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I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.
“One,” he whispered.
Controlling my breathing, I aimed.
“Two.”
Zeroed in, sight clear.
“Three.” His shot wasn’t clear.
My target’s head was easy to keep secure. A mop of long wavy hair drifted with the storm in black drapes of filth, late twenties with an addiction. From the twitch he couldn’t suppress to the persistent hand that itched his nose, he was too high to take cover.
Too high to realize he was about to take the last hit.
“Go.”
I exhaled.
Pop, pop.
Six bodies tumbled under gravity.
All six of us hit our targets, and when the gunfire returned in our direction, we had new targets to expire.
The next three went, and I’d killed five men in mere minutes. Together and in sequence, our system worked better than the wasted ammunition of loose bullets.
“I think we can take these out, Lucca,” Arlo’s low tone murmured.
I believed so too, but my need to get Katia overruled logic. In the end, my reeling emotions had no power over the lives of others. No power when these feelings were tooraw,rare, andnewfor my mind.
“No loose ends,” I whispered back.
Sergio slipped his last magazine and readied.
We pointed and finished the job until no more rounds were heard or trained at us.
Blood rushed from my head, and I steadied my feet, falling back onto the wall. I closed my eyes for a brief second while my hand crossed to my side as the burning increased. But until I could dig out the piece of lead from inside my body, the damage would continue.
“Boss?” Sergio questioned.
“I need to find Katia.” I launched forward, taking a look at Arlo’s calculating gaze. I didn’t care. My demon screamed to find her. “You coming?”
“Let’s go.” Arlo turned, and we followed his silent trail.
Alert and searching for a threat, I picked up a gun from the floor just feet away from the door. Quickly I released the magazine and stared at the four bullets left before Arlo and I slipped inside the door with Sergio in tow.
It was a trap.
And the reason we weren’t caught on the floor dead was Fer. He sat with his finger over his mouth beneath the shadow cast by the rail. Next to him, a body faced the ground with its head bent unnaturally to the side.
We moved away from the door, hiding from the light.
“Ilias took our men upstairs. Borelli has every inch covered from the top.” Fer’s hushed whisper carried only into our ears. “Ilias’s plan was to slip behind them, spread away, and take them all at the same time.”
My head shook.
It was either the worst fucking plan I’d ever heard of, or the greatest if achieved.
