Page 13 of King of Obsession

The men flinched.

‘Fuck! It’s her,’ one of them breathed.

I raised a brow and glanced at the rise.

My lips twisted.

It washer.

‘You’ve got to be shittin’ me,’ I growled.

My nostrils flared, my eyes shuttered momentarily, unable to parse what I’d seen.

When I gazed out again, the hillock where the woman had stood only moments ago was empty.

She was gone.

One of the gunmen opened fire into the forest, pumping a rampant hail of bullets into the stand of trees she’d disappeared into.

My vision went fuckin’ crimson.

I whirled, the gun in my hand, and with cold precision, sentfirepower up their ass.

When they realized I’d turned on them, all four shooters switched their gunfire on me, and ammo began to fly in wild abandon.

‘Cazzo,’ I growled, aiming and obliterating the skull of one of the men firing on me.

Blood, brain matter, and gunk flew as I spun, heat-seeking.

A second assailant appeared from behind a tree and squeezed a shot at me.

I waited a split moment, eviscerating his chest with a trigger pull around a trunk.

One of the jackasses was too fast and barreled into my side.

The mofo pulled me off my feet, and I fell to the ground with a thud.

I struggled to fight back, but he was a hefty thug.

He punched, but I battered harder and kicked without mercy, even as the gun battle raged on.

He jammed his barrel into me, trying to fire it into my gut.

Twisting my torso, I succeeded in ramming him. Just as his weapon went off, a massive blast smacked into my shoulder.

Still, my survival instinct surged, and encircling his neck, I squeezed, and in seconds, he was out.

A flare of adrenaline hit, and I went numb, just managing to push him off me, and staggered to my knees, searching for my firearm.

I found it, spinning just in time as yet another of my attackers appeared, aiming a shotgun at me.

We paused, staring at each other.

His eyes flicked to his former companions, and he grimaced. ‘Do you know what kinda hell that’s about to rain down on you when the Caputos and Conti family find out you daredtake their capos out?’

‘Who’s going to tell them?’ I smirked.

‘I am,’ he snarled.

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