Mafia by Blood (wlw)

41 - Marley's house

With spring break in full swing, Mac had decided on spending the day at Marley's place. She was accompanied by two DeCavalcante soldiers, who were going to wait close by the house. It was a quiet neighborhood, a big contrast to the villa she lived in. She took a moment to admire the neatly trimmed lawns and colorful flowerbeds lining the streets before heading towards Marley's front door. Previously, they had only hung out in Mac's apartment, and at the villa, so this was Mac's first time at Marley's place.

Marley greeted her with a warm smile, her blue-green eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hi Mac! Welcome to my humble home."

"Thanks, Marley. Your house is lovely," Mac returned the smile.

Marley led her to the living room and quickly offered the blonde something to drink, but she politely declined. The girls started talking about the latest gossip at school, before their conversation was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of footsteps approaching from upstairs. Marley's father emerged, and his stern expression softened at the sight of Mac, he had a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Marley, who's your friend?" he asked.

"This is Mac. She goes to my school," Marley answered. 

"Nice to meet you, sir," Mac offered a polite smile, extending her hand, while wondering how come Marley hadn't told her family about her, since they were best friends.

Marley's father shook her hand firmly, his eyes assessing her with a hint of skepticism. "Likewise. You girls be careful today, alright? There's been a lot on the news lately. I don't want any trouble in my house."

As he ascended back to the second floor, Mac couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach, like something was going to happen.

"What do you wanna do today?" Mac asked while crossing her legs.

"I don't know, the mall maybe?" Marley suggested.

"Well, I actually need a new-," Mac started, but her sentence was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass and the front door being kicked open. Before she could react, a small group of masked figures burst into the room and through the window. Although their faces were covered, Mac's heart leaped into her throat as she recognized Charlie. Her instincts took over and she reached for her weapon concealed beneath her sweater as the small group lunged forward. 

She quickly pushed Marley aside, narrowly avoiding the flying knife coming towards her. Mac's senses heightened as adrenaline rushing through her veins.

The blonde's mind raced as she fought to defend herself, her training kicking into high gear as she exchanged blows with her attackers. She managed to take out the first attacker coming her way with her blade, while Marley grabbed the knife that had been thrown at her and was ready to protect herself, should it come to that.

Charlie lunged towards Mac and disarmed her, forcing their fight to continue in close combat without weapons. Their movements were a blur of speed and precision, although Charlie held back. Marley watched in horror as her friend fought for her life, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the unfolding nightmare. The remaining three Bonnano soldiers stood and watched the scene, knowing that their capo wanted Charlie to be the one to take her out, as a loyalty test. 

Despite Charlie's reluctance to harm Mac, the fight was brutal and intense. Mac fought with everything she had, her determination fueled by a fierce desire to survive. With each blow, she felt the adrenaline increasing, driving her forward even as she started feeling exhausted. 

In the heat of the moment, Mac barely registered the sharp pain that shot through her side as a blade sliced through her flesh. She gasped, the shock of the injury momentarily staggering her as she stumbled backward, clutching at the wound with trembling hands. Her eyes filled with water as she gazed at Charlie, holding a bloody dagger. This is it, Mac thought to herself.

"Mac!" Marley cried out, her voice filled with panic as she watched her friend falter.

But before Mac could fully understand the severity of her injury, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the room. Two figures burst into the room; the DeCavalcante soldiers. They wasted no time in springing into action, and with skillful efficiency, they quickly dispatched the attackers, turning the fight in Mac and Marley's favor.

Right after, Marley's father emerged from the second floor, his weapon raised. With a steady hand and unwavering aim, he quickly realized the DeCavalcante soldiers fought to protect Marley and Mac, so he fired upon the remaining intruders, hitting one, and forcing the rest to flee the scene.

As the dust settled and the adrenaline began to fade, Mac sank to her knees, the pain from her wound radiating through her body. But she was alive, thanks to the timely intervention of their soldiers, and Marley's father.

"We've got you," one of the DeCavalcante soldiers said, his voice steady and reassuring as he helped Mac to her feet and brought her back to the villa. On the way back, Mac couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that washed upon her. Marley's living room was broken, and there were two bodies lying there that they would have to deal with. Marley's father would probably never let her see her again. Moreover, she dreaded coming home and having to face Noelle.