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“Shit,” I mutter. I raise my gun over the edge of the porch and fire. I miss.
Antonio does the same but has to duck back down as the men shoot at us some more, inching their way closer to us.
With all the commotion we’re making, Patrick will surely be alerted to what’s going on, which will give him a chance to escape. And I can’t have that.
With a burst of energy, I stand and fire at the men. I manage to hit one in the head. The other one hits me. Pain flares up my shoulder as the bullet rips through it. I stumble back, clutching my wound as blood begins to seep past it.
“Killian,” Antonio says. He stands up and shoots the last remaining guard before running over to me. “You got shot. Here.” He rips off part of his shirt and helps bind my wound. “That should stop the bleeding long enough.”
“Good thing it was just my shoulder,” I say, trying for humor, even though I feel a little weak.
“You still good to kill Patrick?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Antonio busts the doorknob on Patrick’s front door, and we let ourselves inside. It’s a clean, simple looking house. I guess Patrick doesn’t want a huge display in his home—no, he saves those displays for hurting people.
We make our way upstairs to his bedroom, but no one is there.
“Let’s search,” I whisper, keeping my gun raised, even though my shoulder is killing me. I walk slowly down the hall, keeping my eyes and ears peeled for any sound.
That’s when I hear it—a creak downstairs.
I turn around and hurry back down the steps and into the kitchen, where I see Patrick attempting to leave out the back door.
“Not so fast,” I growl, aiming my gun at him.
He turns around, his hands raised. “You’re not going to kill me, Killian.”
“No?”
“You didn’t have the balls to before. Why now?”
“Because you killed all the guests at my mother’s funeral. I’m not going to let you survive this time.”
“I think you’re bluffing,” he says.
“I’m really not.”
I pull my trigger.
He lets out a little grunt as the bullet hits his head before he falls face first onto the ground. I shoot him in the back for good measure.
Antonio finds me in the kitchen. “It’s done?”
“It’s done. Now, I have a wife to return to, who’s worried about me. I promised her a dream wedding, and I’m going to deliver on that promise.”
Antonio claps me on the arm. “Welcome to the big leagues, Killian. With my help, you’ll have no problem taking over nowthat Patrick is dead. These men will be looking for someone to turn to.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you. You saved my sister from ruin. You saved me when I was in hiding. You’re a good man, Killian.”
I take the praise as I leave the house, heading back home to Mia. The place where I belong.
CHAPTER 20
Mia
