Page 100 of Mafiosa
‘Sophie.’ One word. Surprise. Relief. And something else. Something I couldn’t place.
I kept my chin up, tried to squash down the urge to vomit. My teeth were chattering. ‘There was no redemption for him, Luca.’
His mouth twisted. He shook his head at me. ‘You really are something else.’
I lowered my gun and came towards him. I knelt down and gripped the knife in his arm. ‘Hold still.’ He groaned as I pulled it out. I grabbed a cloth napkin from the table and wrapped it around his arm twice, tying it tight, just above the wound. I was kneeling in a pool of Felice Falcone’s blood, a hair’s breadth from his lifeless body and surrounded by a host of dead Marinos – most of whom I was related to – and I was entirely focused on Luca and that wound. On what needed to be done. On what was still left.
I was in soldier mode, and it had come upon me so quickly I hadn’t even noticed. I was asoldatessa.
‘Thank you,’ he said, rotating his wrist, clenching andunclenching his fingers. I could tell he was in pain – his face was twisted up and his breathing was ragged.
‘You can’t shoot like that,’ I said. ‘You have to see a doctor. You need to get to Vita.’
He shook his head. ‘My family is here.’
I grabbed him by the shoulders. ‘Don’t be stupid.’
‘I’m not leaving.’
‘You’ll get killed.’ Desperation rose in my voice. ‘Please, Luca. Don’t be stubborn. Not now, not like this.’
He got up, half of him already bloodstained. He offered me his good hand and pulled me to my feet.
‘It’s almost over,’ he said, sliding past me, and striding towards the open patio doors. ‘I need to finish this.’
‘Luca.’ I ran after him. He pulled me against him, around the side of the house, as we tracked the sound of bullets – of shouts and faraway curses, our feet sinking into the snow. I could see Nic at the other end of the garden, standing over a lifeless body. A white shirt, blue jeans – a Marino. A pool of snowy blood halo-ing him. Dom and Gino were further on, moving into a cluster of trees. Two more bodies littered the lawn. I couldn’t make out who they were. We kept moving towards the others, keeping our backs to the wall as we went, the purposeful crunch of our footsteps filling the silence.
Another gunshot pealed through the air, and in the distance, CJ went down. A shout rose up. ‘Jack!’ Luca hissed. I couldn’t see well enough – they were too far away. ‘Stay here,’ he called over his shoulder as he took off running.
A thud from the kitchen startled me out of my pursuit. I turned around, my gun raised. A shadow slipped by the patio doors and around the side of the kitchen, away from view. Ishuffled forward, suddenly conscious of just how alone I was.
The sound of a chair scraping backwards. They could see me through any of the windows. I had no cover, just snow and nothingness. I was a sitting duck out on the patio. I pressed myself against the wall of the house between the window and the door. ‘Who’s there?’ I called over my shoulder. ‘I’m armed. Show yourself!’
‘Sophie?’ I snapped my head forward, my attention splitting in two. Jack was coming around the side of the house. The left side of his shirt was covered in blood.
I pointed my gun at him. ‘Don’t. Move.’
He straightened, just a little, his gun still by his side. ‘You wouldn’t,’ he said, cautious, afraid. Good.
I was not afraid any more.
A fresh surge of adrenalin bolted through me. My cheeks flooded with warmth. I tried to concentrate. I tried to press my finger against the trigger.Come on. Do it. Do it or he’ll kill you.
‘Wouldn’t I?’ I said, as coolly as I could make myself sound.
‘I’m your blood.’
‘You killed my mother,’ I hissed.
His smile was patronizing, his gold filling glinting at me in the frigid sunlight. ‘She was in my way. In fact, she was always in my way.’
‘Any last words before I kill you?’
‘Yeah,’ he said, stepping towards me. ‘I hope we meet in hell.’
I smiled at him. ‘Save me a seat.’
I pulled the trigger.
