Chapter 68 The attack
Dante POV
The job was easy and after he left the opera, he would head to the brothel a few streets away. Rex told me he had an appointment there, with a busty brunette he frequented.
Apparently, she wasn’t on his kill list. I just sat in the red car at the curb, all the windows tinted and dark. It was a burner car, meaning I’d stolen it from the sidewalk, and I would ditch it somewhere random. They would not be able to trace anything back to me. It's not that there would be anyone left alive to find me anyways. The building looked abandoned, the windows carefully boarded up so not even a hint of light could escaped. There was no movement on the streets around,not even pedestrians or anything. Only powerful men walked through the front door because they didn’t care if they were caught walking inside.
Only cowardly men used the back entrance, the ones with wives who couldn’t know about their dirty secrets. I’d paid for whores, but I never went to establishments like this. I never went anywhere public where people would
see my face.
It was not because I had anything to hide. I waited in the car with my gun at the ready, the silencer over the barrel so I could do this quietly. I’d prefer to do this in private so I could torture the guy, but luck wasn’t on my side. Since there wasn’t a pot of gold at the end of
this mission, my crew thought the risk outweighed the reward. I didn’t take it personally. This vendetta was my own thing. If Rex asked me to do something like this for him, I probably would have done the same
thing. Even if I killed this guy and all his men, it wouldn’t change anything. My mother was still dead and It was the coldhearted truth. I sat in silence and waited, listening for sounds and searching for headlights. I preoccupied myself with thinking of what Isabella had said to me before I left. She wanted me to come back. She made me promise I would our relationship was so fucked up. I didn’t even know what we were anymore. She was my enemy and I was hers, but neither one of us wanted to kill each other. I kept telling myself when the time came I would pull the trigger but I was starting to think that was bullshit. Maybe I could achieve my vendetta differently. Maybe I could kill her
entire family but keep her as a prisoner anyway. That way I could spare her life and keep her as a slave but I knew if I really wiped out her entire family, she would never fuck
me again and she really would kill me.
The only way to keep her this way, keep her passionate and affectionate, was to keep things the way they were but I knew I couldn’t keep it up forever and I certainly couldn’t let her go or drop this blood feud. That wasn’t an
option. Which led me back to my original conclusion. I had to kill her, there was no way around it but damn, when she was needy and clingy, I loved it. I loved it so damn much.
I’d never find another woman to fill my bed the way she did. I would never have another woman who could take my fat dick the way she could. I would never have a woman slap me like that, who had the balls to stand up to
me even though I was more than twice her size. They didn’t make women like that anymore. How could I kill a woman like that?
I had to stop thinking about it. The more I thought about it, the harder it would be. It didn’t matter how much I loved being between her legs. I wasn’t going to be a pussy and chicken out. I had to kill her the way I vowed I
would. Otherwise, what kind of man would I be?
I just had to enjoy her while I could and put up that painting after she was dead. Headlights approached in the distance, and I knew it was time for action. It was an SUV, all black with black windows. It pulled up right to the curb, and then a man hopped out of the passenger side and opened the back door so the fucker could get out. Here we go. I jumped out of the driver’s door and opened fire. I shot the man who opened the door for Joe, hitting him right in the skull so he went down like a potato sack and with lightning speed, another man hopped out of the other side, a semiautomatic in his hands. He opened fire, and I dodged out of the way before he could hit me. I landed a few bullets his way, hitting him twice in the
chest. He didn’t go down, probably because of a bulletproof vest. I got hit three times right in the heart, but my vest protected me. I finally
got him down, but Joe opened fire. His driver did the same. I moved behind another car and took cover while they shattered the windows. I waited for them to burn through their rounds before I took aim again. I reloaded then fired again, destroying the doors to the SUV.
Then another car sped down the road, the headlights becoming visible. He halted to a stop, and more men got out. Shit, he had had more backup than I thought. Fuck, I was outnumbered. Even I couldn’t do this. I pulled the grenade from my pouch and threw it at the SUV. They all ran for cover. I then sprinted into the alleyway, but not before I took a bullet to the arm. “Fuck.” I didn’t slow down, sprinting hard and making more blood ooze from the wound because my heart was working so fast.
I knew these streets better than they did since I’d slept on these sidewalks. So I cut across different alleyways and took alternate roads, even the ones that had been torn up and closed for decades. I was losing a lot of blood and growing weaker by the second. I wanted to call for backup but I couldn’t. I couldn’t drag Rex into this.
So I kept going until I found the right place to hide. I ripped off my shirt underneath my sweater and vest and secured my wound, applying as much pressure as I could. Then I turned off my cell so they couldn’t find the signal as they searched the streets for me.
I’d be there until morning and maybe even longer.