Page 20 of Sinful Scars

Before any of the men sitting around the table even know what’s happening, two of them are already dead.

I fire a third shot straight in the neck of the guysitting with his back to me as I reach the bottom of the stairs. By the time his body falls to the floor with a thud, I’ve already put bullets in the heads of two other guys, blasting apart their skulls.

Most of the men are already dead before they have a chance to react, despite the half a dozen handguns littering the table.

My ears ring from the gunfire as blood sprays over my face, coating my skin as well as the floors and walls.

I barely flinch at the pushback from the gun as the force of the bullets shatters skull after skull.

My rage takes over, pulling me out of my body and letting it work on instinct.

My reflexes have always been exceptionally sharp, thanks to spending most of my life being a punching bag for my father.

The anger that I never got to unleash on him sits dormant in my veins for moments like this, where I can unleash it on scum like the ones lying dead at my feet.

Panting, I glance around at the bodies that litter the floor, most of them unrecognizable from the gunshot wounds I inflicted on them.

Nine dead.

They all deserve a hell of a lot worse than a bullet in the head for daring to come anywhere near Elle, but I don’t have the time to waste on torturing them. I need to get back to her, so I push past my deep-rooted desire for revenge and focus on getting some answers.

One more to go, depending on how well he cooperates.

I’ve learned that within a gang, you can always find one that values his life over loyalty, and I know from the way this fucker cowers beneath the table after I fire myfirst shot that he is the weak link. He hasn’t dared to move from his hiding spot as the blood of his friends pools around him.

Fucking pathetic.

“I suggest you cooperate.”I bend down and grab the last surviving man by the collar and drag him out from under the table.

He blubbers like a scared child, with tears already leaking down his cheeks.

“P-please,” he whimpers, holding up shaking hands as he stares down the barrel of my gun.

The crotch of his pants darkens, and I wrinkle my nose as I’m hit with the stench of urine.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pathetic sight.

“Why did you target Elle Conti?” I place my foot on his chest to keep him down as I aim my gun at his head.

“We…we wanted…” He swallows, his face losing the last of its color as he looks at the body to his right.

Brain matter stains the carpet, and he retches.

My patience is running out. “Speak. Otherwise, you’ll be joining him.”

“The weapons,” he chokes, looking back at my gun. “W-we w-wanted a-access.”

I should have known.

Massimo Conti has built one of the largest weapon manufacturing rings, not just in New York, but in the entire country. Attempts to infiltrate it aren’t rare, but to kidnap a member of his family as bait is. Only someone truly powerful would be stupid enough to risk such a move.

“Why Elle? Why not Massimo’s daughter?”

“She’s married to…to a…” He swallows, and I don’t miss the flash of fear in his eyes.

“Koslov, I know.”

I pull the trigger.

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