eye of the storm to get to my savage girl. Whatever the fuck was happening behind that door, it couldn’t wait and I wouldn’t leave her to suffer without me for even another moment.
Enzo grabbed my shoulder as he yanked me back down out of the way. He was breathing heavily, blood smeared across his cheek which I was pretty confident didn’t belong to him and a look in his eyes that said he lived for this.
“Are you crazy, stronzo?” he snapped at me. “If you go up there before we take them all out then you’ll die.”
“I’m going with your approval or not,” I snarled fiercely, wrenching my arm out of his grip as I prepared to run. “Some things in life are worth risking death for.”
Two more hands grabbed me as Frankie and Rocco pulled me back too, leaving the deck quiet for a moment as the remaining members of the cartel waited to see what was happening.
“I told you it would come to this,” Enzo said, his words for the others as his eyes lit with excitement and he shoved a hand into his pocket.
“Crazy motherfucker,” Frankie growled, shaking his head before peeking up over the top of the staircase again and firing off a few more shots. The returning gunfire was loud enough to make my brain rattle and he quickly ducked back down. “Although at this point I’m unsure what other choice we have. Aim to the left of the deck, there’s more of them there.”
“Maybe you should let me do it, fratello,” Rocco said with a wild look in his eyes that I was learning only ever spelled trouble, his grip on me remaining tight enough to stop me from leaping up onto the deck like I aimed to.
“Do what?” I snarled, yanking my arm out of his grip just as Enzo waved a grenade in front of my eyes.
“Have faith, fratello, I’m more than just a pretty face,” he said as he pulled the pin.
My lips parted on a protest but he’d already thrown it, a moment of aching silence following as the gunfire ceased once more and Frankie yanked me down forcefully.
We ducked into the cover offered by the staircase, huddling together and covering our ears just as a cry of alarm came from one of the cartel followed by a deafening boom which rocked the entire yacht.
My stomach swooped at the violent motion of the vessel on the water but I ignored it, pushing myself upright and racing up the stairs to the top deck with my brothers at my side.
To the left of the deck, a huge hole had been blasted into the luxurious boat and blood speckled every surface that hadn’t been destroyed. Debris was still falling from the sky, chunks of wood and metal railings crashing into the sea while pieces of the hand-stitched upholstery from the seating areas fluttered down more slowly behind them.
My gaze didn’t linger there as I focused on the space to my right where the last of Hernandez’s men were huddled behind whatever they could find to take cover.
I ran forward, taking aim at the first man to stick his head out of his hiding place and putting a bullet between his eyes as my brothers charged into the fight with cries of challenge and excitement. Rocco howled like a wolf as he opened fire on the cartel and I left them to it as I raced on towards the covered space at the back of the deck and the door which led into the master suite.
Winter was screaming again, but she sounded more furious than terrified now and my heart swelled at the sound of my savage girl fighting her own fight.
I threw the door open and raced through an opulent living area to the door beyond which I had to kick open to get through.
There was so much blood painting the room red that for a moment my heart leapt and tightened with fear. But then I saw them, fighting on the bed like a pitbull and a wildcat which should have been a fight that could only go one way. But my little wildcat had the heart of a lion and the fury of a woman made to bleed for no crime.
She hadn’t even slowed her attack at the sound of me kicking the door open and with her back to me, she had no way of knowing it was me who’d come for her and not one of Ramon’s