Chapter 47
Forty-Seven
Enzo
The chaos inside the chamber wrapped around me like an evil spirit.
What these fuckers didn’t understand was that I became an entirely different animal when my adrenaline spiked or when someone I cared about was in danger.
Blood poured down my side when I limped across the floor, praying the bullet had made an exit and wasn’t lodged somewhere inside me. I hadn’t even felt the bullet hit me.
The vice president had managed to land the shot because I was distracted for two seconds when Blair’s father charged at me with a knife.
The two old fuckers were slow and out of shape.
Two other masked men had tried to jump in earlier, both of them now bleeding in the corner. I’d slit Reginald’s throat—because of course he was involved—when his mask fell off, and I’d buried my knife in the other man’s groin.
The other Sons stood to the side wall of the chamber like frightened sheep, unsure whose side to choose. If they picked the wrong one, the consequence would be death.
And while Kevin was an Elder, he was still a risky bet. The idiot had already spent years in prison. If I walked out of this chamber breathing, they knew I’d kill each of them after for helping someone who had hurt my Fawn.
Elder or not, you couldn’t kill someone’s Fawn without permission. It didn’t matter if you thought they were a traitor.
The vice president raised his gun again. I lunged sideways just as the shot fired. Concrete splintered when the bullet collided with it and lodged into the wall behind me.
“Shit!” he screamed, stomping his foot and lowering the gun. “Why don’t you Mafia bastards die?”
I decided that I believed every word Daphne had said about him. He hated and resented the president for allowing us into the Sons.
Bringing us in was the smartest move they’d ever made.
Look at the morons I was dealing with now. The Sons would’ve fallen apart.
Kevin charged me again, his head lowered like a bull ready to attack. I dropped my arm, driving an uppercut into his jaw, and something cracked.
He staggered back, his body swaying, as if the tunnels were suddenly moving beneath us.
A cramp formed in my hand, and when I pulled it back, I found one of his rotten teeth embedded in the skin of my knuckles. I stared at it for half a second before flicking it off and crushing it beneath my shoe.
Before I could make another move, a fist slammed into my jaw from behind. My teeth snapped together when the vice president’s weight crashed onto my back, his arms wrapping around my shoulders like an animal clinging to me.
Kevin wiped blood from his mouth, red streaking his chin as he spat another tooth onto the floor. “She must die!” he screamed.
Rage burned inside me, and my vision turned sideways at my blood loss, but I did my best to control it. I had to.
I roared and grabbed the vice president’s arm before hurling him over my shoulder. His scrawny body slammed into the ground. I drove my foot into his ribs as the gun slipped from his hand.
He scrambled for it, his fingers clawing into the ground, but I kicked it away. The gun slid across the floor. Kevin and I both ran toward it.
Since he was closer, instead of diving for it, I stormed toward him. He dropped to his knees to grab the gun, and I drove mine upward, using the same uppercut motion as I had before.
My knee crashed into his jaw, and I grinned in satisfaction at the loud pop.
Kevin crumpled to the floor, clutching his face, and a strangled noise forced its way past his broken jaw. Blood poured from his mouth, spraying across the ground as he tried to slur out words.
Behind me, the vice president groaned while dragging himself to his feet.
The world swayed again.
My head spun as I grabbed the gun.
My shirt was soaked with blood, the liquid warm and sticky against my skin. But again, I ignored it.
I hunched forward, nearly stumbling, and aimed the gun at the vice president’s head. He froze when I pulled the trigger.
His head snapped back violently, and his body staggered for a moment before he fell backward. I grinned when I heard the crack of his skull connect with the ground.
I popped the gun’s magazine free and checked the remaining rounds. A single bullet.
Standing over Kevin, I stared down at the despicable excuse for a father sprawled across the floor. A coward who had tried to destroy the one person I’d burn this entire society down for.
His mouth hung crooked from his shattered jaw, the teeth he had left red with blood.
“She …” he gasped, choking on the word—or maybe that was his blood. Either way, I didn’t care. “Must …”
“She’ll never die,” I said with ease as I made it a point to look at the other Elders watching from the wall. “All of you motherfuckers will have to go through me first. And spoiler alert: until the fucking day I die, I’ll protect my Fawn over everyone.”
And because I couldn’t stand looking at the face of the man who’d wanted to hurt my precious Fawn, I raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
The final bullet tore through the center of his face.
I admired my work for a moment, wishing I had another bullet to do it again, and then turned around, realizing Blair’s mother was gone.
The hallway became a blur when I ran out of the chamber. My blood trailed like a path behind me. As I rounded the corner, I slammed straight into Emeri.
“Dude, you good?” he asked as we steadied ourselves.
“Blair!” I shouted. “Where’s Blair?”
“Down here!” Blair screamed, and I saw her waving her arms.
Relief punched the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t see the rest of her yet, but hearing her voice was enough to steady the violent storm inside me.
“Give me your gun,” I told Emeri.
He didn’t hesitate before handing over the Glock in his hand. I stalked back into the chamber and emptied the magazine into the remaining Sons. Bodies dropped before they could even run.
There. That handled it.
I released a long breath.
“Let that be a lesson,” I said to the empty room. “Touch my Fawn, and it’ll be the last thing you touch on this earth.”
I eyed the chamber one last time, making sure no bodies were moving, and limped out. The moment I turned the corner, someone else crashed into me.
“Enzo!” Blair gasped as I dragged her tight into my chest.
Her body trembled, and she buried her face against me. Her shoulders shook as she quietly sobbed, and my arms tightened around her, never wanting to let her go.
“You’re safe,” I whispered into her hair. “You’re safe.”
She was my Fawn.
Mine.
And I had no intention of ever letting her go.
Across the corridor, Daphne stood a few feet away, pretending she wasn’t gawking, while Brooks and Emeri slipped past us toward the chamber to take in the aftermath.
I had a lot of explaining to do.
Killing that many Elder Sons wasn’t exactly something you could easily walk away from.
But every life I had taken was worth saving Blair’s.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling back just enough to grip her shoulders and look her over.
I checked her arms, her sides, her legs, searching for any blood or injuries. Just a bruise blooming along her cheek that made me want to go shoot all those fuckers again.
“I’m fine.” She caught my arm as I swayed. “But you’re not.” Her gaze fell to the blood soaking my shirt. “Let’s get you help.”
Daphne yanked her sweater over her head and rushed toward us. She pressed the fabric hard against my bullet wound while the guys moved in, lifting me as we made our way out of the tunnels.
Blair was okay.
I was okay.
At that moment, that was all that mattered.