Page 76 of Until Retribution Burns (Beauty in Lies 3)
Eventually, Dima would learn the truth. But Isa would be out of Chicago by then.
“You can have her back when you give me my fucking brother!” He continued dragging her dead weight, yelling curses at her as he thought she refused to cooperate. My men returned fire after he tossed her into one of the vehicles closest to the gate, climbing in and escaping with the prize he’d thought he caught and the few men he valued the most.
But his brother would soon be dead, and he’d stolen the wrong sister.
I didn’t give the first shit if Odina died, and in time Isa would come to understand I’d done only what I had to do.
With the deception achieved and Isa safely tucked away, my men and I returned fire with new vigor at the remaining men Dima left behind. The sound of gunshots filled the night with constant noise, the bangs reverberating through the air driving me to a place of peace that only came when I sent my enemies exactly where they belonged.
I drew in a deep breath, sinking into that place where fear didn’t exist. Only death and destruction mattered when the world narrowed down to war. Shifting gears from the husband who wanted to do everything to make sure his wife was safe, I embraced the devil who killed everything that stood in his way. The fact that it took effort spoke to just how much Isa had already changed me when we hadn’t been paying attention.
Love was weakness, but it was one I would happily embrace to have her in my life.
My lungs filled with air, and I moved on my exhale. Standing fully and moving in the direction of the men who closed ranks in an attempt to finish off my men, I didn’t wait for the insurgence of my men coming from around the rest of the property.
I moved with quick, methodical steps. Veering sideways, never following a steady trajectory.
Head shot.
And the man closest to be dropped as blood sprayed out of his forehead. The air shifted to my right, the coming sense of malevolent energy warning me of the impending danger.
Throat shot.
He froze in place, his gun dropping as his hand raised to touch the wound in his throat as blood pumped out of the carotid.
Chest shot.
I sank into the melody of gunfire and the almost rhythmic rolling of two fingers on the trigger, finding beauty in the music of it as death filled the air around me. Gabriel emerged from the side yard with the rest of the men after telling them that protecting the house no longer mattered.
No one would gain access to the underground bunker, and most didn’t even know it existed. I moved further down the driveway, picking off the stragglers who were wounded and putting them out of their misery with a shot to the head.
Blood and brain matter covered the once pristine pavers lining the drive, leaving a trail of my rivals as I slowly made my way to check on Joaquin and to the gate and still burning car to seek the answers Isa would need from the body inside. My men moved past me, closing in on Dima’s men who thought to try to escape the fate waiting for all of them. They should know better.
Death came for all who fucked withEl Diablo.
