Dante
The lights flicker, and I duck, hearing the whizz of bullets zooming through the air. “Fuck, Alex!” I shout, pulling him up from the floor and under a nearby table for cover. “Are you hit?”
“No, you?”
“No.” I look back over to find Luna, but she’s gone. “Fuck, she’s gone, Alex!” I turn frantically back to him.
“Go! Fuck the plan, I’m fine! Find Luna!”
With his blessing, I don’t wait another second.
I push up from the floor, crouching behind tables, making my way through piled bloody bodies as more shots ring out, and I take cover.
A dead body lay at my feet, and their face looked familiar—a Constanza brother, the one who stood behind Johnny that day in the casino.
One less brother I have to find.
The gunfire ceases, and I take my chance to make a run for it. I run as fast as I can out of the tent and into the nearby treeline to take cover. I hear a faint scream as I crash into the bush.
Luna—but where did it come from?
Silence.
I have to move now, or I’ll lose her. She’s stuck on this Island unless she’s on a boat. The thought fills me with dread, but no, no, she’s here still. I feel her. I know my angel is still here, and I will find her.
I push up from the bush and head where my intuition tells me.
I have none of my usual gear to help me, no phone to track her, no camera to follow; it’s primal, and it’s raw.
And once I get my hands around Greg’s neck, I will make him suffer for everything he’s done to her.
I will make him feel every bit of hurt she has, and so much more.
I might rent a warehouse out and hire a shady doctor to keep this fucker alive purely so I can have my way with him, as many times as his pathetic body will allow before giving out.
His fear will be delicious.
I don’t want his fear. I want his life.