Page 43 of The Silencer

Fuck.

We’re all getting high on this shit. That’s not fucking good.

We need to focus. I need to kill all the assholes who made their way into my space unannounced.

I motion to move forward, and we do, my stance still crouched as we move toward the sounds of gunfire.

“Get that shit!” someone yells.

“Find him!” another responds.

Raphael shakes his head and stands, firing off shots as quickly as he can, and Luca and I follow suit, our aim rarely missing our targets. Bodies fall, the gunshots diminishing as we take everyone out.

Everyone who shouldn’t be here.

The ones who came in and tried to destroy me and what I’ve built.

“Go!” I shout to Raphael, who is moving away from our spot and shooting off rapid fire. Luca is beside him, reloading with a flick of his wrist and taking out two more people.

I don’t even know how many of them there are, but enough to cause significant damage.

Something hits me in the arm, but the adrenaline moving through me cuts off any and all feeling. I’ll deal with it later.

I reload and continue aiming, my eyes narrowed through the smoke and white dust floating through the air.

I feel something trickle down my side as I move away from the barrier protecting me and take someone out, the bullet hitting them in the chest.

They’re dressed in black tactical gear with Kevlar, so I aim my gun for his head.

Without a second thought, I pull the trigger, moving past him as he slumps to the ground. I glance to my right and see Luca strangling someone, blood dripping from his face. With another careful, steady aim from my gun, I blow that person to smithereens.

No one touches what’s mine.

“We’re good!” Raphael suddenly calls, and Luca lets the man dangling in his arms fall to the ground.

I wipe at my blurring eyes, seeing the carnage around me. Bodies, parents who won’t go home to their kids, wives and husbands who won’t go home to their spouses. Ruined inventory scattered around the floor. Millions of dollars gone.

“I’m going to kill every last one of them,” I mutter, my eyes wet from the drugs still in the air. I’m so fucking high.

I move through the chaos, shouting orders behind my makeshift mask, standing over the still-writhing body of a man I cut down just minutes ago.

Shame he’s still alive.

“Who do you work for?” I ask, taking in his attire, my booted foot on his chest. I see nothing that would identify him, which is smart.

Smarter than those assholes should be.

The man opens his lips, blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, and he smiles crookedly at me.

“Do you work for the Aces?” I ask, my eyes narrowing as I try and decipher what he’s saying. He chokes, coughs, offering me nothing of value. Well then, I think as I sigh and aim my gun right at his head.

He’s better off dead. My finger squeezes the trigger. Bits of his head explode, like a watermelon hitting stone steps, and some unfortunately lands on my pants.

Well, that’s tragic.

I lean down and brush it off with the barrel of my gun before making my way across the room to Luca, who is currently interrogating another fallen man with Viktor by his side. I watch as the man says something and Luca rolls his eyes, sighs, and then lifts the gun to the man’s head, pulling the trigger without another thought.

He stands up, letting the body plunk backward, and glances my way.

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