Page 61 of The Devil's Deal

“You piece of shit. You’re all dead,” the capo I now recognize as Mikey threatens. “Faro will have all your heads.”

Still on my knees, I point my gun at his torso. “Good night, motherfucker. I’ll make sure Faro pays you a visit.”

I pop him in the chest. He finally shuts up.

One down.

My eyes fly around the room, the pulse in my neck pounding with fury, matching the rage inside my heart. I want all of them dead. Everyone who’s ever worked for that family will die.

Dante shoots another one dead, while Enzo’s punching some soon-to-be sorry son of a bitch off of him, the man’s gun on the floor.

I rush for it, picking it up. Enzo makes eye contact, and as he slightly shoves the guy off to the side, I fire at the asshole on the back of his skull. He falls on top of my brother.

“Fuck, man,” Enzo mutters, pushing the dead weight off completely. “Did you have to kill him right on top of me?”

I give him my hand and pull him up. “Maybe I should’ve left you there and had him rearrange your face.”

“On your left,” Enzo warns with a head gesture, as another four men come for an attack.

How many fucking people do they have back there?

Boom.

Boom.

I shoot one in his eye, ducking as the other fires at me, while Enzo takes care of the other two.

My shoulder burns, but I ignore the pain, firing two more rounds at the one who just tried to take me out.

He drops to the floor, blood gushing out in spurts from his neck. Standing over him, I fire another bullet into the center of his chest.

He’s definitely dead now. And as I watch the blood seeping out of him, I realize the bullets have stopped.

It’s quiet now.

“Fuck!” Dante growls behind me.

I rush over, finding two men dead beside him.

He clutches his left arm, his lips peeled back, teeth gritted, face twisted in pain. “I’m hit.”

“Let me see,” I tell him as I start to gently pull at the sleeve of his hoodie until his arm is free.

Blood leaks from the top of his arm, right below the shoulder.

“Shit, we have to get you to Raquel. She’s the closest.”

She’ll know how to treat this shit. I remove my hoodie, wrapping it tightly around the wound, applying enough pressure to stop the bleeding.

“Let’s load up and get the fuck out of here!” I shout to my men.

Looking around, I find they’re all still in one piece. Relief washes over me.

As Enzo and I grab Dante, we hear whimpering. A woman’s voice.

What the fuck?

“Did you hear that?” Enzo asks, his eyes narrowing, voice low.

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