Chapter 2 #3
Taking a deep, stabilizing breath of the smoke-filled air, Luca spun rapidly out from behind the marble pillar.
He did not hesitate for a fraction of a second.
Raising his Sig Sauer, he smoothly fired two rapid, suppressed shots directly into the face of the lead operative with the serpent tattoo.
The man’s head snapped violently backward in a heavy spray of crimson blood before his lifeless body collapsed hard onto the burning front steps.
The remaining four syndicate killers instantly scrambled for cover, shouting frantic commands in rapid, aggressive Italian.
Zara stepped fluidly out from cover right beside him, exposing her position to draw their immediate fire.
Her tactical brilliance was genuinely awe-inspiring.
Dropping heavily to one knee, she aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger of her Glock.
Her bullet punched through the throat of the second operative just as the man raised his heavy rifle to target Luca.
Heavy suppressing fire chewed up the marble floor right at their boots, sending razor-sharp stone fragments flying through the hazy air.
Luca charged directly down the grand staircase, fully embracing the chaotic madness of the burning estate.
Moving with terrifying, predatory speed, he aggressively closed the distance on the nearest shooter.
The syndicate killer wildly swung his rifle around, but Luca was infinitely faster.
He aggressively slapped the barrel of the weapon aside, stepping smoothly into the man’s guard to drive his combat knife directly upward through the soft tissue just beneath the jawline.
Hot, thick blood sprayed heavily across Luca’s tattooed forearm as he violently twisted the blade, instantly severing the man’s brain stem.
Behind him, the rhythmic, steady cracking of Zara’s weapon continuously provided perfectly timed covering fire.
She moved like a phantom through the thick smoke, aggressively flanking the final two operatives.
When one of the heavily armed men attempted to blind-fire a heavy burst around a ruined fountain, she ruthlessly shot him through the kneecap.
As the screaming man dropped heavily to the cobblestones, she calmly placed a single bullet perfectly between his terrified eyes.
The final syndicate killer immediately panicked, dropping his rifle to sprint desperately toward the dark, heavily wooded tree line of the surrounding swamp.
Raising his heavy pistol, Luca calmly aligned his iron sights precisely on the center of the fleeing man’s back. He exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger. The heavy caliber bullet shattered the operative’s spine, dropping him face-first into the thick, wet mud of the Louisiana bayou.
An eerie, heavy silence finally descended over the ruined courtyard, broken only by the loud crackling of the massive fire actively consuming the plantation house behind them.
Lowering his weapon, Luca slowly turned to face Zara.
She stood confidently amidst the heavily bleeding corpses, her dark skin coated in a thick layer of ash and sweat, her chest heaving heavily beneath her tight Kevlar vest. She looked utterly spectacular, a perfectly lethal goddess of absolute destruction.
She carefully ejected her spent magazine, sliding a fully loaded clip perfectly into the grip of her weapon with a satisfying metallic click. Looking directly into his dark, obsessive eyes, she offered him a fiercely challenging smirk.
“Your former friends are not going to be very happy about this,” she noted dryly, stepping carefully over the horribly mutilated corpse of the final syndicate shooter.
“They are no longer my problem,” Luca stated bluntly, unbothered by his sudden, violent betrayal of the powerful criminal empire that had literally raised him.
He closed the short distance between them, reaching out to wipe a thick streak of dark soot from her beautiful cheekbone. “My only objective now is you.”
A profound, intense spark of deep understanding flashed clearly in her dark brown eyes.
The magical, primal energy of the dense bayou seemed to heavily swirl around them, solidifying the incredibly dark, twisted partnership they had just forged in both blood and overwhelming lust. They were no longer merely a hitman and a fiercely loyal bodyguard.
They were now bound together, two highly lethal predators ready to ruthlessly tear apart anyone who dared step directly into their path.
“Then we need to move,” Zara commanded softly, leaning into his calloused touch for just a fraction of a second before stepping away.
They stepped over the fallen men, each gathering a tactical rifle and ammunition.
“The fire is going to draw out the local swamp authorities, and I guarantee your Italian syndicate has an entire army waiting right outside the parish lines.”
“Let them come,” Luca growled fiercely, reloading his heavy weapons as he aggressively followed her perfectly round, swaying hips directly into the dense, dark labyrinth of the oppressive Louisiana waterways.
He would gladly slaughter the entire goddamn world, so long as he got to bury his cock deep inside her beautifully wet pussy every single night until the end of time.