Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Silas
"Alright, listen up." I shout, and all four ranks of people go quiet, and face forward. "This is a N.O.L..A. I don't give a damn if they beg for mercy. You have your orders. Let's roll!"
(N.O.L.A.= No One Left Alive)
The entire drive up to Maxim's I texted Esme, but as we approached the road leading to his house, I had to cut all communications with her because I need to be in a certain headspace to do what I am about to do.
She hasn't said it, but I know May is worried about what killing Maxim will do to my well being. But she needn't worry. I have done this many times before and I stayed me.
As much as I love her, I don't think I'll ever be able to tell her when and how I took a life for the first time. Milo swore to me, he'd never tell anyone, but I still worry, if she finds out, I'll lose her. Forever.
"Hey," Stef bumps my arm on the center console. "You can't think of her right now. I need your head to be straight." He tells me, parking behind a giant tree, then he waits for my confirmation.
"I'm alright." I cock my gun, and open my door. Both Milo and Stefano's door shut after mine, and I adjusted my ear piece.
Sean's rapid, annoying typing on his keyboard can be heard over the comms, but I decide not to say anything. We all have jobs to do, and his is to type, and type fast.
I give the signal to our snipers to take out the men at the gate. His men that are posted at the front door start shooting in our directions, and our men with armored shields move to the front lines to take the heat.
When Maxim's men move to reload, shields move out of the way, and we fire on them. Every single one of them, dropping like flies, all the way until we reach the front door.
Milo bust the doors down with the battering ram, then moves out of the way for us to come through. Walking in guns raised, we each split up into duos to search the house.
When we circle back to the front door, Stefano raises his arms then drops them. "He's supposed to be here." Frustration crawls up my neck, and wraps around my neck.
All of a sudden, I hear shoes on the marble from my left. We all turn in the direction of the shoes, and to my surprise, out comes Lucas, alone. Despite all the guns pointed in his direction, he continues walking closer.
It's night out and all of the lights are off in the house, so I can't see that well, but when he is close enough, I pistol whip him. He falls to his knees, then spits it out. Just missing my boots.
"Lucas." Saying his name makes this all too real, but I shake it off.
"You are just a little late. Not much." He raises his fingers to show just how much, and my jaw ticks when there's less than a centimeter of space between them.
Taking my knife out of my pocket, those same two fingers on the floor, then slice the first one off. Lucan wails, echoing all throughout the house, but I don't stop.
His eyes are squeezed shut when I return to my normal height, but I still when a sadistic smile presents itself on his face.
"I was sad to find out Nona left you the house. Sassari is beautiful this time of year." Before I can react, Stefano shoots him in the stomach.
"Shit!" Milo shouts, and I inhale deeply to calm myself down.
He found them.
"We gotta go, this was a trap. Damon-" Stefano says, and Damon nods his head, already knowing his role.
"I got this." He tells him, and we run out, and back up to the SUV. As we were running, I had Sean call ahead to get the jet fueled so it can be ready by the time we get there.
Stefano dials Aubrie up, and curses when she doesn't answer. Dialing her back immediately, he exhales deeply, but sits up straight when she answers.
"Stef?" She calls out, and a loud wail sounds through the phone.
Is that a baby crying?
"Are you ok? Who's crying?" Stef asks, his voice all of a sudden low and timid.
Aubrie half laughs and half sobs, "It's Bella... She's here."
I gesture for him to bring the phone close to me so I can ask, "Where are you? Is everyone there?"
"Catalina Hospital. Everyone except Esme, she went to go fetch Theya and Sia. They are here... But she isn't." My respiratory system all but shuts down, and Stefano has to take the wheel for a few moments while I get myself together.
"How long has it been since you've seen her?" He asks, and shuffling can be heard over the phone before she starts to speak. "Um, about 10 minutes. Is everything alright?"
My sight blurs, and I quickly blink away the tears so I can see where I'm going.
"Sí, we are on our way back. Kiss Bella for me. Ciao, Aela."
(Translation: Bye, Angel.)
Esme
"Deep breaths." Is what Gen has been telling Aubrie for the last ten minutes, but I don't think Aubrie is taking the advice.
"Oww!" Brie shouts for the thousandth time, and I cover my right ear with my free hand.
Her contractions were eight minutes apart when we left the house, but if I'm correct, they're three and a half.
Looking at the GPS, it says this is the fastest route and not far."We're only four minutes away, hang in there." I lie seamlessly, we're more like ten minutes away.
The burned rubber smell lingers in the air as when I get out, and before I run off, I tell them, "I'll go get doctors and a wheelchair, y'all stay right here."
...
A loud cry fills the semi quiet labor and delivery hallways, and my chest swells with happiness. Only two people were allowed in the room with Aubrie, so Delilah and Genesis stayed while I paced the hallway.
Theya took Alessia down to the kids room so that she wouldn't be alarmed by her mothers screams. But Aubrie didn't scream once, so that was pointless.
The nurse gestures for me to come back into the room, and in Brie's arm lays the smallest human I have ever seen.
"Let me go run to get Theya and Alessia. She took her to the playroom." I rush out of the room, and down the hallway to the elevator. Pressing the down button, I look at the cute newborn pictures on the walls, but one frame in particular catching my attention. Or more so what top of it.
Frames identical to Delilah's fathers- the ones she lost on the beach in France- sit atop the frame closest to the elevator. When I reach up for them, I sense someone behind me, but before I can react, a cloth is placed over my face.
I didn't mean to breathe in, but I panicked. My eyes have all of a sudden grown heavy, and the fight I put up to keep them open is futile.
