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He didn't care who they were or who had sent them. They were inhishome and threateninghisfamily. That alone ensured them all a swift visit to the grave.
All fell to the ground as he continued to fire. Despite the adrenaline rush, Michele managed to keep his wits about him and notice the red light moving about the room.
"Fuck," he muttered as he flew in the air, the bullet from the sniper hitting him in the shoulder where his vest didn't cover his body. He didn't get to get up as another bullet hit him in the chest—yet again in an area that wasn't covered by the vest.
His breathing grew harsh as blood oozed from his wounds, his movements sluggish, his entire being filled with pain. He coughed some blood, his throat clogged and barely working.
Just a bit more.
He had to withstand it until the others came. Until…
He dragged himself on the floor towards his phone. His mind was growing foggy, his sight even more so. Immediately he knew they must have nicked an artery, or some major vein and he was bleeding profusely. He didn't have long. Maybe a few minutes, tops.
His bloody fingers reached for the phone right as more steps resounded in the hallway.
Before he could do anything, three more men entered the room. Two were wearing full gear while the other was dressed in civilian clothes.
The man barely spared Michele a glance as he headed straight for the back of the apartment.
Michele's eyes grew wide as sudden realization descended upon him.
They… They weren't there for him?
But that wasn't all, was it? They knew exactly where to go—where the vault was.
He opened his mouth to say something—what, he didn't know. But the man's voice resounded first.
"Solomon? I know you're there. Your daddy is hurt and is asking for you," the man said.
All at once, despite the pain—despiteeverything—Michele knew this wasn't random. This was a localized attack with a clear purpose. They must have been on to him for a long time if they had that much information on him and Solomon.
At that moment, Michele could only pray that Solomon wouldn't open the door—that he'd listen to Michele and not open the door to anyone other than him.
He couldn't hear what Solomon replied—if he did at all. But the man did something else that surprised Michele. He usedhisvoice.
"It's okay, bud. You can come out."
His mouth trembled as he dragged himself on the ground. Nothing else mattered but getting to his son and making sure he was ok.
"No, no, no," he mumbled, barely able to get the words out.
He dragged his heavy body to the hallway until he had a full view of the vault.
A click sound, and the door opened.
"Where is my daddy?" Solomon asked, sneaking his head out.
The men were by the door, waiting.
"He's right there, why don't you come see him?"
Something wasn't right…
"No," Michele called out, this time the sound a bit louder.
They weren't attacking him. They were just waiting…
Solomon opened the door wider, coming out of the vault.
