floor. He ripped the knife from his leg and pounced on his prey, but the fucker managed to yell for help before Rocco drove the blade home in his chest. He stabbed him again and again to make sure he was dead then shoved himself to his feet with a curse as blood poured down his leg from the wound he’d gained.
“Motherfucker,” he snarled, pressing a hand to the injury as I hurried to his side.
Rocco raised his pistol and aimed it at the door as I ripped his jeans open to get a better look at what we were dealing with.
“Do you think anyone heard that stronzo?” Rocco hissed, scowling at the doorway as he kept his gun aimed at it. Knowing him he was probably more pissed about the fact that the game might be up than the hole that had just been punched into his flesh.
“This isn’t too bad,” I announced, tugging my belt off and wrapping it around his thigh above the wound, cinching it tight to stem the blood loss.
“The guy got off easy for stabbing me like that,” he muttered irritably.
There was no sound from beyond the door which led back outside and no sign of anyone coming to investigate the shout, so it was looking like we’d gotten away with that. We’d have to be more careful as we moved onto the upper deck though.
Rocco lowered his gun as I stood and took aim at the door with my own then pulled a syringe from his pocket. He tugged the cap off of the needle with his teeth then stabbed it into his arm with a wild grin at me as he spat the cap back out again.
“Was that the morphine you brought for Nicoli?” I asked with a frown.
“I brought extras, stronzo,” he replied rolling his eyes. “I’m not dumb enough to think we could take on a boat full of cartel assholes and come out unscathed. The only pain I wanna be feeling tonight is that of my enemies.”
I snorted a laugh to dispel any lingering concerns for him which might distract me and took the lead as we headed to the door and back out onto the narrow strip of deck that ringed the boat. The night was dark but the sky clear so that a scattering of stars and a crescent moon brightened the sky overhead and gilded the waves with silver caps.
My breath rose before me as I held my pistol ready and inched towards the corner ahead of us at the bow where the stairs led up to the top deck. Hernandez was waiting for us somewhere up there, even though he hadn’t figured it out yet.
I was willing to bet this was where our luck ran out though. At the top of the stairs we were about to climb was a huge area of open deck and I was guessing there would be too many men up there for us to take out quietly. But we’d done damn well to get this far without raising the alarm of everyone onboard so I was ready to face the rush of a full on shoot out if that was what it took to get this done.
I peeked around the corner cautiously and let out a breath of relief as I spotted Enzo rounding the corner from his side of the vessel.
“All clear?” I asked him, glancing at the blood which drenched his right arm and wondering if he was injured too.
“Don’t worry about that, it’s not mine,” he said with a dark grin just as Nicoli followed him around the corner and Rocco moved to stand at my side. The Romero brothers united as we should be.
“You’re hit,” Enzo growled, pointing at the blood which still oozed from Rocco’s wounded leg and he grunted dismissively.
“This little scratch? Please, I’ve given myself worse from shaving my balls.” Rocco smirked like a cocky asshole and I explained for him because we all knew he wouldn’t admit it if he was half dead anyway.
“It’s not that bad,” I reassured the others, glancing up at the curving staircase before us. “He’ll be fine once we can kill the rest of these stronzos and patch him up.”
“Good. So what’s the plan?” Enzo asked and we all looked at Nicoli.
“Kill them all,” he grunted. “And clear a path for me to get to my girl.”
We all nodded, exchanging looks with each other just in case this was the last moment that we all spent