Page 146 of The Dark Obsession

If I think about it, let the mayhem consume me, I’ll panic and that’s a sure way to get yourself killed.

So I block it out, my mind focused solely on one goal.

Getting Tyson back.

“Fuck.”

My head snaps to where Raffaele was just a second ago.

He’s crouched over Nestore, pressing down onto his calf as blood seeps from between his fingers.

Slipping off his belt with one hand, he ties it tightly around the top of the leg. Strangling the limb to stop the blood flow, he earns himself a pained groan from the wounded man.

This is bad.The thick, red liquid rapidly soaking the dark fabric of Nestore’s pants, dripping onto the cement floor.

How did I not notice him getting shot? He’s been at my side this whole time, gunning down the Russians as effortlessly as Raffaele.

Apparently, killing is second nature to these men.

“Fucking Bratva sons of bitches.” Rafe curses, dragging Nestore’s massive body behind some crates, shielding him from stray bullets.

“Mal!” My brother shouts abruptly, the terror in his voice making the hairs on my nape rise.

I turn just in time to see a mountain of a man coming up behind me. Bald and reeking of body odor, his eyes feral.

Blood still dripping from the guy’s mangled nose.

With no time to think, I act purely on instinct as I dodge his large hand grabbing for me without any qualms about hurting a woman, leaving him to spew Russian curses as his fist closes around thin air.

Twisting away, I raise the gun Raffaele gave me, shooting aimlessly in the brute’s general direction.

Hoping that his size will prove to be his downfall with my limited ability to actually hit a target.

By a stoke of blind luck, the man drops to his knees with a grunt. A gaping hole prominent in the center of his chest as I watch the last trace of life fade from his empty eyes.

I did it.

I killed him.

I killed for Tyson, and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about it. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant protecting the man I love.

Raffaele’s arm wraps around my shoulders, keeping me on my trembling legs as he looks down at the dead body.

“Good job, baby sis.” He sounds genuinely impressed before turning to the masked, unhinged one of his crew.

“Take him to doc. The bullet went through, but his bone is shattered.” I gulp as two guys hoist Nestore up between them.

Most of the warehouse has been cleared out by now. Yet so far there’s been no trace of Tyson.

With my father missing as well, I’m assuming they must be together here somewhere.

“Where are they keeping him?” My voice breaks as I succumb to the hopelessness of finding him in one piece.

No.I can’t let those thoughts in.

I won’t allow it.

A beat of silence passes as Raffaele listens to someone through an earpiece. I haven’t realized he’s been wearing one up until right now.

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