The Good In Diavolo✔

Chapter- 10

EDITED: 18th March 2019.

Diavolo.

I watch her from afar, she is running. From me. And even though that pissed the fuck out of me, I let her. She needed her space and I would give it to her as long as I could. To digest the information. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I crack.

I followed her in my car, hiding further behind, seeing her call someone and then wait on the sidewalk. I almost got out of the car and walked up to her. But before I could ponder on the thought a car stopped in front of her, a woman in the driver's seat, she sat in it and the car drove off.

I took a U-turn, calling Ryder through my Bluetooth earpiece while driving.

"Ryder, I want you to tell some of our men to guard Brooklyn's house and always know her whereabouts," I said, hearing a monotone, yes and then I hung up. I caught a movement in the side mirror and cursed. Fucking Russians.

I tapped the steering wheel while taking crazy turns. I looked in the side mirror once again, taking out my gun.

I held it in one hand, the other still driving. I pulled the window down and took the gun out pulling the trigger and firing twice at the window shield of the car following me.

I called Ryder once again, "I have some Russians on my tail. I am on the west of Border 2. Send backup in 10 minutes." I said and he replied with an alert, "Got it, boss." I ended the call and focused on the Russians.

Their car attempted to crash into mine, but I quickly swerved to the right and the car regained balance.

I shot once more, the bullet hitting their side mirror. I must have been not paying attention to the front as a car blocked my way. More Russians. I was now surrounded front and back with Russians.

I stopped the car, taking the gun and stepping out seeing 5 scrawny Russian men step out from all sides as well, looking smug. I smirked evilly at them as their smug looks slipped for a few seconds before it was back. I chuckled bitterly, pussies.

"Finally, you are a tough cookie to catch Diavolo." The man who looked to be leading them told me and I clenched my jaw. I hate that name.

"Or maybe you are just too weak to not be able to catch me," I said, one of my hands subtly taking the gun out of the waistband of my jeans.

I pulled the trigger, surprising them as I shot the same man in the chest before shooting the rest of them. I could tell the two men who surrounded me from the back were shocked but reacted fast.

They were two bulky men but I was the man. I shot one in the head and the other in his heart before they could even pull the trigger.

I looked at all the limp bodies, some groaning in pain but too weak to do anything. I laughed humorlessly,