A few minutes later, Sable pulls out in her SUV. I slouch down, but she doesn’t even notice me. She’s focused on her mission.Toofocused.
She knows the risks, but she’s going anyway.
Cursing under my breath, I slowly follow her, keeping a safe distance as she heads into town.
She doesn’t even have Luca with her. Part of me is raging, but another part of me is impressed. This girlreallythinks she can take on the Brambilla family all by herself.
It’s not long before we’re pulling up to a small corner deli with a sign that screams:Chicago’s Best Italian. Typical front for connected guys.
Sable pulls right up, practically driving through the front door. I park across the street.
My heart is pounding, but I have to admit—she looks sexy as hell as she steps out of the truck: hair spilling down her shoulders, bare skin showing from the slit in her dress, heels clicking on the sidewalk.
But as I watch her stride inside, my stomach twists. Something just does not feel right.
And then I hear it…
A gunshot.
In the blink of an eye, I have my .45 in my hand and am running for the door of the deli. More shots ring out. Massive adrenaline dump.
Without hesitation, I burst through the door and drop one of Tony’s men aiming a gun at Sable.
She’s hunched behind a fallen table and catches my eye as the man falls. Something like a smile flashes briefly across her eyes, but then she’s on her feet and blasting.
At least six men stand behind the bar, aiming all kinds of firearms in her direction. But as I start firing, I draw their attention too.
Shots ring out as the deli explodes into a firestorm of deafening explosions.
Fiery pain tears through my left arm as a bullet grazes me. Sable sees and whips her gun toward the man responsible, dropping him with a single shot.
Despite the danger, I can feel my dick getting hard.
A shotgun rings out, and I look to my left, and that’s when I see him.
Tony himself, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as he shouts something in manic Italian at us.
“Sable, look out!” I bellow as he swings the double-barrel in her direction.
Like a gymnast, she leaps to the floor and rolls behind a pillar. I aim and fire, but my gun just clicks. Out of bullets.
“I’m out!” I shout. Quickly, she tosses hers to me. I catch it, take aim, and hit him squarely in the chest.
He falls back, taking a table with him, and hits the ground like a sack of potatoes. Dead.
Silence.
No more enemies. Sable and I wiped them out.
This is Vale-Noir territory now, but I could care less about that. That’s not why I came here.
“Okay, we’re good,” I say, snatching a handful of napkins to press over my wound.
“What the hell was that!?” Sable shouts as I turn to leave. “I had everything under control!”
My jaw drops so hard it nearly falls off. “Are you kidding? You would have been dead if I hadn’t showed up!”
Biting her lip, she shakes her head like she wants to hit me.
