Page 151 of Road to Redemption

All I could do was stare down as his body seized and spluttered for help. I wished in that moment that I cared more that I was watching my father bleed out.

But there was no denying that he was a real fucking bastard.

The world is better without him in it.

“Sniper.” Spencer signalled out the window, bringing her hand to her eyes in a rounded scope motion.

My eyes flicked up, the only thing that could tear me out of my hatred for the General was knowing Kiera was in danger.

The sniper was training his scope on the crowd, surely having spotted Kiera in the front row. His hand came to his ear, hitting his comms for clearance before he took his shot.

We had a matter of seconds to stop him. And if there was one sniper, there would be back up.

The sniper rifle on my back remained unassembled. I needed to buy enough time to build it and shoot. All before Kiera took a bullet to the heart.

Looking at my father’s body, I gritted my teeth.

That’s an idea.

84

KIERA

The sight of Issac was enough to make me nauseous. After all the heinous things he’d done, all the lives he ruined, he had the audacity to stand up on that altar in his fancy tuxedo and pretend that he deserved any sort of happiness?

Pathetic.

But the sight of Dom and I in the front row seemed to shake him just as badly. The color drained from his face as he blinked to clear his shock. It was like he’d seen a ghost — and considering he’d likely ordered my death, he kind of was.

“Madel—”

“Surprise,” Dom smirked, wrapping her arm over the back of my chair. “Hope you don’t mind the extra guest. She didn’t want to miss your special day.”

Isaac’s mouth hung open as he stammered for a response. His hand lifted toward his right ear, hovering over a discreet ear piece that seemed to be humming — comms from his guards, no doubt.

Before he could gather himself, the officiant arrived on the stage, signalling for everyone to rise. Strings from the live band swelled, lifting everyone onto their feet. At Dom’s side, I stood too, keeping my eyes locked on a frowning Isaac as he pressed his finger to the earpiece. “Shoot.”

I hardly processed the word before I heard a body slam to the ground.

Dom?

For one horrifying instant, I was sure that we’d overplayed our hand. My heart seized as I whipped toward the source of the sound. But Dom was still standing tall beside me, her arm wrapping around my shoulders to shield me.

I clung to her arm desperately as the crowd reacted to the sound. There was no gunshot, just flesh and bone breaking against stone. An abrupt pause to the bridal march. All eyes turned to the balcony, to my Leo.

She was flushed, hair slicked back by sweat as she frowned down at the body — the General. Had she pushed him down? Blood staining his military blues painted a different story. She’d shot her father, killed him, and then tossed his body down from the balcony.

But why?

While the rest of us gaped and screamed, trying to puzzle it together, she didn’t waste any time, throwing her backpack off her shoulder and assembling the sniper rifle within seconds.

And then I realized exactly why she’d needed the distraction — and why she was moving so fast.

“I said shoot!” Isaac screamed into his earpiece, unconcerned with who heard him.

I followed his eyeline to a nearby rooftop, where a sniper focused his sights on Dom. As he readied his shot, I tried to throw myself in front of her. But Leo was faster than both of us.

In a second, he was dead. In five, she’d taken out four more guards, including the one guarding Maura at the far end of the aisle.