Mr & Mrs Montero

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Kalani's POV

Family.

That's what I thought of when we hit the attack. I looked at my kids and the panic that engulfed them was overwhelming. I thought of Eawa and Montero, and I looked at those black Mercedes that were following us and I realized something.

They won't stop. They were never gonna stop. So long as I live, and my kids are with me, and my husband is out there killing them, they will keep coming until there is none of us leave.

Protect the family, protect each other.

That was the Omeŕta. That was the code.

And if I couldn't protect what was mine, what belonged and connected to my belly, what could I ever call my own if people kept wanting what was mine?

And that's when I knew. Whatever happens, my family was mine to touch and nobody else's.

"Gear up, and get ready to shoot whatever that's pointing a gun on this car and our people!" I ordered.

My kids looked at me confused, and I felt a pang of annoyance having to repeat myself.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" I asked, looking around the car. Our car kept being shot at, and the twins kept jumping and were in tears. The car was bulletproof, but that didn't stop the shooting any less scary.

"Are you sure mom?" Charlie asked. His voice was shaking... but mine was more firm and standard.

"Those people out there," I pointed outside, "Do you think they will stop just because you scared and have never hurt any of them?" I asked him. He slowly shook his head.

"Do you think they will stop if we stop the car now, open the doors and say we surrender?" He shook his head again.

"Do you think," I kept pounding on him, "they will stop, just because you letting them do what they please?" He shook his head again.

"So please," I continued, begging them, "For this family, for Eawa,"  I chocked, looking away, tears building up, but not giving in. This was my family they were after, and I had to make sure that they were alright. No matter the cost, no matter the bloodshed. I had to make sure. Just this once, I wiped the one tear that had fallen and I continued.

"For your dad, this unborn baby," I pointed at my belly still looking at the continuing. "When I open this door, I need you to shoot understand?"

Eva was on the other car, and they had started shooting back. They were three cars behind us, and it looked like they were also bulletproof. I think.

But that wouldn't stop us from shooting back. It wouldn't stop me. Not for a second no. I was weak yes, I was pregnant yes, I had six kids who were still schooling, one who was missing, a husband who was allergic to bullets, and I, the wife of an ex Don of the Italian mafia.

This was all sort of wrong, but this, this was family. The Montero legacy. And I'll be damned if I let any other person come and do as they please. I took two 9 mm guns and I loaded them. Charlie didn't need to be told twice to follow.

Charlie was somewhat the leader of the gang. If he said yes, the others would follow. It didn't make sense Enzo because was the oldest, but that would be something I would never understand anyway.

Charlie took a shotgun and started loading it.

"Well, here goes," Enzo muttered, taking a gun and starting to load it. Felix's gun was already loaded, but since he was seating next to the kids, he was to protect them. That went without saying.

"So, we doing this?"  Placido commented. The boys just nodded, and Placido reluctantly took a gun and started loading it too. Our car was in the middle, but we were getting shot at too.

When we were all loaded up and ready, I took a deep breath and asked the kids if they were ready.

"Yes, we are," Charlie replied with authority and enthusiasm. I don't think, nor does Charlie understand the depth of having seen a dead body nor did he understand the meaning of shoot to kill. To him, it was just like those video games that he plays all day every day. And killing someone wasn't all that easy. But that wasn't what I was on to right now. Right now we had to shoot and shoot with everything we have got.

"Listen up." I started. "There is an enemy out there, people who want us dead. But we need to fight back to protect what is ours, for this family, and for everything we love, yea?"

"Yes." They all agreed.

"Now shoot!" I commanded. I opened the door and the war begun. i opened the door next to me which was on the right, and Enzo followed with his.

The moment we started shooting, the girls started to scream with there hands covering their ears. I couldn't bare to look at them because I knew I'd probably be heartbroken. Most importantly, I'd be distracted. And distraction was the last thing I needed now.

The first car I shot was one car behind Eva's car that she was traveling in.  I could see bullet attempts on the front window but it looked like bulletproof. So I aimed for the tires. Those are never bulletproof.

I shot the from tire two and the car goes spiraling out the road into the nearest bushes crashing into trees. There was a little cheer on the car that I did it. I killed a man.

A whole human being, I thought.

But I didn't want to dwell on that because i know I'd probably never survive from it. Eva tries to shoot the front tires, or should I say pretend to try because she was clearly missing her shoots
Unless it was for something else, a diversion. She shot the bonnet of the second car and before we could do more, the took out a bazooka.

Trying to process, I put my head back into the car and the moment I started to explain I find myself flying to the opposite direction of the car.

And it dawned on me then, this might be it. I die remembering nothing but a memory of my daughter, Ears, and the current five flying in all directions, not sure how any would survive.