The vice president raised his gun again. I lunged sideways just as the shot fired. Concrete splintered when the bullet collided with it and lodged into the wall behind me.
“Shit!” he screamed, stomping his foot and lowering the gun. “Why don’t you Mafia bastards die?”
I decided that I believed every word Daphne had said about him. He hated and resented the president for allowing us into the Sons.
Bringing us in was the smartest move they’d ever made.
Look at the morons I was dealing with now. The Sons would’ve fallen apart.
Kevin charged me again, his head lowered like a bull ready to attack. I dropped my arm, driving an uppercut into his jaw, and something cracked.
He staggered back, his body swaying, as if the tunnels were suddenly moving beneath us.
A cramp formed in my hand, and when I pulled it back, I found one of his rotten teeth embedded in the skin of my knuckles. I stared at it for half a second before flicking it off and crushing it beneath my shoe.
Before I could make another move, a fist slammed into my jaw from behind. My teeth snapped together when the vice president’s weight crashed onto my back, his arms wrapping around my shoulders like an animal clinging to me.
Kevin wiped blood from his mouth, red streaking his chin as he spat another tooth onto the floor. “She must die!” he screamed.
Rage burned inside me, and my vision turned sideways at my blood loss, but I did my best to control it. I had to.
I roared and grabbed the vice president’s arm before hurling him over my shoulder. His scrawny body slammed into theground. I drove my foot into his ribs as the gun slipped from his hand.
He scrambled for it, his fingers clawing into the ground, but I kicked it away. The gun slid across the floor. Kevin and I both ran toward it.
Since he was closer, instead of diving for it, I stormed toward him. He dropped to his knees to grab the gun, and I drove mine upward, using the same uppercut motion as I had before.
My knee crashed into his jaw, and I grinned in satisfaction at the loud pop.
Kevin crumpled to the floor, clutching his face, and a strangled noise forced its way past his broken jaw. Blood poured from his mouth, spraying across the ground as he tried to slur out words.
Behind me, the vice president groaned while dragging himself to his feet.
The world swayed again.
My head spun as I grabbed the gun.
My shirt was soaked with blood, the liquid warm and sticky against my skin. But again, I ignored it.
I hunched forward, nearly stumbling, and aimed the gun at the vice president’s head. He froze when I pulled the trigger.
His head snapped back violently, and his body staggered for a moment before he fell backward. I grinned when I heard the crack of his skull connect with the ground.
I popped the gun’s magazine free and checked the remaining rounds. A single bullet.
Standing over Kevin, I stared down at the despicable excuse for a father sprawled across the floor. A coward who had tried to destroy the one person I’d burn this entire society down for.
His mouth hung crooked from his shattered jaw, the teeth he had left red with blood.
“She …” he gasped, choking on the word—or maybe that was his blood. Either way, I didn’t care. “Must …”
“She’ll never die,” I said with ease as I made it a point to lookat the other Elders watching from the wall. “All of you motherfuckers will have to go through me first. And spoiler alert: until the fucking day I die, I’ll protect my Fawn overeveryone.”
And because I couldn’t stand looking at the face of the man who’d wanted to hurt my precious Fawn, I raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
The final bullet tore through the center of his face.
I admired my work for a moment, wishing I had another bullet to do it again, and then turned around, realizing Blair’s mother was gone.
