he roars.
I’m the closest to the fucking limo. I take off running firing my gun as the driver tries to maneuver the massive car. It isn’t working in his favor. I fire a round through the front windshield and watch the blood splatter onto the window.
I duck down low next to the car. I’m ready for whatever comes my way. I inch across the ground toward one of the back doors only to see it fly open. I fire low and hit the asshole in the leg. He falls to the ground and I fire again. He’s gone. I wait to see if anyone else is going to get out of the car, and when no one does I move. It’s a risk. I don’t know who the hell is in there. I don’t know if Alvaro even showed up. As I creep closer I can hear the cough. Standing upright I step to the door with my gun aimed and ready. I see two men dead on the floor of the limo and Alvaro bleeding, I grin. Shots are being fired in the distance making it sound like a war zone, but I zero in on Alvaro.
“Did you miss me?” I ask as I climb into the back of the limo. I kick the body in front of me over and drop into the seat across from him as I watch him holding his chest.
“What the hell are you doing Mason?” he screams.
“Takin’ out the fuckin’ trash? Fixin’ what was broken? I don’t really know honestly,” I say with a grin on my face.
“How does it feel?” he asks with a sick grin crossing his face.
“What are you talkin’ about?”
“Having her after me. How does it feel to know that I was already in there? Leaking my seed into that sweet little pussy. She was so fucking tight.”
Anger races through me, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing it. “She was a kid you sick fucker. You ruined her.” My jaw clenches with the need to shove my fist down his throat becoming almost overwhelming.
“I did, didn’t I? And you still took my leftovers,” he laughs. My whole body tenses up. “And how did you like the job I did at the bar? I warned her you know? I told her I’d come back for her,” he chuckles darkly.
“You shot up the bar? You killed all those innocent people?” I roar.
“No one is innocent Mason. You know that as well as I do. What is it you’re thinking you are going to accomplish here? You won’t dare kill me. Armando will kill you and your little club,” he says while waving his bloody hand through the air.
“Yeah, that’s where you’re wrong. Armando is inside waitin’ to see your dead corpse,” I chuckle. His eyes meet mine. Is that fear?
“Lies.”
“Maybe, but you won’t be alive long enough to find out.” Aiming my gun at his head he laughs again.
“You can’t save her. I see that look in your eyes. I fucking ruined her. There’s nothing you can do to change that.”
I swallow hard knowing that he might be right, but I have to try anyway. I need her more than she knows.
“Killin’ you will still make me feel better.” I pull the trigger and watch as his head explodes from the impact. I lean back in my seat and let out a slow breath.
“Mason!” I hear Viking yelling my name.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I call back to him. I can hear his boots crushing the rock as he moves toward the door. He sticks his head in and smiles.
“Nice.” I nod once and shift in my seat.
“We got a new problem.”
“What the fuck now?”
“Where’s your ear piece?”
Looking around I must have dropped it at some point. Viking passes me his and as I stick it in my ear he keeps his eyes on me. His smile has faded and when I hear those words my heart fades too.
“All units. Attention all units. We have a jumper on the 10th street bridge. I repeat, we have a jumper on the 10th street bridge.”
Chapter 32
Whitley
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive in my life. Watching the cars as they race under the bridge oblivious to the fact that someone is standing on top of it. They have no idea. Life. What does it mean? Does anyone truly know?
I thought I knew once before. I thought that I could use my body and sex to combat what I felt inside. It