“Yeah.Fuck you!”
I point my gun at him and fire off two shots. He uses the guard’s body as a shield, and both bullets narrowlymiss. He has the guard’s gun in his hand in an instant, firing off a shot back.
Goddammit, why didn’t I search the guards for weapons? I grunt when his bullet finds its way into my arm, just grazing me. The bathroom is small, so there’s not much room to hide. I’m tired of hiding, though. With Matteo’s injured leg, he has to scoot across the floor to avoid me. He doesn’t stand a chance.
“Pathetic,” I spit his words back at him. I shoot his hand holding the gun, and he wails in pain, his gun thudding to the floor. I kick the guard away from him so he can’t snag another surprise weapon.
“Any last words?” I smile down at him, just like I promised.
“Fuck yo?—”
Click.
I fire off three shots. The first right in his dick. The next in his rotten heart. And one final one in the center of his forehead, ending him.
Alarms blare through the gala. It looks like the fucker did get off a text. Too bad they were probably too busy getting drunk and doing illegal shit to get to their prized leader in time.
Adrenaline like I've never felt surges through me. I quickly wipe myself down again and slip out of the bathroom, finding my way back to the kitchen. It’s finally over.
I blend into the rushing crowd, spinning around the workers. I catch someone looking at me with concern, and that’s when I remember the bullet wound to my arm.
Well, shit.
Sure enough, there’s a trail of blood leading them right to my crime scene. I drag my foot across the lake of blood like an idiot, smearing it as I walk. All it does is make it worse.
“Sorry for the mess,” I whisper to the mortified worker and slip out the door. I’m out to the car in no time.
“C’mon, where are you, Moretti?” I mumble under my breath. I’ve been standing here for five minutes, and, in five more, I’m sure this car will be getting stormed. I’m one moresecond before barging in there and finding him myself when I see his head pop out the door.
Moretti is dripping red from head to toe, his face a smattering of blood and…is that brain matter? He pulls two cuffed men behind him. It seems I wasn’t the only one who got up to trouble. I thought I would be greeted with a smile, but he looks like he’s ready to murder me.
“Where the fuck were you? Everything go okay?”
“No time,” he mumbles before shoving the two men my way. Their eyes are missing, tears of blood dripping down their faces, and they smell like piss. “Make it quick,” he threatens, getting into the car. I’m confused until I see their faces clearly.
“Please,” Rick whines.
“Go cry about it with Matteo,” I seethe. I don’t draw it out. Ineedtheir deaths. I put a bullet in his forehead, a matching one in Johnny's, and leave them for the animals.
I hop in the passenger seat and inspect Moretti more closely. His tie is loosened like he couldn’t breathe with it on. He cracks the leather of his steering wheel from his death grip.
“Talk to me. Do we need to be worried?”
He sinks into his seat. “No, they won’t come after us or go to the cops. They keep these things in house. Can’t have cops looking elsewhere during an investigation and having their illegal dealings watched. If we lay low and wait for them to elect a new leader, we should be fine. Just don’t go looking for trouble, okay? Stay home, keep your head down, and let me deal with the wreckage. Did anyone see you?”
I hesitate. “Defineanyone.”
“Gray,” he warns. He’s not in the joking mood, it appears. Something definitely crawled up his ass in there.
“Thanks to your blackout, no one inside the room saw me. I moved Matteo to a different room before…disposing of him. As far as anyone seeing me, does an entire kitchen staff count?”
“What the fuck, Grayson!”
I throw my hands up. “Hey, it was my only escape route.They didn’t see me doing any killing, if that’s what you’re getting at, but I did drip a teeny tiny amount of blood in the kitchen thatoneortwoof them may have seen. Hypothetically.”
“You’re injured?” His brows pinch.
“Graze of a bullet to my arm. Nothing I can’t handle,” I assure him.
