Page 120 of Dirty Mafia Torment
Renzo can’t save me.
If Settemo gets me in that vehicle, I’ll disappear.
Forever.
I claw at the dirt, screaming as rocks shred my palms. My knees knock against the ground, pain spiking with every inch.
He halts, moves to my side to glare at me. “You fucking around on me? Who did you wear that slutty lingerie for?”
Freaking psycho.
He grabs my hair and sends my head into the pavement. As the sun dims and my world spirals, I’m rolled onto my back. Helpless to do anything but survive and pray for a miracle.
Time and time again, it’s proven that I have a funny relationship with God.
I hear my salvation before it strikes.
“Cakooo.”
A battle cry from off to the right.
The feathered nuisance is charging straight at us.
Neck extended, wings flapping violently, he barrels across the yard like a demon possessed. Without slowing, he leaps, talons first, and slams into Settemo’s face, spearing him in theeye.
The bastard howls in pain, clutching his eye, stumbling back. Blood trickles between his fingers.
I wiggle free from the latex, curl my legs and kick him as hard as I can.
It isn’t enough.
He turns, focus back on me, fury twisting his features. But then suddenly freezes.
His gaze shifts to behind me. Something terrifies him.
And then he’s running …away.
He’s halfway to the waiting white van when a shadow passes me.
Renzo.
Free. Wild-eyed.
Gun raised.
What the hell?
“You’re fucking dead, motherfucker!” he bellows.
The crack of bullets pierces the air. Glass shatters. The van swerves.
Dirt erupts as Renzo fires at the tires.
The van accelerates in reverse, engine roaring, but Renzo doesn’t stop. He takes off after it, relentless.
“Wait!” I scream, clambering to my feet, shaking off the latex completely. “Stop!”
He doesn’t hear me. Or he doesn’t care.
