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Tires screech, and my head spins from being whipped around.
Marco’s car nearly one-eighties as he races to keep up.
One look in the passenger’s mirror shows smoky tires and an out-of-control car roaring at our backs.
“You okay?” He squeezes my hand.
I nod, but I’m not okay.
“We’re going to put an end to this, once and for all,” he promises. “But first, I have to keep you safe.”
He whips the car down a street at the last second, almost causing Marco to crash onto the sidewalk. Then, in a quick movement, he pulls the car deep into a tight driveway, way too tight for Marco to ram in his speeding rampage.
Castor shoves the car into park and looks at me hard in the eyes. “Stay here. I’ll deal with this.”
I shake my head. “He’ll kill you! He’s fucking insane, Castor. We should just run.”
“It’s too late for running and hiding, Gia. This is it. The Russian’s final fucking test to break us.”
“It was never the Russians who were going to break us, Castor. It’s him.”
Headlights brighten Castor’s face as Marco’s engine roars like a lion.
Lights on the second floor of the stranger’s house flick on.
“Castor!”
Castor shuts the door and walks out in the open with his hands up.
“Hey, what the hell is going on down there?” a middle-aged man calls from the second floor.
Marco gets out of the car with a loaded Desert Eagle, pointing the gun at the stranger. “Call the cops, everyone dies. You want that on your hands? One fucking siren!” He marches forward when he’s done with the stranger, stomping up with his angry duck-walk, head hunched, gun pointed.
“My fucking sister, Cast?” He laughs like the idea is insane. “And I have to hear it from our fucking enemies? You are scum.”
“Marco, let’s talk this out,” Castor speaks calmly.
“No, no, no. You don’t get to talk your way out of this one, you prick. This night ends with a bullet in your fucking head.”
Castor takes a step forward, and a gun goes off.
“Ah!” I scream and run out of the car. There’s a trail of smoke by Castor’s loafer. “Marco, stop!”
Bang!
Castor doesn’t flinch, but there’s another spark near his feet.
“I’m not fucking dancing for you,” Castor growls.
“Get back in the car, Gia. I’ll deal with you after I kill this prick. He needs to hear some words first.” Marco runs his finger under his nose. “Get in the car, now! I’ll shave your fucking head and send you to live with the monks. I swear to fucking God.” He points the gun on me, and I gulp.
“Hey!” Castor claps his hands. “Focus, you fucking idiot. It’s me you want.”
The gun swings back to Castor, which makes tears roll down my eyes. He’s really going to kill him.
“Yeah, it is you,” Marco’s voice grows eerily still. “Sending me on faraway errands. Acting aloof all these months. I knew something was up, but I never imagined this. Behind my fucking back. Calling me brother for the past fifteen years. This is worse than being a rat, Castor.”
“I love her.”
