19. EMMA #2
The lights are on, I can see men scattered everywhere, ripping my house apart.
I see at least fifteen, but I don't see Charles.
Ace whispers beside me and my eyes continue to scan, looking through the upper floor window, a silhouette in the room, my eyes lock on to that window.
“Top floor, Ace; that's my father, he always checks closets. He would always rip my closets apart if he thought I was hiding something from him.”
Ace looks up to the window and we both watch, before my gaze falls, scanning around to see if there are any men outside before I whisper.
“I don't see any outside, what's your move, Ace?” I look over to Ace, letting him take the reins from here.
I got the Medallion, this is what he's trained for.
Ace meets my gaze with a questioning look.
“You sure you want to ask me that?” I laugh quietly before I nod and he returns that nod.
He reaches up to his ear piece, before he starts telling his men to start moving in.
As a unit we surround my safe house, before we start making our way into the house quietly, sneaking in on the men inside, our men crawling through windows.
I follow behind Ace through the side door, gun in hand ready to fire, his gun drawn as well, Ryan behind me, watching our backs.
We creep inside and one of my father's men walks around a corner at the same time.
Ace quickly fires a shot, the bullet landing between his eyes, the silencer on his gun keeps from alerting the house.
Ace catches the guard as he goes to fall and quietly lays him on the floor, before meeting my gaze as I give him a playful but sinful smirk. “One down.”
He smiles before his gaze falls, scanning the room. The sound of a struggle comes from the living room. “They know we're here now. I have to get Charles.”
“Emma, wait, he's cornered upstairs.” Ace snaps and I shake my head. “I'm not waiting.” Red is all I see in my vision, the fear of my father getting away over taking me and I bolt.
Staying close to the walls, moving quickly up the stairs, staying out of sight as the commotion downstairs breaks out, furniture breaking, glass breaking, the sounds of struggle, the gun shots, it all rings in my ears but fuels the fire to find my father.
Getting to the door of the room he was last in, I wait, listening for movement.
I open the door slowly, my gun raised, finger over the trigger, my heart is racing in my chest. I try to keep my breathing calm as the door opens and I am met with the end of my father's gun barrel raised and pointed at my head.
My gun is already up, aiming at his head when my eyes lock with his, a sinful smirk playing on my lips, before he says. “I've underestimated you.” The words come out in a whisper but with pure venom. “Yes you have.”
Three of my father's men come out of the shadows, holding their aim on me, but I don't back down. I stare into my father's eyes. All the hate, the pain I endured from this bastard; I'm ready for this, even if I don't make it out of here.
Hearing several footsteps behind me, my eyes darted over, seeing Ace, Ryan, and three of our men step behind me with guns raised.
No one is backing down, a standoff between us all, but my eyes stay strained on my fathers as I grit my teeth and his silence breaks.
“You won't do it. You won't kill anyone, you're too weak.” I cock brow, my words full of a dangerous but playful tone.
“Oh? I think Rocco would feel different about that. I think the question I should be asking is, are you ready to meet the Devil father?”
“You kill me, you're all dead, so make your move.”
With my eyes locked on my fathers, I take a step closer, touching my forehead to the tip of his gun barrel before my words seeth from my lips. “I'll kiss the Devil himself when he opens the doors to welcome me in; I'm not scared to die, are you?”
ACE
My eyes widened with her comment. Don't give up on me now, Baby Girl.
I knew she wasn't okay and as much as I tried to believe her, I couldn't. She has prepared herself to die, to get her father at the cost of her own life and I will not allow it.
I watch her face to face with her father, surrounded by men with guns drawn, not even the least reluctant by it, not a hint of fear in her, her shoulders are back and proud.
But I have to get her out of this situation, but how, I've got guns drawn on me, and mine is strained on Charles, not giving a fuck who is pointing a gun at me. I need my secret weapon.
The metal of my gun gripped tightly in my hand pointed at Charles, ready to just end this right here and now but I wait.
The deafening silence fills the air around us.
Emma hasn't moved a muscle, her blackened eyes piercing Charles’ with the end of his gun barrel pressed against her forehead, challenging Charles to make a move, but he doesn't.
A static noise comes over my ear piece, before I hear the voice of my weapon. “I'm here.” Only communicating with Bear, my weapon, through my right ear. Emma and my men in my left ear. His voice whispers out again. “Blink twice if you're ready.”
I am ready, I am ready to take my girl home and get this fucking over with, so I take in a deep breath, keeping my shoulders heavy and even, not alerting a change, before I blink twice, and wait.
In a matter of seconds a woosh sound, sounds out the same time my arm reaches up, gripping Emma's shoulder, I yank her down to the ground. Charles' hand explodes from my secret weapon, Bear, my snipper, hiding in the woods .
I flip the table beside me up, giving me cover as I throw myself on Emma's body, pinning her under me as the gunshots break out. Charles' men shoot at my men, my men shoot at them, and Emma and I are in the middle of it as the bullets fly over our heads.
“What the fuck!” She snaps and I shoot her a playful wink before my eyes snap up, seeing one of Charles' guards behind the bed, not paying any attention to the clear shot he has on us both, so I take my chance.
I throw my gun up and squeeze the trigger, the bullet hitting where I aim, right between the eyes as he slumps to the floor and the blood pours from his head.
My gaze falls on Charles who is now starting to get up, holding his arm that's now missing a hand, blood sprays from the pressure of his racing pulse, Emma wiggles under me.
“Don't let him get away! Get off me!” I will not let her up, she will stay under me until there are no more shots being fired above our heads, so I take aim on Charles and shoot out both of his knees, making him collapse on the floor.
An agonizing cry barks from his throat and Emma giggles under me as she says.
“Don't kill him now, you'll ruin all my fun.” She laughs and I shake my fucking head.
“You're enjoying this too much, Baby Girl.”
A single shot fires out before the room falls silent again.
My father steps up beside me, before he says. “You're clear.”
I lift myself from Emma's body pinned under me, standing, I reach down for her hand and help her up.
I scan her body for any gun shot wounds, anything, lifting her jacket and she grabs my hand.
“I'm fine.” She pulls my hands from her before she looks at her father who lays on the floor, blood pooling from his body, groaning and moaning in pain, she smiles and walks over to him.
EMMA
I step up to my father, glaring down at him, a sinful grin spreading across my face seeing him in pain.
His right hand, gone, removed at the wrist, jagged, painful edges as the blood seeps from his body.
Blood pooling under his legs from the shots Ace made on him.
My gaze piercing my fathers as I dig my heel into his neck, cutting off his oxygen.
“I'm going to have so much fun paying you back for a fraction of what you did to me, the pain you caused me.” I dig my heel deeper, my lip curling to a snarl when his left hand wraps around my ankle, his words crackling as they whisper from his strangled throat.
“Go on, Kill me!” I laugh, then pull my heel from his throat, ripping his hand away from my ankle, before I squat beside him.
“There's no fun in that. I have plans for you; big plans.” I take the butt of my gun and slam it down against the side of his temple, knocking him unconscious, before I stand and turn towards Ace. “Well that was fun.”
He chuckles, and my eyes snap over when an unfamiliar man steps through the doorway, throwing my gun up.
“No! This is Bear.” Ace says as he throws his hand up.
My eyes scan this tall bulky man, his eyes similar to Ace's, he carries the same cocky smirk Ace carried when he first got back home.
I lower my gun asking. “I guess I have you to thank for that?”
“Guilty.”
“How did you-” My eyes snap over to Ace as his lips hold a sinful smirk. “Nevermind.” I say with a laugh before I ask Ace. “Can we get out of here now?”
“Yes, Baby Girl.”
“Tie my father up, we're taking him with us.” I order as I look at Ace's men before they nod, getting to work.
“Bossy little thing, I like it.” My head tilts, lifting a brow at Bear, then to Ace he shakes his head with his laugh. “Bear, not now.”
A smile plays on my lips as Bear playfully asks. “Are you bossy in the bedroom too? Ace loves that.” Bear elbows Ace in the side, letting out a chuckle as I bark out a laugh with my words. “What the fuck?”
We are sick and twisted fucking people. We just finished this adventurous evening with shootouts, unalived bodies scattered through my house, I could have got shot, ending my life and we are standing here laughing.