Contd
Elijah Vega.
“You’ve got him twice already!” Rodrigo shoves against the barrel of my gun, trying to knock my aim off. I throw him back with a push to the chest.
“I’m not shooting to get him. I’m shooting to rip his goddamn soul out of his body.”
Screams rise like sirens from one end of the courtyard to the other. I reload with muscle memory…bullets in hand, snap-click back into place. I slap the barrel once to make sure it doesn’t jam. I’m already moving, boots pounding past the chaos, past Sergio’s defense.
The smoke from the gun has begun to thin in the air. Now I see my target clearly.
Not the Don. His hound.
A ring of men in suits wrap around him like he’s royalty. My father’s men.
“Get away from Enid now, or you’ll be breathing bullets!” I warn once.
No one moves a
