perfectly to do it and avoid Orlando’s fist flying at his face. Orlando falls to the floor, letting out a low groan.
“You good?” I ask Alonzo as he swipes a hand at the blood on the side of his face, smearing it.
“Fucker is on something, no fucking way he should be fighting that hard,” Alonzo spits. He glares down at Orlando, who tries to force himself up, but then sinks back to the ground.
“Urso said men are on their way to get these two. Nico and Dante have Esposito and Leonardo. That just leaves Marco.”
“Someone saw him?” he asks, swiping at his head again.
“No fucking clue, but I doubt he’d miss his chance to take over this place and get to whatever it is that Orlando was talking about. The secret room.” I flashed a foot out and kicked Orlando in the ribs as he once again tried to get to his feet. He falls, groaning, finally just lying his head on the ground.
It’s disappointing considering how hard I figured he would fight. I was looking forward to it. Ah, well, there’s more to come. A small hum of anticipation builds in my gut at the thought again.
It’s almost over.
Alonzo looks at me, but something catches his eye over my shoulder, and his eyes widen slightly. I’m turning, gun up, but even before I’m completely around, I see Giovanni kneeling unsteadily, gun raised, hand and arm shaking, face covered in blood, with a look of determination covering his face.
The sound of a gun firing fills the hall.
I stare down at myself, sure that I’m going to see a hole for my carelessness, but nothing. I whip my head looking at Alonzo, but he just stares past me, and I see Giovanni slumped over on the floor, something sticking out of his neck. I whip my head around, trying to figure out where the shot came from.
My jaw drops when I see Amara standing there, Rori right behind her, eyes wide, as she stares at Amara. Amara gives a little finger wave before she takes off again, Rori running after her, Hades hot on her tail.
“What the fuck?” Alonzo hisses.
