Page 83 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Santana
“I called you here for help, Santana. Not to aim your fucking gun at me! I’m mobilizing my men now and…” I cocked my gun and took a wide step toward Dom. He was living in his last seconds and I wondered if he knew it.
Walking into Pop’s office and seeing him on the floor in a pool of his own blood flipped a switch in me. I’d never killed anyone before but I’d always been willing. Now, I knew without a doubt that I was a motherfucking killer without remorse.
Dom was going to die.
I wasn’t going to give him the dignity of dying in the same room with my father though. Fuck that. He was going to lie cold on the fucking ground like the backstabbing rat he was.
“You’re mobilizingwhosemen?” I quizzed, my finger wrapped securely around the trigger. I refused to let my guard down because I knew Dom had a pistol.
“You know what I mean, Santana. I don’t think Sam should be in here right now.” He looked past me and at Sammie. Suddenly her gut-wrenching sobs became clear and I felt my chest tighten with grief.
He was gone.
Pop was gone.
“Samira, baby, listen to me, okay? I need you to focus. Get your gun and take the safety off like I showed you.” Sammie sniffled and cried but I heard her moving around to do as I said. I couldn’t look at her fully because there was no way in hell I was letting Dom out of my sight.
He had the fucking nerve to stand there like I was being ridiculous. His exacerbated breathing and eye-rolling made my trigger finger so goddamn itchy.
“Okay, Santana now what?” Sammie’s shaky voice came from behind me.
“Come here, stand beside me.” I motioned to her with a flick of my head and she stood next to me. Her warmth was comforting to my bleeding heart. “We’re going to walk Dom to the dungeon. He tries anything…shoot him in the head.”
“W—what’s the dungeon?” She sniffled.
“It’s a room in the back with no windows. You know where the dungeon is, right, Dom?” I smirked. It was fueled by ice and pain. There was nothing amusing about the situation I was crammed into.
“What the fuck is your problem, Santana? You’re wasting time when we should be focused on the motherfucker from the east side that killed Chris!”
“You really think I’m that naïve, Dom? You think I’m going to believe that Pop came in here when nobody knew he’d be here and got ambushed by the east side? His own men? Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit. Start walking to the dungeon before I shoot you in your shoulder.” I didn’t want to take out his legs because I wanted him to walk to his own death. I didn’t want to lay a hand on him.
“So what the hell are you saying? You better choose your words carefully.”
“I don’t have to choose a motherfucking thing carefully. I’m saying you killed my father.You! Just like you’re stalking Samira…you sick fuck.” Before I knew what happened my gun-wielding hand crashed into Dom’s face, cracking the skin on his cheek and letting blood run freely.
The sight satisfied me.
The mask fell from Dom’s face once again and he drew his gun. I knew he had it on him even though he tried to act as if he was unarmed. In this business, you’re never unarmed.
Sammie gasped beside me but kept her gun trained on him.
Good girl.
“That’s the animal I wanted to see. The fucking rat that’s been next to Pop this entire time,” I growled.
“You stupid fucking shit. You have no idea what you’re talking about. What do you think the guys are gonna say when they come in here and see you’ve got me hemmed up with little Sam aiming a gun at me? Put that thing down, sweetheart. I got something nice and hard you can hold instead.” As soon as the words left his mouth, I reared back to pistol whip him again but that time he cocked his gun.
Samira was no slouch, she cocked and aimed hers too without flinching. “I’ve never shot anyone before but Santana showed me how to hit a target and Papa gave me this gun for my birthday so I will fill you with bullets without blinking.” Even though her voice was pregnant with tears, she didn’t tremble once.
“You’d shoot me, sweetheart?” Dom sounded hurt.
“In a heartbeat,” Sammie answered.
The familiar sound of concrete rubbing and scraping against itself caught my ear and I knew that meant the rest of the guys were coming in. It wasn’t a scene I wanted them to walk in on with Pop lying dead on the floor and me and Sammie holding Dom up but it was what had to happen.
