His Mafia Protector

Chapter 10: House Goes Boom

Chapter 10: House Goes Boom

I looked up to see the girl, standing in front of me, in a strong, stiff posture, shooting. Yes, like literally, shooting.

Even though she had a silencer, the whizz sounds of the bullets made me freeze up in fear, so was the groans and grunts of someone. Someone was dying. Someone was dying in my backyard. Even though I should...I don't know, look up to see just whom this girl was shooting at, hopefully not my neighbors, I was just beyond caring.

Bullets were shot, and I wouldn't have noticed if the plaster on the wall I was cowering against didn't fall off with every muffled sound. Even though it was raining bullets, somehow, the girl and I didn't get hit.

Then, a thought hit me, and I looked up from my position on the ground, in panic. Diagonally from me, behind the kitchen counter, was the slouched figure of a blonde male, also dressed in black like the girl but holding Cameron. The guy had covered Cameron's mouth with his hand, making him unable to make any sound. All this while Cam was looking at me, his wide eyes looking scared. Cameron! No!

I wanted to go, wrench my brother from the man but suddenly, as if sensing my thoughts, the girl glanced at me, then behind me, to the kitchen counter where the man was hiding. She looked back at me, she c****d an eyebrow, as if daring me to move. In somewhat a mixture of fear and rebellion, I wriggled away from her, and was again met with the sight of a gun pointed straight at me.

Unexpectedly, a man dressed in dark green jumped up from behind the curtains, behind this girl's back and headed straight for her with a knife in hand. But before I could even open my mouth to warn her, she swung her head back while still looking at me, smirked and then shot the guy.

I watched as the bullet hit the bull's eye and blood began to pour out from the hole in-between his eyes. I shuddered in disgust as I saw the big guy fall, first to his knees and then face-down, blood still pouring out. It was silence for a while.

Then the girl glanced behind the counter and just called out. "Come on out, you coward. They are gone." And then, in a few short seconds, I saw the guy behind the counter straighten up and release Cameron from his hold.

The instant he was free, Cameron came bounding up to me, to my position still on the floor. I hugged him like no tomorrow. I looked up when the blonde guy started speaking.

"Hey! I was just protecting the brother! No need to be so harsh!" he growled. He had a scar on his eyebrow. The girl just pulled out a magazine- a set of bullets, reloaded her gun and c****d it, ready to use. She turned towards the guy. "The job... is not the brother. It's him. Remember that, Andre."

The guy—Andre, just turned away from her. "Now come on Prince," the girl said, looking at me. "Before more of them come."

"Why are you calling me Prince? My name...name is Derek." The assassins just shrugged and then exited through the front door, leaving me alone with Cameron in my arms and my dead parents on the floor. I walked over to them and set Cameron on the side. All the tears had already vacated my tear-ducts, making my eyes sore.

"I am so sorry, Mom, Dad. I promise I will take care of Cameron." I said as I closed my dad's eyes, which were open, staring at the ceiling, lifeless. Grief hit me, making me almost fall but I kissed both of my parent's cheeks, grabbed Cameron and rushed out of the door, hot tears falling from my face again.

I had left my parents there, in the hope that someone would find them and find me and figure out just what was happening. Because I didn't know what to do. I saw both the guy and the girl waiting for me, in their car, just outside on the driveway, staring at me, daring me from going anywhere else. Not that I had anywhere to go.

So, with a sigh, I climbed in the backseat, Cameron still shaking in my lap and closed the door behind us. With a jerk, the car peeled off the driveway and onto the street. I looked back, at my house, with stinging tears in my eyes. I hope I can go back one day.

But before my house could truly vanish from my sight, I saw something large and sleek in the dark sky and then suddenly, my house was blown away with a huge boom.

Someone had just fired a missile on my home. Blowing away everything I had.

Everything I possessed.

Everything I loved.

My house.

My haven.

My parents.

All gone.

It didn't matter that two strangers, one girl and the other a huge mountain, were sitting in the front seat and my brother was passed out from the shock or exhaustion. I cried. I just...cried. Even though my tear-ducts were empty, hot stinging tears streamed down my face. Every time I blinked; my brain registered an ache in my eyes but the ache in my heart was overpowering.

Why did it happen to me? What did I do? What did my mom, my dad, Cameron do that God had such a grudge against us? NOTHING!

I continued to sob and snot, while the two front strangers pretended that they didn't hear anything. Oh, how could they? I seethed in rage and in despair. Were those two kidnappers? Thieves? Prison escapees? Maybe Mental institution ones? Serial Killers? Human Traffickers?

The last one made my pull Cameron's frail, still unconscious body tighter around me. I will die before I also let them take Cameron away from me. With a discreet glance, I checked the door of the car and saw that it was open. A great part of me wanted to take a chance and jump out with Cameron in my hands. We were on a road, but due to it being late, there were not a lot of cars. My best bet would be to get out and hope a coming car doesn't smash our heads in. Then, I would need to run, run as fast I can with Cam, before these people catch up to us and shoot us.

But I guess the thought was all too clear on my face for when Andre glanced back in the rear-view mirror, he just smirked. "You haven't got a chance. It's child-locked."

In hopelessness, I started crying again. Call me a baby, but I didn't know what else to do. Soon, my tears dried, and I just leaned my face against the window, watching the dark blurs of the trees when we passed them, in the night. We had left behind any form of civilization a long time ago. After some time, for a moment there, I thought that I smelled the strong salty breeze of the ocean, but the smell vanished too quickly for me to confirm.

Sleep wanted to pull me in her arms, darkness wanted to envelope me. But I resisted. I did not know who these people were, and I wasn't prepared to find out the hard way. Travelling for a few more minutes on that long dark road, we finally saw some lights.

Freddy's Motel. I guess that's the sign said. The lighting was off in the letters in 'R', and one of the 'D's. So, it looked like Fedy's Motel. It was a shanty looking thing, and was completely deserted, which I guess what these two people wanted.

We pulled up on the uneven driveway and the car stopped. Andre got out and opened the car door for me as it was child locked. "Come on out Your Majesty! Your Castle awaits!" It was irritating me how they kept saying Highness or Prince or Majesty. What the heck is up with that? I am Derek!

I gingerly got out, a passed-out Cameron still in my arms. I glanced around and then, with a burst of strength, which had my body protesting loudly in response, I ran away from them Cameron now hung in an upside-down position on my shoulder to help me move faster.

Then, a loud bang echoed throughout the isolated space, and some dirt hit my pants. I realized that someone had fired a gun, very close to my leg. I froze. "Stop." It was the single word by the girl's mouth that had my ears on full alert. "I missed that shot on purpose."

I slowly turned around to face them, keeping a firm grip on Cameron and then ever-so-slowly approached the criminal duo. It wasn't fair to me, to Cameron. I had a right to know what was happening, but some shard of common sense kept me demanding that, that very second.

The girl sighed and then kept the gun, behind her, in the waistline of her jeans. which brought me back to her lean, slim legs covered in leather. They really were long. She caught me looking, but instead of saying something, she just grabbed my arm and dragged me to the entrance of the motel. "Get in." She growled.

I looked at her grey eyes and then just sighed. It was apparent that even though my sadness and grief had faded into anger, and even though she was slightly shorter than me even in her high heels, she was an experienced professional. Profession TBD.

I ducked my head and scrunched in my shoulders so that I can fit in through the doors with Cameron still draped on them. I hurriedly looked towards the reception, hoping to see anybody who can raise alarm and help me. I mean, the two strangers behind me easily passed as murderers with the vibes they were giving off.

I didn't feel surprised that I saw nobody there. The booth was empty. I slouched down, unable to think of anything that may possibly guarantee my safety from those couple behind me. Chances of me making it out alive with Cameron were diminishing by the second.