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The sick feeling I get when I think about letting my anger go has me breathing hard. “No chance in hell, little brother. Now shut up and get ready to drive.”
Silence.
Exactly what I want to hear from him.
Putting the binoculars down, I pick up the sniper rifle. Lining up my shot, I feel the wind against my arms and reconfigure my spot for the shift. As I’m about to pull the trigger, I see her.
Crucinda.
My heart races as she approaches Jasper, smiling and holding a cat in her arms. A tiny puppy barking at her feet throws me off.
What the fuck? She hates animals.
Why are they acting like they are safe with her?
Too many questions and not enough action. I tremble with anxiousness as I pull the trigger. I watch as the bullet hits Jasper in the neck, and Crucinda screams. Her voice permeates through the air, and I chuckle.
Crucinda’s scream is so loud I can hear it from where I’m hidden. The sheer agony in her voice is thrilling. “Jasper!” As she sits the cat she was holding down, it runs around with the dog that is barking, trying to understand the commotion. My other brother comes around the corner as she falls to her knees.
My comms beep, and I can hear both my brothers’ breathing. Ah, Joey must have activated the three-way. I smile because now I can hear everything that’s going on.
“Get the fuck up,” he demands. She shakes her head and covers Jasper’s body. Her hand is pressed against his neck, but it’s too late. My shot was dead on, through and through.
“He… He needs help,” Crucinda cries out.
What. The. Ever. Loving. Shit?
“It’s too late for him, lady. He’s dead, and you’re about to be if you don’t fucking move.”
“Hey!” Shit, Boris wasn’t supposed to be here. I quickly pull the trigger again, and the bullet hits him directly in the chest.
He falls to the ground in a crumbled pile of blood. “No!” Crucinda loses her strength to stay upright, and her head falls to Jasper’s abdomen. “No. No. No.”
John yanks Crucinda up by her hair and snarls at her. “Move, or I’ll drag your ass.”
Watching them move, I quickly pick up my shit and make my way to the van. I’m happy I don’t have to deal with Boris until later. I can’t shake the feeling, though; I’m missing something. Everything our father ever told us was that Crucinda was a monster. We never mentioned her after our mother died. But these aren’t the actions of a monster.
“Unhand me.” I can hear Crucinda demanding, and my brother chuckles. His laugh is cold and calculating. If she thinks she’s getting away from him, she’s sorely mistaken.
“Not a chance, bitch.” John is playing the bad guy, but he’s truly the softest of us. He’ll play his part until we are at the warehouse. Then, back underground, he’ll go.
Joey is the youngest and most volatile, but he is the voice of reason. He’ll be back overseas in a few days, doing whatever Marines do. Me, I’m the eldest. The craziest of the bunch. I’ve served my time in the military, and now it’s time to do what our soft-as-hell father couldn’t do.
“Jason,” John says as he throws Crucinda into the van. “She’s a feisty one. You stay in the back with her.”
“She’s almost fifty. How do you have a black eye?” I raise an eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head.
“Goddamn fast as hell for a fifty-year-old, Jase. She head-butted me when I was trying to get her in the van.”
I expected a fight, but not from her already. Oh well. Either way, I’ll enjoy breaking her. Putting my gun into its case, I push it against the wall and climb in. Shutting the door, I turn toward my target.
“Hello, Crucinda.” Sitting on the bench seat, she keeps her head held high and refuses to look at me.
“When I talk, you are to look at me.” The van lurches forward, and even though Crucinda is untied and free to fight, she refuses to do so. Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me. Even with makeup, her scar is visible. She stares at me, breathing hard and tears running down her face.
“So, this is the big bad daughter of Cruella De Vil?” I move her face closer to me to whisper in her ear. “She would be disappointed.”
Still, she remains silent. Anger is burning inside of me. “Giving me the silent treatment, huh?” I laugh and push her away from me.
