Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 38

ALESSIO

It was bad. The war was too bad.

There was blood everywhere on the walls, floors, poles, cars and whatnot. The body of water right to my left looked not like a river of water, but like a river of blood. Pure, dark crimson red blood flowed down the path, with pieces of broken bones and muscles and tissues floating in like a mixture of undissolvable substances. I peeked from behind the wall when raising my gun and aiming it at five other men, I pulled the trigger, killing them all with a headshot.

A bullet whizzed through the side of my head, barely missing my eye when I hid behind the pillar again. Ducking and rolling sideways, I came shoulder to shoulder with Adrik. We both were hiding behind a large as fuck crate full of explosives when Adrik was breathing heavily. I peeked out again and killed three more when I took refuge again. Angry shots of fire bellowed from behind us somewhere when we heard an explosion. Gritting my teeth, I peeked again and killed seven more who were standing side by side. Aiming at one, I pressed my finger on the trigger and just moved my gun from left to right, killing all in the process, before I hid again. Adrik was still like a rock and not shooting at all when before I could say anything, he spoke, his voice gruff and heavier than usual, "I lost Samantha."

My heart froze and my muscles clenched when I swallowed a lump of grief. Invisible hands of death, pain and grief clenched my heart, draining the blood from it when I physically felt my chest tightening till I had to breathe in larger volumes of air to open my passage ways. My head swam with the intense amount of pain being injected into my body when I shook my head and got a grip over myself as I responded back, in a much heavier voice than his, "I'm sorry for your loss."

He just shook his head, "This made it more real."

I looked at him, "You knew this might happen before you joined the mafia."

He turned his head towards me, "Do you see me blaming you?"

No, he didn't. Yet it felt like the same all over again. Samantha was his girlfriend, someone he loved too dearly. She was once the daughter of the rival enemies. During an expedition was when these two lovers locked eyes and immediately fell for each other. Samantha knew that their father was already breaking truce and would be facing charges, so after mulling over the possible circumstances and the fact that her dad had killed her mom to seek revenge just because Samantha's mom asked him about his cheating? He killed her. For her daring ability to even question him about his extra martial affairs. Disgusting.

So giving it one final thought, the badass turned onto her own army and joined mine. She was one of the best snipers that we had. She was even faster than lightning that a person would just see her shadow and before they could walk further to see who it actually was? They were already dead and Samantha would be nowhere on the scene. She was that fucking fast. Losing her was a big loss for us. An even bigger for Adrik.

Adrik rolled away and continued shooting when my heart stayed frozen there. I looked at my bare hands to see blood flowing through my cut palm. It felt the same all over again. When Julianna died, I felt as if her blood was on my hands. Her dying was my fault. Everything she had to endure, her and our daughter....it was all me.

And now Samantha. Her blood felt like it was on my hands now too. As if...as if I had killed her.

I lost my Julianna and Adrik lost hers. A new sense of rage overtook my senses when changing my gun, I started firing all over again.*

We lost five hundred men when the Russians lost close to a four hundred. It had been six hours since the fight and I was exhausted, yet the battle never stopped. The firing never ceased when right as I killed thirteen more men, a guy skidded right behind me. Before he could lock me in his move, I swivelled my leg backwards in a circular motion and just as his legs gave out, I turned around and pressed my arm against his neck, cutting off his airflow. Hitting the gun in his hand, it skidded and fell into the pool of blood flowing down when I looked at the guy. It was the capo of the Russians.