Chapter 30 #2
We need to play this smart, and we have to make sure that Gideon doesn’t die in the crossfire. We also don’t have much time if everyone is coming in with guns blazing.
I draw my own firearm and add the silencer and then press my lips to her ear.
“Gideon first, mi amor. Then shoot to kill everyone on the right side of the room. I’ll make sure Gideon stays down.”
As his muscle looks over, he finds that my hands are back on her forearms, keeping her in place. It’s an illusion, though he doesn’t know it.
“Kill her or sell her, sir, but her presence is offensive,” he says. “What if there are more people with her?”
Time to move.
The idiot gets a bullet to the face, and Silva is already sinking her knife into Gideon’s pelvis and twisting it for maximum damage.
It’s smart, she doesn’t have to reach very high, before he falls forward with a groan.
It doesn’t hit anything too vital, but it hurts like a son of a bitch.
Kicking him in the face, I continue to shoot.
Like fish in a goddamn barrel. Yee fucking haw.
The dulled sound of bullets flying feels much quieter than when people were shooting earlier due to the silencers.
No one has a chance to draw, though many of them reach for their weapons.
Silva takes a step to the right to punch what looks to be the accountant as he attempts to run past her.
I told her everyone but Gideon needs to die and I meant it.
Except, when Silva throat punches someone, she does it a little differently than other people.
She uses her knife for a bloody purpose.
The gurgle of the accountant ends with a kill shot from me, and I make sure to stomp on Gideon’s face as he attempts to join the fight by reaching for the weapon in his pocket.
Silva comes over and kicks away the gun, glaring at the scum at our feet.
“I don’t think so,” I say to Gideon, looking around the room. “Silva, will you check the others? Kill shots to the head, baby. Don’t get close enough to check pulses.”
While I tried to shoot my people in the head, as did Silva, sometimes it’s not always a sure thing as people are farther from you. I hear Silva do as I asked by pumping two bullets in each of their heads, while I pull zip ties from my pocket and wrangle Gideon’s wrists behind his back.
Removing his other weapons doesn’t take me long, and then Silva is back at my side. I suppose it's a bit of luck for me that he was too stunned to reach for any of them. Gideon’s face is a mess, but it's still not enough.
It may never be.
“Good?” I ask, looking up at her as I stand.
“Yeah. Don’t touch me yet, okay? I don’t want to be a wimp and cry,” she whispers.
“An adrenaline dump is normal,” I say gently. “I won’t be nice to you yet if you’re not ready, mi amor. Keep being the badass that you are. Pain level?”
“Nothing an aspirin won’t take care of,” she says honestly.
The slap to her face is red, but it’s the punch to her ribs that I’m most concerned about.
“You’re all going to die!” Gideon screams from the floor as I roll my eyes and grind my shoe into his face. I’m not wearing fancy shoes, something no one noticed.
My steel toe combat boots won’t put up with his bullshit, and I stomp on his face until he shuts up, effectively passing out.
Lifting my foot, I see that there are footprints on his skin, and bruises are beginning to develop. That’s not the worst he’ll receive from the Widows soon, and I have no sympathy for him.
“The men in this room are all dead, while we’re not,” Silva says. “It doesn’t sound like we’re the ones in danger.”
“We’re secure here, guys. I need a direction to haul this piece of shit out of here,” I say, knowing the guys will hear me.
“I’m coming,” Sloane says. “I hear he’s a big asshole. I’ll carry him out. It’s a little wild out here. We’re going to take this party to the basement while Gary’s men fight it out.”
“Need anything, Spitfire?” Syrus asks.
“Ah, how far does ‘anything’ go?” she asks, looking murderous.
She has streaks of blood on her face and neck, but I don’t think she’s noticed yet. Silva has shown me that killing people who deserve it doesn’t eat at her conscience at all. She’s the world’s most perfect woman for us.
Exchanging guns with her, I change the magazine out for a full one, and then do the same for myself. I want her to be ready if we run into anything, and that means not running out of bullets.
“It means the solar system is the limit, baby girl,” Syrus says honestly. I can imagine that he sounds a little exasperated, because he’d pull down the sun for her if she asked.
“I want Viv and Beth if they’re alive.”
“Yes,” Lexi growls, her tone showing that she’s perfectly fine. I guess we’re all linked up again.
“We’ll make it happen,” Kyren says. “Over and out, just for you Izzy.”
Smirking, I turn and open the door just as Sloane moves to open it.
“Thanks for the assist. Dead weight is always a bitch to move,” I say cheerfully, stepping back.
“Everyone okay…What’s wrong with you?” he asks, his eyes on Silva as she rubs her ribs.
“There’s a lot wrong with me,” she says with a tight smile. “I’m fine for now.”
Apparently, he knows better than to argue with either of the Davenport twins, and he walks over to hoist Gideon up in a fireman’s carry.
“We’re headed to the basement,” he grunts. “The door is just down the hall for it. Let’s go.”
As you wish. Alphas are always so damn bossy, huh?