Old scars

Chapter 16

Mike's Pov

We were sitting in silence while listening to the radio. Our mission of getting Maria back had started and I was freaking out. What if this shit didn't work out the way I planned it to? Whelp, too late, no going back now.

I glance out of the van's tinted windows. We were on the street that Maria was being held on, the house itself only being a few houses down. Tony pulls over and parks the van, quickly getting out and jogging around to open the back doors so we could all get out. We had all agreed that Kellin was being watched by Tony, even if he desperately wanted to get Maria himself. I tightened my grip on the gun in my hand, the cool metal feeling smooth against my calloused fingers.
Tony opened the doors and everyone piled out of the van. Tony hopped in and started rigging his computer. Kellin hugged Vic tightly before pulling away and slamming his lips on Vic's forcefully. Vic responded quickly and his hands roamed Kellin's body. I felt a slight tinge of jealousy run through me, not because I wanted to kiss either of them, but because they had something that I wanted. They separated and Vic caressed Kellin's cheek before turning away and nodding at me and the other guys. We all looked at each other and loaded our guns.

We walked up to the house and used hand gestures to signal where everyone was going to go. Me, Vic, Jaime, Joseph and Diego were standing directly in front of the door, preparing ourselves to fuck shit up. The other guys that I didn't know the name of, although I recognized their faces, were standing on either side of the house, checking for other shooters.

Three seconds later we smashed the door open and stormed in, our guns raised. I fired a shot at the guard that was standing in the living room and he fell to the floor choking on blood. Jaime and Joseph stormed up the stairs while me, Vic and Diego stayed downstairs. More people came out and we fired shots the best we could. Blood was flying and bullets were bouncing off of the walls. I felt something cool bury itself in my calf and pain ripples through my leg. Fuck, I was shot. I ripped off the sleeve of my shirt and tied it around my leg. The blood was slowly seeping through the fabric but I was ok, it wasn't bad enough for me to bleed out.

I was too occupied with my leg to notice the person standing across the room, gun pointed at my head. It was only when Vic called for me to look out that I glanced upwards. The man grinned sickly and pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet, but it never came. Two gunshots were heard and i heard Vic scream. I felt something heavy fall next to my feet.  I opened my eyes and looked at the spot where the man with the gun had been. The man was laying motionless on the floor, blood pooling around his head. I glanced down at the floor next to me and immediately kneeled next to my companion on the ground. Blood was coming out of the hole in his white button up, staining it a deep red.
His caramel brown hair was red with blood and he reached out for my hand.

"You truly love her, go after her. And don't hurt her Mikey. Don't let my life go to waste." Diego spluttered. I nodded quickly and a stray tear dripped down onto his shirt. Sure, he was an asshole, but Diego had always been some sort of father figure to me. I know, I know, I have my real dad but Diego took me under his wing when I had absolutely no idea of whatever the fuck I was doing. A few seconds later, his chest stopped moving and the coughing stopped. He was dead.

At this very moment Jaime came running down the stairs, a bloody and broken Maria in his arms. I stopped for a second to see what he was running from. It didn't take long before I got my answer. At least twelve men came straight down the stairs. I pulled my gun and started shooting at everything. Vic must have run out to get the gasoline already. I finished shooting everyone and crept up the stairs to check for any more shooters. While I was up there I smelled something burning so I figured Vic had finished his part and got out of the house. I ran down the stairs and into the burning living room. As I made a run for the door I could have sworn I saw someone crawling on the floor next to the couch. Whatever, it was probably one of the men from the other gang. Serves them right, abusing my poor Maria! I stormed out of the door and onto the street. As I approached the van I saw the silhouettes of the others. Although it seemed like we were missing one? I ran over to the guys and counted again. They were all looking at me worriedly. Suddenly two thin arms were wrapped around my waist but I couldn't look down. All I could do was recount everyone and stare at the crying Kellin Quinn in front of me.

"Guys. Where's Vic?"