“No! Fuck no!” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Here I stood in my blood stained shirt barely covering my ass, my hands sticky from the blood of the collateral damage and my hands quivering as I held my knife out. Circled around the room surrounding the devil and his disciples stood Luca, Freddie and his men all dressed in black and pointing their guns at their targets.
“Hell no.” I shook my head as every man looked in my direction. Luca and Freddie looked both relieved and puzzled by my response.
“You don’t get to do this.” I gritted my teeth feeling anger surge through my body. “You don’t get to show up here and just shoot your way out, not after what I’ve been through, not after what I’ve done.”
I walked further into the room to stand in the middle, “this is mine, my victory. I killed to get out of that death dungeon torture chamber from hell and fought to be able to stand here in this room. This is my win. Mine. Not yours or anyone else’s. I freed me, I made it happen. I’m not gonna let you storm in at the last minute and take all the glory.”
Luca and Freddie turned to look at each other. I noticed Vinnie standing to the left his mouth wide open catching flies.
“Give me a gun.” I snapped at him holding out my hand, “and not that stupid big one you’re holding, something I can actually hold and use.”
He reached back behind him and pulled out a handgun and passed it to me, looking over at Luca as he did as if to say, ‘sorry man but I’m not arguing with this crazy girl’.
I dropped my knife on the beige rug next to where Evan was hunched over with shot glasses balance on his back and another slave was curled up at her owner’s feet like a loyal lap dog. I held the gun in both hands, checking there were bullets in the chamber and that the safety was unlocked.
I looked up into the eyes of the boss as he just stood there with a shit eating grin on his face. He wasn’t fazed by any of this, he knew what sort of world he inhabited and he looked relaxed, at ease with how things were playing out. Around him were over half a dozen feeble excuses for men, most of which had slaves with them; some naked, some dressed in similar barbaric outfits such as mine. It was degrading, perverted and now it was going to be over.
I walked over to him and held the gun up pointing it at his head.
“I told you you’d regret ever meeting me.” I nodded at him. His smile grew wider, more sinister.
“And I told you I’d kill you tonight.” I continued. He had the nerve to actually chuckle at me.
I took one step closer, lowering the gun as Luca and his men cocked their guns ready to fire. Then I leant forward and in a quieter voice said, “but what I didn’t tell you was that I’d blow your cock first.”
I grinned and held the gun firm one hand over the handle and trigger the other securing it underneath and I aimed at his rancid cock and pulled the trigger. The kick back made me jump but I still hit my target in spectacular fashion.
Boss man dropped to the ground howling and cursing me to hell, but I was the one chuckling now.
“That’s for every girl and boy you’ve taken, locked up, abused, raped and killed. You deserve much worse than what I’m about to serve you but you’ll get what you truly deserve when you arrive in hell tonight. Remember when they ask you who sent you it was me. You see I’m not a weak little girl, I’m no one’s fuck toy and I definitely wasn’t made to be anyone’s dirty little fuck.” I said with such conviction I could feel the prickle of shame coming from a certain dark haired mercenary behind me.
I aimed the gun at his head and wit
hout a second thought I shot that evil fucker between the eyes and smiled as he was flung backwards into the wall, his head splattered against the pristine white plaster.
“Lyla, Evan…get up and go…you’re free to leave this shit hole, and the rest of you. If you need anything I’m sure these men here will help you.
I threw the gun at the dead boss’s feet and turned holding my head high and proud.
“Don’t follow me, I’m leaving and I’m in control of where I go. I don’t want to see any of you again. Ever.” With that I pushed past Freddie and Marco and walked out of the door of that villa and out into the cool evening air.
Chapter 33
Luca (Earlier that night)
Our convoy wound down a dirt track, the over grown bushes either side of us made me nauseas. What if Sanchez had given us the wrong address, duped us in some way as a final fuck you. We were minutes away from our final destination and there wasn’t a building in sight, where the hell were they keeping her?
As we rounded a sharp bend a low white building came into focus, partially covered by the trees, bushes and flowers that spiralled up the walls and all around. I breathed a sigh of relief, this had to be the place.
We pulled our vehicles to a halt further down from the building, not wanting to alert the inhabitants inside to our arrival with the sound of our engines. I wanted to go in first, I didn’t care how risky it was I wanted to be the one to save her. I felt like it was my duty, my right after doing her so many wrongs.
A few of my men headed down first to check out the area around the villa style home and gather intel on the doors, windows, escape routes and number of people in there. We needed to know what we were dealing with before we stormed in. We couldn’t go in blind, this was a rescue not a suicide mission.
Once we’d established the layout of the building, I sent men to cover the windows and doors, determined not to let a single mother fucker out of that building. They all needed to pay the price for the fucked up things they’d done. I was going in through the front door to storm the living room where, I’d been informed, the main ‘party’ was happening. I would take Freddie, Marco, Leo, Vinnie and a few other top shooters with me.
“You sure you don’t wanna go and find her while we take out the trash in the living room?” Marco asked, but he knew me better than that.