Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

“No.” he answers and as his men ready their guns I do wonder how the fuck we will make it.

I don’t know where Massimo and the other’s got to but it would have been to the other side of the house because they were heading toward the front.

I’m about to say more but the words fade from my mind when I see Alfonse standing in the corner next to Nickoli.

I look at Alfonse and the sight of him churns my stomach. The fucker doesn’t even look remorseful.

God… trust really is a thing to be careful with. He was the hand that rocked the cradle all this time. The fucking fox in the hen house that had become part of the furniture. This is the result of letting the devil in.

I find my voice.

“You don’t know the power of the D’Agostinos. Then again maybe you do if you’re trying so hard to get rid of us,” I say and it’s clear he doesn’t like that answer.

“Tristan and Dominic, we’re behind you,” Massimo says in the communicator. His voice buzzes in my ear. “On two duck, we’ll clear the path.”

Thank fuck.

“One, two.”

Dominic and I both drop to our knees allowing Massimo and the others to fire a course of bullets taking down a good amount of the men in front of us. the surprise attack got them good.

Massimo and the others pour in and shoot. We’re equally matched in men and the people we have give blow for blow and bullet for bullet in a way that can only come from raw- assed gangster skill of la costar nosa.

I right myself to get in the fight and find Mortimer backing away down the path with blood pouring down his arm. I get up to follow him but there’s one thing I need to do first.

I whip around and catch Alfonse trying to get away with Nickoli. Without any hesitation I fire two bullets. One that gets Alfonse in the back of his head and the other gets Nickoli in the back of his neck. Both drop to the ground. Dead.

I turn back to Mortimer and follow him. Ahead of him there’s a door he’s trying to get to.

I run but two shadow members flank me and I get stuck fighting them. the thing about these guys is that they’re skill to fight and the fight dirty. One throws a punch at me, hitting me in the face. I dodge the next and stab him to the heart.

The other guy has a knife too and he knows how to use it.

The motherfucker comes at me in a flying kick with the knife aimed at my throat.

I know how to use my knife too, and I have two.

I whip the other knife out from the sheath on my left leg, tuck and roll so the he flies right over me, and by the time the fucker rights himself I whip around and plunge both knives into his back. I know one gets his heart because I hear that sucking gurgling sound of blood pooling and flowing the wrong way.

I pull my knives out and continue my pursuit to Mortimer. Damnit he’s at the door and it’s practically on the other side of the room.

Seeing that the only chance I have of getting him is if I shoot him from her, I stop in my tracks and aim my revolver at him. I fire one bullet and it hits his back. he falls to the ground giving me the chance to get to him.

I run up to him and find him crawling in his resilience. Still trying to get away. Fucking worm.

Blood drips from his back and his mouth. He stops trying to move himself when he sees me and looks up at me with that smug expression on his face.

“Mortimer Viggo, I am definitely going to take pleasure in killing your ass,” I say.

“Listen to you talk big.”

“This is retribution for Allyssa and my father. You will die this day for your crimes against my family.”

He’s knocking at deaths door but the man starts to laugh. People like this infuriate me. Fuckers who think death is nothing to them.

“You think this will be over with my death?” he snarls.

“No, I don’t but it will be a good start.”