Page 96 of Forbidden Eyes
“FIA!” he bellows, appearing to wait as if she will magically show the fuck up. “HOPE! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE. NOW!”
I watch that tension turn brutal, see him get himself all riled up in temper, and brace myself for some kind of attack. I don’t give a fuck; now I’m ready for it. Old cunt needs teaching some goddamn manners about life, certainly when it comes to me. One on one is fine by me. The calm and the storm, my calm finally about to unleash. Maybe all this will be done when I’ve put him on the ground like I damn well should have done last time.
“They’re not coming, Vico. Fia stays where she is." I push further into him, forcing the kind of show he'll understand. "With me."
If that's what we both want.
Whatever cool he was managing to hold onto evaporates. Still, my chest butts his, my voice so low only he and I can hear it. "Screw you, old man. One nod from me and all allegiances here end. That money you're planning on making from clean drugs? That's gonna be mine, too. I am far from done with her sweet ass. She's gonna be all mine with no going back if you don't get a grip of your shit." My hands shove his chest hard, letting him feel how pissed I am. No more bowing down, no more taking his hits. He wants this, wants to destroy his family. I'll defend the side that counts. "Back. The fuck. Off.”
He draws his weapon so quickly it nearly blindsides me. I stumble backwards, knocking the fucking thing out of the way as it shoots. I grapple for it, body spinning into his for purchase, but then my eyes see what the fuck he’s done.
Quinn folds to the ground, blood spurting out of his leg. Everything’s a goddamn blur for a second until I turn back, rage and anguish fuelling me straight into the kinda hell he’ll understand.
A shot sounds out from somewhere behind me and then everything goes full throttle as I keep pushing at Vico’s weight. My head launches one solid smash into his skull, enough that he stumbles backwards from the impact. Fuck, that felt good. I growl and plough into him again, ready to carry on showing him who I am when I don't bow down. The sound of feet scattering everywhere, ducking and dodging behind cars as more shots sound, should make me less focused. All it does is centre me on Vico alone, my body remembering all that pain he delivered to her, to me. Cunt. This ends now. This time with him on the floor.
I'm damn well putting him there.
Hands grab at me, a fuck load of them trying to pull me off him. Screw that. I battle in their hold, one fist still wrapped around the collar of his jacket and the other reaching for my blade until I can’t hold on anymore. He is ripped away from me, and I’m slung sideways. All fucking hell comes at me then. A foot to the ribs, head knocked sideways from a blow. I grab out at the leg closest, cracking the ankle and levering myself up again to carry on.
“Carter!” Nate yells.
My head swings round to find him in the middle of the chaos. Logan comes into view, his back covering Nate as he tries to drag Quinn towards the house, guns sounding out shot after shot.
Fuck.
I turn back to where Vico was, searching for him amongst the carnage to end this, but all I find is more men coming at me. Jesus fucking Christ, I’m pissed. My body surges at them, fists and blade doing what they’ve been taught to do cleanly and swiftly to get to the only one of them who matters.
Vico is what I need, no one else.
Vico is what finishes this before everyone gets killed.
Twenty-Eight
“Oh my God!”
“Mom, what?” I rush to the window, unable to take her sporadic commentary. I could see her resolve waiver when his voice echoed through the house.
“He shot Quinn.”
“Who?” I peer through the glass and watch as I see people swarm around. Uncle Quinn is on the ground, Nate and Logan with him, and Carter is on the floor grappling with my dad. “Mom,” I cry, suddenly terrified of all the possible repercussions. “Mom, what do we do? Stop it. Stop it all.” My breathing falters, and I begin to feel lightheaded.
“Listen to me, Fia. You need to focus.” She takes hold of my shoulders and directs my gaze to her. “You will stay here. You will not move, understand?"
I shake my head. I can’t stay holed up when the people I love are in danger and getting hurt because of me.
“Stay here where it’s safe. I need to go and help.” She rummages in her purse and pulls out a small handgun.
“Mom, you have a gun?”
“Yes, sweetie. You’re not the only one of us who can shoot. But understand I won’t have to use it. I promise. You need to stay out of the way. Do you understand me?" I look around the room, my eyes drawn back to the window and what’s happening between Carter and Dad.
“Sofia!”
My eyes fill with tears as she cracks my name with her tongue. “Baby, I’m sorry. So, so sorry, but please do as I say. I love you.”
My head nods at her words, but I’m only half concentrating on her. I need to see what’s going on and check on Carter.
“I’ll be back when it’s safe.”