Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Jesus,” I whisper while shaking my head.
“It’s a fucking miracle someone hasn’t killed your father yet,” Enzo growls.
I know.
Letting out a sigh, my fingers clench around the handle of my gun as I take a step forward so I can try to talk some sense into my father.
Suddenly, bullets slam into Dad’s bulletproof vest, sending his body falling backward. I can’t even manage a scream while I dart forward, intense worry gripping my heart.
Gunfire erupts as I drop down to my knees beside Dad, and as I press my fingers to his neck to feel for his pulse, Leo stops beside me, saying, “The bullets hit his vest. He’s just out cold.”
Because I’m inexperienced, I’m unable to find Dad’s pulse, but I do notice his chest rising and falling. I let out another sigh as I slowly push myself up on my feet.
At this rate, Dad will get himself killed in no time.
I glance between Enzo and Leo, who are walking toward the office where the gunfire has stopped, and realizing I have to avenge my father being shot at, my stomach fills with lead.
I’ve never killed anyone before.
Seems my luck has run out.
My legs feel heavy, and my palms are sweaty as I head toward the office. I hear Pavlov say, “You can’t beat the bratva. We’ll just keep coming.”
As Santiago, Leo, and Enzo enter the office, Santiago mutters, “And we’ll keep beating your asses.”
My stomach is a tight ball of anxiety and fear, and my heart hammers against my ribs.
If I don’t kill the Russian, everyone will think I’m weak. I have to do it.
Stepping into the office, I notice a body to my right as I train my gun on Pavlov who’s missing fingers. The bloody sight makes my stomach roll.
God. Don’t puke in front of the men.
Mustering all my courage, I focus on Pavlov, but before I have to force myself to take the shot, Dominik growls, “This kill isn’t yours.”
Oh, thank God!
Intense relief pours through me, but having to keep up the act, I hiss, “He shot at my father.”
“Who’s just out cold,” Leo reminds me. “You need to fucking calm him down, or he’ll get us all killed.”
Moving closer to Dominik, Santiago asks, “Mind if we play a quick game?” Still gripping my gun tightly, I watch as Santiago pulls a stack of black cards from his pocket. “Whichever card I pull is the way we kill the fucker.”
Seriously?
I stare at Santiago, not sure if he’s insane or just playful by nature.
“Really?” Looking annoyed, Dominik mutters. “You want to do this now?”
Santiago shrugs, a grin tugging at his mouth. “I’m a believer in letting fate decide what happens.”
Oh. I actually like the sound of that.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Dominik agrees with a nod. “Get it over with.”
Santiago shuffles the cards and grins at Pavlov. “Do you feel lucky?”
Pavlov only glares at the men, not even sparing me a second of his attention.
Santiago pulls one of the cards from the stack then chuckles. “Oooh, good one.” I catch a glimpse of the black and gold tarot card and read the words ‘The Devil’ engraved at the bottom. “I get to decide. I choose…” Santiago pulls a knife from the holster on his hip, “for you to slit his throat. I feel it’s only right that he dies by his own signature move.”
“I’m going to take a walk through the factory to make sure we didn’t miss anyone,” Enzo mutters.
“I’ll have your back,” Leo tells him.
As they leave, Dominik grabs the knife from Santiago and shoves his gun back into the holster.
My fingers tighten around my weapon as I keep the barrel trained on Pavlov to show Dominik I have his back while praying I won’t have to kill anyone today.
Pavlov lifts his chin and looks Dominik dead in the eyes. “I’ll see you in hell, Varga.”
Dominik’s hand moves fast, and when he slits Pavlov’s throat open, my eyes widen and my body jerks from the gruesome sight.
Pavlov coughs and drops of his blood spray over Dominik’s neck and bulletproof vest.
Oh God.
My stomach rolls at the sight, and I can’t stop my hands from trembling.
Suck it up!
Pavlov sinks down to the floor and it has Dominik grinning. “That’s right, kneel.”
I take in everything about the gruesome situation, thinking I’ll have to become tough and brutal like these men to survive as the head of the Greek mafia.
I have to be merciless.
I lower my arm that’s holding the gun and lift my chin. Walking closer to the man who shot at my father, I will a ruthless expression to my face before I spit at the dying man.
Pavlov lets out a sickening gargle that has my stomach rolling with queasy waves, and I quickly spin around and hurry out of the office.
Seeing my father climbing to his feet, I walk toward him. Just as I’m about to let him have a piece of my mind about the reckless stunt he pulled earlier, Enzo shouts, “Run! Fucking hell! Everyone out!”