Page 145 of The Dark Obsession

“I’m assuming it’d be a futile effort asking you to stay in the car.” Raffaele turns to me, making my eyes narrow.

There’s nothing he could say or do that would hold me here while Tyson might be fighting for his life out there.

I’m coming. There’s no question about it.

With a firm nod, he hands me a handgun, clicking off the safety for me. “Just in case.” Rafe smirks and then he’s out.

“At least stay behind me at all times, Malory. Tyson will rip my dick off if there’s so much as a scratch on you.” He helps me out as two more SUVs stop at both sides of us with squealing tires.

“And I happen to be quite fond of it.” My brother mumbles to himself, unconcerned by the impending bloodshed like it’s his second nature.

“I don’t doubt it.” Nestore huffs, strapping me into a bulletproof vest.

We wait until the others are assembled. One group going for the front entrance with weapons ready in hand, while another circles the building in case anyone decides to run out the back.

My eyebrows shoot up as I spot a man wearing a skull balaclava with a whole-ass grenade launcher slung over his shoulder.

At least someone is in his element, I guess.

“What happens now?” I whisper anxiously, ducking behind Rafe’s large form.

“We annihilate the fuckers.”

As soon as he finishes, utter mayhem breaks out.

The metal door getting blown to dust, alerting everyone within a five-mile radius of our arrival as we enter in an unbreakable formation with me in the center.

Over their broad backs, I can barely see the Russians scrambling for their own guns.

“No one’s leaving here alive!” Raffaele bellows as his men spread out into the warehouse. Using old crates and barrels with peeling paint to duck behind.

Rapid crossfire erupting all around us.

My heart leaps into my throat as I desperately clutch the gun with both hands, trying to keep my head down.

No amount of shooting lessons could have prepared me for this.

We dive for cover as Raffaele quickly changes his magazine. He’s been going at it relentlessly with me hidden behind his back.

Still, this is better than awaiting the outcome of this death match locked in the car. I had to be here.

For him.

“Who taught you how to shoot?!” Rafe shouts in the other man’s direction. “I was hoping for a challenge here.” He grumbles as more bullets ricochet above our heads.

Does he have to spur them on?

Aiming his own gun in return, he takes one of the Russians out in a single shot. This definitely isn’t his first time, or the hundredth by the looks of it.

“This is what I call proper sibling bonding.” Raffaele laughs as the sound of gunfire fills the air all around us.

My brother is certifiable, that’s for sure.

From what I can make out in the chaos and judging by the sheer number of bodies littering the ground wherever I look, I’d say his confidence isn’t misplaced.

Even as the Bratva keeps returning fire ceaselessly, it’s a futile effort considering they’re outnumbered by quite a lot.

Under different circumstances I’d be throwing up from the carnage surrounding me, but everything is a blur.

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