A Taste of Darkness

Chapter 22: Tatia

Julio

I leave Scarlett alone with Elena, running back into the crowd of panicked individuals rushing towards the exit, only a few succeeding in their escape as the majority of them collapse onto the ground as a result of getting shot.

I don't know why I was so hesitant to leave Scarlett there, why I found it so hard. If I wasn't with her, then I couldn't be sure that she would be safe at all times, but I had no choice but to walk back into the action and hope that none of the attackers would think to look behind the bar. At least I gave her a gun, she is quite skilled with one already and I knew she was capable of taking care of herself, but I would still rather actually be with her right now, beside her, for a reason unknown to me.

Maybe it's just the kiss fucking with my brain.

But I had no time to think about that right now. Forget about it.

While I'm annoyingly stuck in my head, I see an attacker running towards me at full force. The skull mask he is wearing looks like an idiotic, cheap kid's Halloween costume, I can't take any of them seriously as long as they wear it. The least they could do is have the courage to show their irritating faces.

When he reaches me, he swings at me even though he has a gun in his hand, a weapon that would be much more effective- which tells me he is living on one brain cell- and I dodge the punch. It's like a scene of some petty child complaining while trying to hit their father for not being allowed to get the toy they wanted. He tries to punch me again, but I catch his fist before he can make contact and hit him in the jaw, immediately sending him onto the floor.

Considering that this was the easiest fight of my life, that he got knocked down to the ground with only one punch and that he made idiotic choices, I doubt he would be the best person out of the group of them to get answers from. He looked clueless, and I needed the one out of the lot of them who knew something, something useful, and he definitely wasn't that person, so I take my gun out of my pocket and pull the trigger, leaving his blood to flow out of his lifeless body and onto the floor.

While more men come at me, I scan each one of the attackers, searching for the traits I am looking for in them. I spot one man watching the rest attacking my members, not getting involved in much of the action but rather sticking to the side-lines. He looked observant, calculative, like he was in charge.

He was the guy.

I make my way through the room and through each attacker that attempts to kill me, which was much easier than it should have been. If all of them were this inexperienced then the man I wanted answers from couldn't be much different.

While each of the attackers were painfully idiotic and needed much more training when it came to fighting, I could still tell that this was no ordinary shooting. This had the mafia written all over it, I just didn't know what their motive was. But I was going to find out.

I look around the room to see that my inner circle have defeated each one of the men, their bodies lying on the floor lifeless. Good, that meant that I was free to focus on getting answers out of this guy.

As I walk up to him, his head darts in my direction and his eyes widen. His hidden fear tells me that he isn't the leader of all this, instead someone of greater power ordered him to come here with other people and do whatever it was that they were planning to do.

I decide to cut to the chase. "Why are you here and who sent you?" I question in a threatening tone, demanding to know the answer while pointing a gun to his forehead. I wanted to get this done as soon as possible so that I could move onto more important things- such as making sure if Scarlett is still safe and not injured. I didn't know why that was the goal my mind prioritized the most, but it was, and the thought was so prominent that I couldn't deny it this time.