Page 49 of Traitor

But, all the man did was smile at me before putting two bullets in his brain.

“No!” I roared.

The men cackled. “’No!’ he says.”

Another man’s voice sounded. “And they say Mateo Emiliano has no heart.”

I watched my faithful driver of over a decade bleed out onto the ground. His lifeless eyes, staring up at the sky while his brain matter pooled beneath him. Fury unlike anything I’d ever felt in my entire life filled my entire body from my toes to my nose. And when I felt the ‘whoosh’ of a foot coming at me, I moved like lightning.

Before I caught the man’s ankle.

“What the—AH! What the fuck!?”

With a measured twist, I broke his ankle clear away from his leg. I brought my legs up and pushed against his back with my knees, sending him soaring over the edge down toward the jagged rocks. A man fisted my tie and drew me up, choking me as it tightened around my throat.

I got my arm around his neck, though.

Before I broke it.

I shoved him over the edge before I turned toward the third guy. He hunched down, readying himself for a fight as I eyed my guns on the side of the road about fifty feet away from us. I had to get to my guns. I didn’t have much energy to keep fighting like this.

But, when the man snarled at me, his words gave me new life.

“You and her are going to die tonight. And I’m going to dance on both of your graves.”

Shit. Someone’s at the house with Char.

The man charged me with all of his might, roaring like a mighty dragon with his hands outstretched. And while he might’ve trained all of those muscles three times a day in the gym, my father taught me how to work smarter. Not harder.

So, I merely stepped out of the way and let that man cast his own self over the edge.

And I listened to him scream like a fucking girl all the way down.

I rushed over to my driver and skidded to my knees. I picked up his head and felt the massive hole in the back of his skull. I blinked back tears as my anger choked off my ability to breathe. I knew I couldn’t leave him here, but I had to get back to Char.

“I’ll come back for you,” I whispered.

Then, I gathered up my things and stole the only car at the scene that still worked before booking it back to the beach house.

Metal ground against the asphalt, kicking up sparks as I raced back to my place. I prayed to any God that still had any sort of sympathy for me that Char was all right. But, when I pulled into my driveway, I saw a familiar figure sitting on my porch. With a lit cigarette in her mouth and her fucking black heels kicked up on my porch railing as if she owned the place, I saw Rosana.

Smirking at me as I stormed out of the car.

“Where is she?” I growled.

Rosana tossed her cigarette to the ground. “Where’s who?”

I cocked my gun and aimed it at her head. “Char. Where is she?”

Rosana pulled a gun from behind her back and dangled it from her fingers. “You know, she really is a spitfire.”

It wasn’t until I looked a little closer that I saw Rosana had a black eye and a scratch against her cheek. And it made me even more fearful that I arrived too late.

“Where. Is she?” I growled.

The idea of Char being dead after I promised to keep her safe made me sick to my stomach. And if this stupid bitch had killed her, I’d torture her in my basement. I’d cover my walls with her blood before burning this entire place down with her tied up inside of it.

The thought alone made me salivate.

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