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“Looks like the party already started,” Shy said, and got her Berretta from her purse.
As soon as the car was in park, Black jumped out and ran toward the house with Shy following as fast as she could in that gown and four-inch heels. He lowered his shoulder and crashed through the door. When he did, the large man came out of the living room and began firing at Black with an IA2, and assault rifle that was used by the Brazilian Armed Forces. With his attention on Black, he didn’t see Shy come through the door. She fired twice and hit him with both shots to the chest.
Geno kept firing in both directions until his gun was empty. When Black and Shy rushed in the living room, Ezequiel turned and fired at them. As he ran for cover, Shy kept firing and hit Ezequiel with a shot to the head when he turned. He dropped his gun and fell to the ground.
As the last man came toward Geno and Valencia, Black came up behind him and shot him in the back of the head. Geno dropped his gun and turned to Valencia.
“It’s alright, Vee,” Geno said, taking her in his arms while covering her hand with his to apply more pressure to her wound. “You're gonna be alright.”
Black picked up the tablecloth from the floor, ripped a piece, and handed it to Geno. “Get her out of here.”
Geno nodded and put the cloth over the wound as Black continued to tear away pieces. Once Geno had wrapped the pieces of cloth around her, he told Valencia to keep pressure on it as he scooped her up in his arms and then he followed Black out of the house to his car. Once they had her in the car, Black watched as they drove away before going back in the house with Shy.
Chapter Twenty-eight
When Black came back inside, Shy had already called Edwina and she said that she’d be there soon. With that out of the way, she had already begun searching the house looking for anything that she could find that would be useful to her. Not knowing what she was looking for, Shy hoped that no one had called the police, so they’d have time to search until Edwina got there.
Black knelt down next to Ezequiel. The bullet in his head meant that there was no need to check for a pulse, he was dead and that wasn’t what Black wanted. He wanted to know what was going on between him and Valencia had to do with Shy. Now Ezequiel was dead, and Valencia was on her way to the hospital. He got to his feet and called Carla.
“What’s going on, Mike?”
“We’re at the house. I need to know if there is any police activity directed here?”
“Hold on while I scan the police frequency.”
“And if there’s no activity, get Edwina over here,” he said, looking around at the bodies.
“Shy already called her and she’s on her way there now. I’ll call you back with her ETA and I will update you about police activity.”
“Thank you, Carla. Valencia was shot, Geno is taking her to a hospital.”
“Acknowledged. I’ll update you on that as well.”
“Right,” Black said and went off in search of Shy.
When he went into the office, he found Shy sitting at the desk, rifling through the drawers.
“You find anything?”
“It would help if I knew what I was looking for, but so far, no,” Shy said, and sat back in the chair.
“Be careful what you touch.”
“Edwina is on her way,” Shy said and resumed her search with the papers on the desk.
“I know, and I got Carla—” he began, as his phone rang. “Yes, Carla.”
“No police activity. Edwina’s ETA is ten minutes.”
“Thank you, Carla.”
“Nothing on Valencia yet. I’m still searching hospitals in the area.”
“Let me know.” Black ended the call.
“And?”
“Edwina will be here in ten minutes and no cops.”
