Page 89 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

“Sir, we’re getting pushed back into the house,” Leandro reported. “They just blew up the front gate. Fleets of vehicles are coming onto the property. Time to make our stand here from inside.”

I nodded, patting Leandro on the back.

“Listen up,” I called to the room full of men. “Board up the windows. Barricade the doorways. Flip all the tables so we have cover. We need to prepare, and fast. Fire only when you need to. We don’t have unlimited ammo. Give ’em hell, boys. Don’t let any of them walk out of here alive.”

We were outnumbered, outgunned, but any one of the fifty men here was smarter and more cunning than Tony’s army.

“Leo, Dante, we need to keep eyes on the back of the house. Most of them are coming through the front gate, but they’re going to come at us from all angles.” A window exploded open near the back door, and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Like that.”

My brothers and I fired haplessly into the darkness of the night, to keep the attackers at bay.

I shouted louder, over the ringing in my ears, “There’s a stash of bulletproof vests in the living room, in a chest near the fireplace. Take some for yourselves and hand them out to as many people as you can.”

“Si, fratello,” Dante said. He had a look of determination on his face, knowing immediate danger was afoot.

Marco rushed over to the back door, and with his sheer strength, he pulled the sofa over to the door and flipped it over to block people from entering.

“Vivere, brothers. If you don’t come out of this alive, I’ll beat the shit out of you,” I shouted.

“Vivere!” they said in unison, but as the men veered off to their tasks, I grabbed Leandro’s arm.

“Watch the stairs,” I told him. “Fallon’s up there. Don’t let anyone get through. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded, checked his gun, and strode out of the room.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Brute’s number. It wasn’t long before he picked up. Leo tossed me one of the bulletproof vests, and I tried my best to put it on with one hand.

“Dominic, my buddy!” Brute said. “You only call when there’s trouble. Is there trouble?”

“You know me so well.” I chuckled sardonically. “Tony’s decided it’s a good idea to attack the family home. Is there any chance you have a few men to spare? We could use the extra hands.”

“Oh, man. Tony’s such a dickhead,” Brute said. He let out a groan. “I’m more than happy to help, but I’m on the north side with most of my men at the moment. It’ll take a while to get there—so you’ll have to hold them off until then. Can you do that?”

“Of course. Piece of cake,” I lied.

Someone burst through a window that was still being boarded up. I aimed my SIG Sauer toward him and fired two shots.

“Yeah, man. I’ll bring the big guns. Sounds like you need it,” Brute said. “Stay alive, man.”

“Stay alive.”

Our men stationed themselves in small groups at all the entrances. I made my way to the front door, where a table was flipped over, overlooking the front yard. The front door was open so we could attempt to pick them off as the armada stormed toward us. My father was beside me, firing his trusty automatic into the fray.

These high-stakes gambles of life and death were nothing new to me and my family, but the rush was just as intense as the first time I risked my life. I had already taken five men down, but I hadn’t felt a thing. Thrilled by the battle, but no remorse for the ones who hit the ground.

My father ducked behind the table to reload his weapon.

“This is the most alive I’ve felt in years!” he shouted over the racket.

“You’re crazy.” I laughed.

“So are you, my son,” my father said. “You inherited all of my best traits.”

Multiple explosions went off one after the other. Our men retreated back into the building, and someone screamed about the front gates being blown down. The Novas’ men were coming through in fleets of vehicles.

The enemies were steadily moving toward us, too close for comfort. There were too many to stop them, and we were forced to retreat further into the house. Fucking Tony. He was going to pay for this.

Slowly but surely, we were running out of ammunition. I had only a few clips left when we got pushed back further. Swarms erupted through every single entrance possible. They spread through the house like a swarm and scattered like rats. I led my brothers to the back door, where another horde came through.

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