The Devil's Debt

Pressure

Ice gets down and I tap in on my earpiece.

"We're in. This place looks like an armory." I say, snapping pictures and sending them to Milo.

"Alright. You know what to do. Grab some weapons. They won't need them after this mission's done."

"Hell yeah." Ice says.

I look back and I smirk at him as he begins loading his bag with guns and knives.

Isa grabs the big guns off the walls and puts them inside her bag and I look at her as I stuff my bag.

She looks hot doing this.

Shit. Not the time.

We carry out bags full of weapons with us as we go up the basement stairs to carry on with the mission.

"Cameras throughout the house are disabled. You're good to do anything." Milo says.

"Good. We've got it from here."

Me and Isa go upstairs and I get Ice to search downstairs as we search every room upstairs.

I talk to Isa as we look.

"They've got two children. Sixteen and eighteen. All threats to the mafia have to be eliminated, so I just... I don't want you running from me after this. They're kids, but it's the rule." I whisper.

She shakes her head as she checks a room.

"I won't. I understand. I'm a part of a mafia now, and that means killing people. All people. Anyway, it doesn't matter what I think. I'm stuck with you. You're stuck with me, forever."

I give her a smile.

We keep checking rooms and we get to the parents' room before the kids'.

As we look in, we look over at each other.

"This is it." I say, nodding my head. "Follow my lead."

We walk in and as we stand over them I motion things to her.

She nods and on the count of three, I grab the dad in a chokehold with my gun to his head, Isa doing the same to the mom.

"Wakey wakey, Frank." I say, pushing my gun against his skull.

"What's going on?" the mom says.

"Shut up." Isa says with her gun pushed against her head.

"You wanna tell me why my home is receiving threats, Sánchez?" I say, Ice walking into the room with the two children, throwing them to the ground, turning the light on.

"Caruso. Your father was quite the sneaky jinx. How's he doing behind bars?" he says, chuckling.

"You shut your fucking mouth about him before I shoot it off your fucking face." I say, my anger surfacing.

"Now I'll ask you again. Why're you sending threats to my home, Frank? Hm? It's not gonna be long before I start amputating your wife and kids."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he says.

"Ice." I say, looking at him.

He nods his head and swiftly cocks his gun and puts it to one of the sons' heads.

"You've got no balls." Sánchez says.

"Don't tempt me. I'll get him to blow little Johnny's brains out right fucking now. Tell me why you're threatening my family and while you're at it, where the Versales are, and we can walk away, and no one gets hurt."

"Ah, that's what this is about." he says.

"What are you talking about?" I say.

"The Versales. Luthor informed me about his little situation with his daughter. You're with the enemy, huh Isabella?" he taunts.

I can see Isa go rigid with fear.

"Stay calm." I say to her. "Don't listen to him."

I jack him up and he grunts.

"What the hell are you talking about? Luthor's dead."

"You sure about that? When you kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead, but that's where you messed up, Caruso. He's alive and well, and he's coming to murder you in cold blood and get his daughter."

"I will shoot your precious wife and let her brains splatter on these satin sheets if you don't shut your fucking mouth. I am not his daughter and I never will be. If I know anything about you, it's that you'd risk the life of your children just because you're being a dumbass. Ice, kill them." Isa says, blinded by rage.

"Isa." I say, worried.

"Kill. Them." she commands.

"Ice, don't." I interject.

"Oooh, trouble in paradise?" Frank says.

I shoot him in his shoulder and he cries out in pain.

"Say something else and your life ends now. Tell me why you're sending threats and where the Versales are, now. I'll give you a minute." I say.

"Fine, fine!" he yells. "We sent threats because Luthor asked us to! He wanted to lure you to him!" he admits.

"Why here?" I ask.

"I don't know!" he cries.

"I don't believe you." I say.

"I'm serious! I don't know!" he says.

I let him go with a huff and he cries, holding his shoulder.

"Frank, Frank, Frank. You're actually pathetic. You never reveal family secrets. Rule one of the mafia."

I shoot him, and Isa shoots Maria, the wife, and both her sons, then she storms out of the room, wiping blood from her face.

"Oh God." I say, walking out after her.

"You've got an attitude to deal with." Ice says, chuckling.

"Damn right." I say, shaking my head.

I race downstairs after her and she picks up her bag with guns in it, and she storms off to the van.

"Isa!" I call out to her.

She ignores me and throws her guns into the van, then runs to the car and slams the door.

I get in the car and I try talking to her, but she ignores me, ripping out her comm.

I look at her, trying to figure her out, then I start the car and I drive to the house as she sits there in the passenger seat.

When we get to the house, she storms in on the verge of tears and she paces in the lobby, anger written all over her face. She looks everywhere and she groans in anger, looking for something to take her anger out on as the boys rush in.

"Isabella." I say, trying to get her attention.

"Fuck!" she yells, throwing all her equipment off and starting to punch the wall.

"Isa!" I call out, trying to grab her.

She punches the wall until she punches yet again and yells in pain, and falling to the floor and holding her fist.

"Shit! Fuck!" she says, crying on the floor, curled in a ball as I hold her in my arms, hugging her tight as she cries hard.

"Oh my God." Carter says, looking down at us.

She sits there crying and I just sit there holding her as tight as I can as Mom runs downstairs.

What just happened and where did this sudden burst of rage come from?