Page 97 of Twisted Obsession

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“What the fuck?” Came my voiceless question. Sorio? What was up with motherfuckers coming back from the dead?

Sorio stood behind Regina, along with four others who’d gathered in the break room, two on either side of them. The men had their weapons drawn and aimed at my head.

I couldn’t care less about the weapons aimed at me, but the one aimed at Regina’s head by a man that my cousin had killed nearly a month ago was another story. That slimy bastard either had a twin or had hired a look-alike decoy.

The threats of imminent death didn’t stop me from aiming my gun at Sorio’s head. If not for the fact that he had his hand around Regina’s neck with the firm press of his gun to the side of her head, he’d already be dead.

Sound eluded my ears as I counted the seconds. Each second gave me an opportunity to access the group’s every move. Two of the men had too much finger on the trigger. Their first shots would probably miss me. One hadn’t even chambered a round. One looked too scared to even pull the trigger. Sorio was the only threat I considered.

Although it took seconds to assess the situation, the charged atmosphere made it feel like hours. Since I was wearing body armor, my chances of surviving was a hell of a lot better than any of theirs.

My military training had ensured that I was a good shot, and I’d never been hesitant to shoot. I’d never given a second thought to playing Russian roulette with my life, but I wasn’t willing to risk Regina’s. An inch could mean her death. A rash decision to kill Sorio could also lead his men to focus on Regina instead of me.

“Can you count? You’re outnumbered five to one,” one of the men shouted.

Not anymore.

My peripheral caught a glimpse of Aaron making his approach, crawling towards me. I stood in the doorway to the outside of the break room. D came into view in the distance, making his way down the hallway.

Aaron noticed my stance and knew to stay hidden. He crawled to the edge of the doorway where I was standing and used the face of his watch to get a snapshot of what I aimed at. The air around me froze, and the slightest movements caught my eyes. My anxious finger sat against the trigger as my gaze studied every aspect of the scene before me.

Sorio sneered at me and sniffed at Regina’s hair. “You’re going to be scooping this bitch’s brains up off this floor,” he stated matter-of-factly. He was too arrogant to allow his men to shoot me right away. He wanted me to see Regina suffer or die first. It would be his fatal fucking mistake.

At the sight of Regina’s face, my anger boiled lava hot, threatened to spill over and turn everything to ash. The puffy dark pink area of her right cheek and drops of blood at the corner of her mouth revealed that she had been smacked. The obvious sign of a footprint stood out on the side of the yellow shirt—my T-shirt—that she wore.

The smirk on Sorio’s face heightened my irritation, causing my rage to explode inside of me as I fought to contain it. My death-filled gaze crept up from Regina and met his.

“You’re going to pray for mercy and call on the devil for help by the time I’m done with you,” I promised him. My voice dripped with enough murderous intent to lift his eyebrows.

When a red dot flashed on Sorio’s forehead, I almost smiled, despite the fury rolling through me. When a second dot appeared on the head of one of the four aiming at me, a smile surfaced, drenched in sin. These bastards had no idea how deep in hell they already were.

Aaron and D weren’t going to shoot unless I gave them the word. However, if Sorio’s finger flexed on his trigger, none of us would hesitate to blow his brains out.

“What the fuck are you smiling at? I’m going to kill your little slut,” he taunted as his tongue licked up the side of her cheek. “She’s a hard-headed bitch that doesn’t know how to listen. But, I’ve taught her all kinds of lessons.” His gun slid up and down the side of Regina’s head.

“Sorio, all you have to do is say the word,” the man closest to him and Regina, spat.

I glared into the man’s eyes and tilted my head once in his direction. The faint, Tap! Tap! of D’s gun sounded from wherever he’d posted up. The boldest of Sorio’s bunch lost his brains and a piece of his heart as his limp body followed the bloody pieces to the floor.

Six.

Another was foolish enough to tighten his grip on the weapon as the others were smart enough to drop theirs and raise their hands in surrender. They’d acknowledged how knee-deep in shit they were.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Sorio questioned as he tightened his grip on Regina and yelled at his gutless men.

He’d been so busy talking shit that he’d missed the fact that my backup had arrived.

“There’s a red dot in my chest,” one of the men confirmed in Spanish. “Me too,” trembled from the other’s lips. The last one aiming a gun at me glanced down in time to notice that either D or Aaron had put a dot in his chest. His weapon hit the floor with a loud clink as he raised his hands in defeat.

Sorio’s anger surged as his pointed gaze raked over his surrendering men. The annoying sound of his voice was ignored as he cursed the men, threatening to kill them, like he had a chance in hell of living.

My gaze locked with Regina, but my eye spotted what Sorio had failed to see in her for years. I didn’t see innocent Regina. It was my fucking badass Gina staring back at me. Not one tear stood in her eyes. Even with a gun aimed at her head, her worse nightmare at her back, and her body tensed in fear, the light in her gaze sparked when our eyes met.

One wrong move, any small twitch of Sorio’s hand could end her. I scanned everything in the break room, checking for a way to get Regina away from that asshole without her getting hurt.

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