Chapter 24

Lorenzo's pov

Fucking losers.

Pathetic motherfuckers.

Raiding my house is the stupidest thing anyone could think of.

For exactly two reasons.

One, this particular mansion is packed with weapons, seriously I am the head of the arm industry, this ain't a fucking shit show.

Two, I have no mercy once I lay my hand on whoever dares to step a foot in my house. And that was when Lana wasn't here, double that shit up !!

I heard glass spluttering down the floor and six of my men kept shouting instructions to each other, I sped upstairs and locked the basement second door behind me, Raphael, chief of my men, looked at me with a calm face and a frozen awaited look waiting for my word.

- make it a fucking massacre !

I load my gun as he did to his, bullets rained all over the place, three of my men took cover as I glanced through the broken window to the reflection of Salazar's 's face, I aimed my gun just to his left hip and kept waiting for the right moment.

Just as he noticed me, his eyes winded in the shock I enjoy, the deciseconds between when he fully realizes that he'll get shot and when I pull the trigger, the pleading in one's eyes begging for mercy they know they'll never get.

Shot.

I didn't shot haphazardly, I knew what I was doing.

I shot him at the thickest, most active vein in his leg, the Femoral vein. Blood spattered violently from his leg, he awed in anger at his men and they darted multiple bullets crossing the huge window in front of me, yet I moved too quickly for them to notice.

At sight, I saw one of my guys was shot down, another carried his corpse inside as he held a machine gun and aimed it like a mad man defending the honor of his now, dead brother.

Shouts and yells increased as dozens of Salazar's men dropped dead, pathetically.

I grabbed the rifle I hid at the bottom of a sofa I took as a temporary shield as I heard Salazar screaming

- I WANT LANA RIGHT NOW, MOTHERFUCKER !

I shouted at the top of my lungs back,

-IN YOUR FUCKING WILDEST DREAM, I AM GIVING YOU TWO SECONDS TO LEAVE BEFORE THIS BEOME A SLAUGHTERHOUSE.

I lied, I won't even give him the two seconds.

I loaded the rifle in a split second as I peeked my head from the opposite corner of the room, way past where they expected me to be.

I saw, at the distance, some of his chicken head men escaping, looked back at Mailo and Raphael loading theirs, smirking at me back, they know me pretty damn well by now.

Mailo ordered David through the handheld transceiver to close the gates, four of my gatemen were shot in the zero-hour.

I ran behind the front door they couldn't break, idiots it's an armored door, dynamite is the key.

I reached for the two mills bombs in my pocket, broke the safety pin and threw them instantly towers the two G-wagons Salazar came with.

Honestly, what a fucking idiot.

My dad was definitely right not welcoming him in the mafia business, he's a total fool.

I opened the front door at an unexpected sudden as bullets showered from the rifle I held, at anything and anyone in front of it. Mad small lead bodies were penetrating the steel shell of every vehicle, every body of flesh, the inner howl in me reached all dead and alive ears.

Heat rushed into my skin and adrenaline flowed in my veins like a hurricane.

Raphael and Mailo covered my back as snippers were trying to hit me from the roof, David and Julio caught Salazar and threw him in the fountain as his blood colored every drop of water in it.

I didn't stop shooting.

I wasn't in the present.

My mind kept hazing my vision back to the day I found my father dead in a pool blood of his own, still and breathless, with his eyes open yet not seeing anything.

I didn't stop shooting.

The day Salazar killed my own father was his own upcoming funeral.

His own death certificate.

Now I am taking his soul, yet my father's soul is never coming back.

Useless son of a bitch.

I didn't stop shooting.

The twisted world I am living in, lana doesn't deserve. She deserved everything as beautiful as her soul, not that fucker to be her father. The thought of him taking her away from me kept me pulling the trigger even harder.

My cartridge..empty.

Gone corpses motionless everywhere.

My breathe was as heavy as mountain, Took a look over my shoulder to Milo standing by the fountain, where Salazar was on the verge of death.

Still struggling like a wounded rabbit.

Two steps in, and pain spread all over my left shoulder, my senses were too numb in focus to care about some bullet randomly dived in.

But I could care less.

I signaled to David to throw me a gun, it was a Glock 17-9 mm, same one he shot my father with.

Pulled down the hammer as I aimed for his brain, he kept trying to get out of the water but couldn't.

His leg was too injured, his face was full of bruises of punches Mailo showered him with, and there it was..the look I always wait for.

The unspeakable begging of mercy.

- Say hello to Satan for me, motherfucker.

The last gunfire exploded in his head in a split of a second and now I can't imagine birds singing on this fountain anymore.

I finally breathed again.

I finally can live in peace now.