Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

"Myla get the hell down!" Enzo screamed at me as bullets began flying. Fabiano, stood behind a bullet proof glass window smirking. Je watched us dodge every bullet, uncaring that in a matter of moments I will kill him.

Enzo began shooting back at our attackers. I took the opportunity to get my blades ready and aimed for the man in front of me. I peaked over the crate that I was behind and seen the fucker pointing his gun straight at me.

I wasted no time throwing my blade and hit him right in the heart. Silently applunding myself I took my glock and began shooting anyone who came in my path.

My ears rang from the noise of the bullets, my heat clenched when I seen a few of our men where hit and lay lifeless. In a sense I felt bad, however; if they would have been more viduglent, that wouldn't have happened.

I looked back at Enzo who was knifing a man on the floor. His blue orbs met mine and realization kicked in on what I was going to do.

"Myla, don't you fucking dare." He roared across me. "Cover my back Enzo." He shook his head and stood to protest but I was gone.

I ran into the building on the hunt for Fabiano. The whimp that he is was probably still hiding from us, terrified of being hurt and worried for his 'safety'.

And so he should be. I was going to kill him, no question.

I slowly made my way to the lobey area of Fabiano's abandoned mansion. This was where he held prisoners, where he deemed his infamous torture sessions.

Scary.

I could hear ruff breathing and soon found a man around my age laying on the floor clutching his chest. I made my way to him, still wery holding my gun up. "Where is Fabiano?" I spat. He clenched his teeth, crying out in pain. He was hit just below his heart, if he survived he was the luckiest man alive.

"Fabiano. Where is he!?" He tried sitting up and as he did, I pressed my gun to his head. "I swear tog od if you don't answer me..." He sobbed silently.

"He's on the third floor. He is in the safe room in his office." He clutched his chest one last time and fell down. Something in me twisted.

Why did I feel pity for the enmy.

"Hey." I nudeged him. But no response. I gripped his jacket and pulled it open about to try to do CPR on him. A photo fell out of his pocket; a picture of him and a girl around 19 or so. She was holding a new born baby, and he was looking down beaming at her.

I gutted at the future that lay ahead for the girl and her baby. Now that she didn't have him, what would happen, sure the guy was only 21 or 22, he was working for Fabiano, not as if he had a really impotant position in the mafia but still.

I felt crushed for him.

I gripped the photo in my hand and pushed it into my back pocket. I took the stairs up to level three where I knew Fabiano was meant to be. Slowly I opened the door to the room labelled Capo. I assumed that was where his safe room would be.

His office was empty, all except a desk. A door was off to the right, I assumed that to be a bathroom. I went to the door anyway, as I reached it a voice came from behind me.

"Impressive Miss Mendez." Fabiano's voice came from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against the door frame a buretta in his hand.

"Thank you, could you give me more specification on which part was particarly impressive?" His lips drew up in a smirk, his head tilting to the side. "The killing was good. But I'm more surpirsied at your willingness to leave a dying man." I arched my brow.