Heartless People

EIGHT

"The facts of a person's life will, like murder, come out."

Norman Sherry

LAUREN

Even Camila, throught all her bitching and shooting, had come in handy. Finding the flight plans was almost too easy. She had been keeping notes on it for months and never did anything. Some fucking Boss.

She could have cut Vance off at the knees, but instead, she did nothing but to save a few people's lives. She didn't understand. We ran the fucking Mafia, we spared no one, we took what we wanted, when we wanted it, and we killed to get the job done. All those people were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I would make sure to have my mother....or maybe make Camila, open a charity in their names. "Right now I-"

Bullets exploded through one of the walls before I could even finish my thought. They pelted us like rain, destroying anything and everything in their way. "fuck!" Chris screamed in pain as blood poured from his arms. "Open the fucking door and blow the motherfucker away!" Veronica froze just as a bullet went right past her head and embedded itself into the monitor behind him. My father fell back as a bullet connected with his chest. The rest of the men follow orders but froze when the door opened.

"Tell me it wasn't fucking you, and you still get to come to the motherfucking wedding, sweetheart," Camila screeched, looking at me dead in the eyes.

Kill her. Put a bullet through her pretty fucking head! my mind yelled as I glared down the barrel of my fiancee semi automatic.

I tried to stay calm. I even prayed for the strength not lose it, but all I could see was red. Glacing over to Luca, who stood closest to her, he took charge and put a gun to the side of her head, causing her to lower her gun.

Luca wasn't family, but pretty damn close. He was one of the few of my men with more than half a brain, and full loyalty.

"You little bitch, have you lost you fucking mind?" Camila asked him.

"Carrot top," she said, still staring into my eyes. "You better pull the trigger now. You will regret it if you don't."

Luca glanced at me, but in a spilt second, Camila swing around and used the butt of her gun to bash his face in, knocked him off his feet, and held her gun to his balls.

"I said you would regret it,"she hissed. She pulled back and hammered into his jewels with the butt of her gun.

My father frowned, stepping forward as I reached for my gun. There comes a time when enough was fucking enough. "Ms. Cabello, I would ask that you not to kill anyone in my house."

Daniel, I believe the man's name was, walked forward pointing his firearm at Luca as Camila turned to my father, gun held tight at his face.

"Michael, I like you. I really do," She said with no emotion in her voice. "But step out of the way or I will kill you before I kill your daughter."

"Her mother is fond of her, and I am fond of her mother, Ms. Cabello," The motherfucker smiled, as though this bitch had not just insulted us, as if she hadn't almost killed my family. "Camila, I understand your anger, and you are justified in it-"

"The fuck she is!" I shouted holding my gun up as well. Never in my life did I ever want to out someone down so fucking badly.

Camila's eyes glowed with rage, but before her bullet could hit me, my father went for her hand. He twisted her wrist and struggled with her until the gun was out of her grip and he held her arm behind her back.