Page 73 of Deviant Knight

Reaching down, I pull the satchel Dom made me carry into my lap. It holds the gun I snatched from Killian that I used to kill him. Before we left my father’s former residence, Domenico said it was mine. It could be a trophy or a reminder that no one steals what is rightfully yours.

Folding the flap open, I remove the weapon.

“You have sins to answer for, my girl,” he continues, speaking to me.

“You deaf, asshole?” Sasha asks, and from where I’m sitting, I can see Sienna looking for an opening to take a shot. “She isn’t going anywhere, but you’re welcome to try to take her.”

Shots pop off, one right after another, hitting the metal parts of our vehicle but I don’t know if it’s coming from the front or the back.

Climbing over the back of the seat, the dogs are whining and scratching at the rear door to be let out as I crouch down between them.

I must be dumb to join these animals in the back when they obviously want to maul something. Hopefully, it’s not me.

There is a spare tire that takes up a lot of the rear glass, but from what I can see out of it, there is one black SUV and black sedan parked behind us.

Two men, one whom I don’t know and the other Owen Donovan, the police commissioner, each have rifles or big guns aimed at us. Liam stands behind them, mostly shielded by the open back door of the sedan.

A shot is fired and my eyes snap to the man beside Owen. He goes down and if I had to make an educated guess, I’d say Sienna took him out.

That causes Owen the duck while his brother is issuing orders that I can’t decipher other than his aged face turning a bright red as he allows his anger to multiply.

The police commissioner redirects his aim away from Sasha’s side to point toward Sienna’s.

I decide in a split second what I’m going to do. Reaching in front of me, I pull on the door handle, opening it. The momentum of the eager canines swings it outward. The dogs leap out, so I take that opportunity to lift the weapon and aim it at Owen rather than Liam.

Pulling the trigger slow and precise, it goes off, the kick almost knocking me onto my butt. I don’t know if it was me or some defined force, but I hit the target somewhere on his body.

I don’t give myself a moment to think about what I’ve done, I press my knees to the floor, straighten my shoulders and lean forward a little as I raise the gun higher.

I pull the trigger a second time, but ringing in my ears begins and the intensity grows. I drop my arms and relax my body until my left butt cheek settles to the side of my left ankle.

The dogs continue to bark, but otherwise, all is quiet for a heartbeat. Then the squeal of tires sounds somewhere behind me.

Seconds pass.

Maybe minutes.

Eventually, Sienna and Sasha come into view as they slowly step around the SUV, craning their necks to peek inside. They stare at me for what feels like ages, then look at each other before pivoting and walking to where bodies lay on the ground in the alleyway.

The guy Sienna shot is lying on his back, his white shirt stained crimson across his chest.

Owen is face down with his head to the side and his arms stretched out.

I don’t know about Liam, the man I used to call uncle despite not actually being related by blood.

Unfolding my legs, I scoot to the edge and hop to the ground. I follow behind Sienna and Sasha until one of them closes the door my uncle had been standing behind.

There is a hole between his eyes as a bit of blood seeps out.

“How?” Sasha finally speaks. “You had one motherfucking target practice.” Her arm lifts with the hand still gripping her weapon and motions between her and Sienna. “We’ve been shooting since we were kids. How the hell did you do that?”

“Guess she’s better gifted than you are,” Sienna answers for me.

“You couldn’t have at least let me have one of them?” Sasha’s eyes narrow on me, but it’s short-lived when rustling turns our heads.

Owen groans and tries to push up with his hands but falls back down.

Before I can say anything, another shot goes off, making me jump and my feet come off the ground.

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