“You can’t just go in there. They’ll kill you.”
“Then at least we die together.”
“You’ve really gone mad, haven’t you?”
I roll my eyes, still keeping the gun firmly pointed at his head. “I won’t die, I promise.”
“Right.”
“You think I’ll let that scumbag Lucio win?” I retort, mentally getting ready to shoot some guys. “You heard Matteo. No one touches his wife.”
MATTEO
With our gunsprepped and loaded, we head out the front door and meet Lucio head-on. There’s no fucking way I’ll let him barge into my house like this. He messed with the wrong mafioso.
I position myself behind my car and wait for them to break through the gates before I signal to my men. Everyone knows their position, and it doesn’t take long for everyone to get ready, guns pointed at the cars driving closer to the mansion.
“Fire on target!” I call out. “Leave Lucio for me.”
My men aim at their tires, and some cars swerve when hit, but others keep driving until they’re in position too. My men shoot bullets through their windows, but some of Lucio’s men avoid the shots and jump out, using the doors as shields while they aim and shoot.
BANG! BANG!
Gunfire erupts all around us, and I focus on protecting my men as best as I can, while also searching for the car that contains Lucio, but I can’t seem to find him anywhere.
Dozens of cars are strewn about the destroyed front yard, and men come pouring out of each vehicle.
BANG!
One of my men goes down behind me, his body bleeding out on the concrete floor of my garage.
Fuck.
I shoot at the man who gunned him down and hit him in the head, his body flopping down onto the pavement near my fountain.
“Lucio, you motherfucker, show yourself!” I bark, trying to draw him out of his hiding place.
BANG! BANG!
One of his men shoots at me, and I jump behind the car to make sure I don’t get hit. I wait until the shots are fired before turning around and shooting back at him, hitting him in the knee. He goes down, and I stand and aim from the top of my car, gunning down anyone in my sight until my chamber is empty and I have to go for a new round.
BANG! BANG!
Another one of my men falls down the steps to my house.
Fuck, I have to get rid of these assholes quickly before they kill every last one of my men.
A new car drives up the road with the windows rolleddown, a machine gun hacking away. I duck for cover and watch my men do the same behind the cars next to me. Cries of agony fill the air, and I’m pretty sure one of my men just got blasted somewhere down the road.
“He’s in there,” I growl. “Of course, that fucker would bring a machine gun.”
“I’ll flank you, sir.” One of my men crawls toward me.
I nod. “Take down the sides, focus on exhausting their ammo. Shoot the tires so they can’t run like dogs with their tails between their legs. Whatever it takes, make it happen. Don’t let them get away with this.”
When the gunshots relax a little, we both lean up and fire away, aiming for their tires and their drivers to make sure no one is getting out of this ambush alive. The only one I want to capture is Lucio himself. Fuck the rest.
The machine gun blasts away again, and my man next to me gets shot in the ribs, then collapses.
