Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“Yo!”
“Fuck them!” Running toward the stairs, I shot at the railing and missed them. The kickback came as the gun erupted into a furious staccato.
Tricks or not, you can still bleed.
I shot again.
My bullets kept missing them.
Goddamn it.
Their feet hit the marble with a hollow thump and then they headed off in the direction of the garden.
“Fuck!” I gritted my teeth and continued over.
Coming from the hallway, Blue and Giorgio appeared and raced to the stairs too.
We all met and hurried down.
I called out to them. “Who the fuck is that?!”
Breathless, Blue rushed ahead of me. “No idea.”
Giorgio panted. “They were in Paolo’s room.”
“Say what?!”
That was all I needed to hear to speed down, taking two steps at a time. My feet barely touched the steps. My heart raced. I almost tripped over.
Who want it?
“Em, be fucking careful!”
Up in my baby’s room? Naw.
I hit the bottom before everyone else and raced toward the garden.
How could they have even gotten in the house?
“Come on!” I sped up with the gun pointed, hoping I gained some distance.
The garden’s doors were wide open.
In there.
I ran that way, gun up and ready.
Max and the others followed, but I was the first one inside.
The two figures stood in the center, their faces still hidden behind the masks. Their guns were waiting for me.
Shit!
Before I could even fire, one of them shot at me. The bullet flew past my head.
I twisted to the side, dove to the ground, and rolled back.
Max and Blue raced to either side of me, both shooting at our attackers with expert precision.
I got off the ground, rushed behind a small tree, and shot their way.
Giorgio got to my side and pulled his trigger.
It clicked.
Grunting, he dropped the gun, pulled out his knife, and slung it forward.
What the fuck is that going to do?
To my shock, the knife slammed into one of their shoulders.
Oh. Okay.
The figure screamed in pain, sounding like a woman.
The other assassin tried to run away but ten men from the Brotherhood raced up behind them and pointed their way.
About fucking time.
Our men must have entered from the garden’s back entrance.
The two figures stopped, but didn’t lower their guns.
“Don’t kill them!” I hurried over, pointing my guns at them. “Drop your guns, you two!”
Blue rushed next to me.
The two figures looked at each other. Fast, they pointed the guns at their faces, ready to kill themselves.
Hell no!
Running their way, I shot one’s arm.
Screaming, the motherfucker dropped the hand holding the gun.
Blue fired at the other’s arm. This one already had Giorgio’s knife in her shoulder. Still, she tried to lift the shot arm to kill herself.
“Naw.” I got to her fast, slammed her in the back of the head.
She stumbled forward.
I kicked her hard in the leg.
She dropped to the ground, but not before trying to reach for me.
I backhanded her.
Max made it over and quickly grabbed the gun from her. “No easy out for you today, sweetie.”
The other one charged for me.
Blue grabbed and threw the motherfucker to the ground. The gun dropped along with the person.
Giorgio got to them, lowered, and snatched off that one’s mask.
A brown haired woman glared back at us. Her eyes showed no fear.
I stared at her. “You’re not scared.”
She spat at the ground.
“I’ll change that, sweetheart.” I turned to the other person.
Max took off her mask.
Another woman like I figured.
She had blonde hair and blue eyes that were calm, cool, and deadly.
“What were you all doing in my son’s room?” I gazed at both of them.
They remained silent.
Time to bring out the knives.
More of our men entered from the sides.
David and Kaz arrived next.
I looked at Blue. “Where are Baba and the kids?”
“She said that she was getting a bad feeling about the garden, so decided to have the kids make cookies with her in the kitchen.”
I sighed.
Baba, you’re getting these visions back. You need to tell us when you have these feelings.
I planned to have a conversation with Baba later tonight.
With a tense expression on his face, Kaz walked up to me and gazed down at the women. “Mysh?”
“Blue said they were in Paolo’s room.”
Kaz put his gaze on David, but there was no surprise in either of their gazes.
I quirked my brows. “What’s up?”
Kaz cleared his throat. “I planned to tell you today.”
“Tell me what?”
“Someone left a threatening message in Paolo’s room yesterday.”
Rage boiled in me. “Excuse me?”
Kaz frowned. “They wrote the message in blood. It was two words—Traitor’s son.”
“When the fuck were you going to tell me that?”
“It was a small delay due to the—”
“Fuck your delay.” I pointed at him. “We said we weren’t doing delays anymore!”
Kaz gave me the look—the one that said don’t talk to him that way in front of his men.
Seething, I pursed my lips and lowered my hand. Meanwhile, a furious fire blazed within me.