Val signals to Roni to head for the back of the restaurant. Stunned men begin to pull guns and fire back. I frown, hoping the music is enough to muffle the action in here, but not banking on it, I follow Roni and Val to cover them once they make it out back.
Uri is right beside me, probably thinking the same thing. I don’t have time to marvel at Roni and Val in their stilts as they drop bodies left and right. We wanted to make a scene; we’re making it.
Roni
The closer I get to the back of the restaurant the more my rage builds. The answers to everything are back there. My revenge, my freedom… yeah, my freedom. I hadn’t realized that I’ve been looking over my shoulder until I watched Natasha—or should I say Indigo, don’t ask long story—do it for months.
That stops. I won’t be free until I set a blaze to my past. I fire, wanting each bullet to release the tightening in my chest, but it never comes. Every bullet carries more fury with it. I reload and keep moving.
“You should have just let me torch this motherfucker, none of these fucks deserve to live,” Brax says through the earpiece.
I bare my teeth. That’s when something in my gut calls my attention to the right side of the room. Once again, like the day on that roof, time slows. Water from the sprinklers has been triggered leaving us all to get soaked beneath them.
When I turn toward the feeling pulling me, my ponytail whips with the action, sending water across my vision. On instinct, I move both arms in the direction I’m now facing—one across my front, bent as if I’m pulling a bowstring. A second later, my target comes into view.
“Bingo, motherfuckers,” I murmur as both Richie and Darius stand staring at me. “I bet you didn’t get what you wanted this time.”
Shocked expressions mixed with recognition cover each of their faces. However, it’s Richie that acts fast to pull a gun. He never gets the chance to fire. I send a bullet through both of their skulls. The satisfaction from their bodies dropping at the same time sends a roar from my chest as my knees almost buckle.
It’s like I’m giving a praise dance, with my hands clenching my pistols in front of me in triumph as I release another scream. Val spins to wrap around me and fires at someone behind me. I’m shaking as I look up at her through my lashes.
“We’re not done. Pull it together,” she growls. “They’re not who you’re here for.”
Her words sink in and confusion keeps me frozen for a second. It’s clear she knows a lot more than she’s told me. I quickly snap out of it as John shields us both with his body and fires as three guys came out of nowhere.
“Channel it, use it, La rabbia della morte,” Val says.
I brush one hand under my nose and nod. John turns his gaze on me. I reassure him with my eyes I’m fine. Not wanting to see the worry in his eyes, I’m in motion for the back door again.
“I have a party of ten at our final destination. They’re in the back building. It’s the brick structure. When you step outside, make a right and you’re going to find two guards as soon as the building comes into view,” Felix says. “That leaves you eight inside.”
I nod to Val as we head for the back exit. With a swiftness that speaks of my hours of training and preparation for this, I drop both empty clips and reload again. Once we’re all clear, we step out of the exit, Uri and John are right on us. I follow the path Felix has laid out.
First thing I notice is that the doors to the building sit partially open. If we fire now, those inside may see the two guards fall. We all take cover, Uri signals for Val to follow him and for me and John to wait.
We nod and watch as they circle the building. “John get the one closet to you to start in your direction,” Uri’s voice comes through the com.
“Got it,” John replies.
John pulls something from his pocket and tosses. The sound vibrating through the night. I tuck my guns away and pull a blade from my thigh. We wait for the guard to get to us.
When he’s right up on us and out of the view of the entrance,