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I begin to head down the hallway when Zander grabs my shoulder to stop me. “She won’t be in a room.”
He points to the floor. “She’s in the basement.”
The sound of footsteps fill the circular living room and men are running down the hallway on the right and left side.
I turn and so does Zander, our backs nearly touching, and we fire our weapons. One of the men charging at me stops, dropping to the floor when I put a bullet between his eyes. I’m able to shoot another too, but the last one slams against me.
He tackles me to the floor, pushing Zander out of the way and our team bursts through the door, taking care of the men coming from the right side of the hall. Bullets fly and glass shatters as they hit the windows, lamps, and vases.
The man manages to roll me onto my back and punches me in the face. The gun is slapped from my hand, and it slides across the floor. I catch his hand, bending his wrist until I hear an audible break.
He shouts from the pain and I’m able to push him off me, punching him across the face next. When he is down, I stand, smashing my foot against his broken wrist which has him crying out until his voice is shot. I bend down and wrap my hand around his throat, wondering if he is one of the men that has dared to breathe in my wife’s direction.
I curl my lip as I pour every ounce of my strength into crushing his fucking windpipe. His face turns red, and his eyes are wide, the whites bloodshot from the pressure. With his good hand, he slaps my arms, but he’s losing the battle.
His attempts become weaker and weaker until finally, he stops breathing. His arm hits the floor with a thud.
I wipe my forehead with my arm and look up in time to see Matias and someone else fall through the window.
“Matias!” I yell for him, running to where he is when I see him stand, grab a piece of glass from the ground and stabs the enemy. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he grunts, rolling his head over his shoulders. “Fucking hate these assholes.” Bianchi’s guy starts crawling on the ground and Matias grips him by his hair, then yanks his head back. He slices the glass shard across the man’s throat.
Blood flows freely like a waterfall and Matias drops the body with a hard shove, stepping on the man’s back as he walks toward me.
Zander yells, more like a triumphant battle cry, and shoves the gun in his victim’s mouth, then pulls the trigger.
I stare at the carnage. Bodies and blood are everywhere.
“Is everyone okay?” I ask, my eyes mapping each person, my team, and Zanders.
“Nothing a band-aid can’t fix, da?” One of Zander’s men says.
“Where is the door to the basement?” I ask Zander, feeling lost in this damn house.
“Follow me. Watch your step. Blood everywhere,” he says as if it’s ironic.
He runs and I follow, our steps are loud in the tunnel of the hallway. I’ve never seen a house like this. The hall is arched, like a circle.
When we get to the end of the hall, two men the size of tanks are there and I don’t hesitate, I kill them both before they have the opportunity to lift their weapons.
Waiting isn’t an option.
I won’t give them the fucking pleasure.
Like Zander said, I won’t be the guy who aims a gun then talk to waste time.
I rip the door open and trample down the steps, the darkness engulfing me. It smells musky, wet, and the cold air feels good against my heated skin. To the left is a storage room and on the right is another hall, I follow it, only to see Bianchi there holding my wife in his arms.
She’s in her fucking underwear.
And Bianchi has a gun pointed at her temple.
“Her for the stone,” he offers.
Bianchi is taller than Rosie and I’m sure he expected me to talk, but I don’t want to. I have nothing to say when he is holding everything I love most in this world at gunpoint. I lift my weapon above her head and pull the trigger.
Rosie screams but when his hold on her loosens, she falls to the ground, and Bianchi staggers for a moment. One drop of blood flows down his nose from the gunshot in the middle of his forehead. His eyes are wide, his brain struggling to come to the realization of what just happened. He finally falls to his knees and for the hell of it, I empty the rest of my clip into him.
