Chapter 22

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We climb out, and head to the front door.

3, lights out.

2, Yelling.

1, doors burst open.

I hear gun shots.

Soldiers shoot in pitch black, relying on chance to kill us.

I shoot, I hear a scream. Twice, two more.

I look to Roman, to see where he's going. He's going to find his targets. Garcia is behind me. I access our coms. I ask, "are you ready for this?"

I hear the yelling of Armando. I've got Kelvin in my ear. He says, "Fourth Floor, his office, Nat. He's got a pistol on him."

"Got it" I say.

I look behind me to see if Isabella is following, she is.

We creep up stealthy and fast. There's no one in our path, that's good I suppose.

I ask, "Guys, why no contact with anyone."

Gonzalez says, "look like your father ordered everyone away."

Interesting, I think to myself.

We're up, fourth floor. I hear my heart beating inside of my ear. I open the office door, not in there. I turn around to the barrel of a gun on my temple. I smile, I give a look to Isabella. She knows the shit my uncle is in for.

I twist his hand, he screams. Now, he's on his knees. I bring my face inches from him, he sees me. He whispers, "Daughter, unhand me."

I go right to his ear and say, "Papa, I know what you did."

I get up, and point his gun at his head. We go into his office. Isabella shuts the door, locks it, and puts a chair in front of it. I make him sit in his desk.

I sit down where I sat, months ago when he told me I would be head of the mafia.

Garcia stands behind him.

I say, "Tell me, ... Armando, do you know how many innocent people you have killed?"

He looks down, then up at me and says, "Why would I know, you bitch."

Garcia gets her knife out and puts it to his neck.

I say, "It was daughter now it's bitch. How... like you. Armando, tell me what made you hate your own brother so much you had to kill him. Oh, I know. Petty jealousy. Armando Perez you will die, by the hands of the people you have committed injustices against. This is for the-"

I shoot him in the head. Then another. Then another. Then another.

Now Garcia is telling me to stop.

I hear Roman yelling and banging on the door.

I shoot another.

Then I point the gun at my head.

This.
Is.

The.

En-

The world goes dark


A/N:

WTF

DID

I

JUST

WRITE

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