DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

FINAL BATTLE (DYLAN)

The glass shattered as an explosion rocks the mansion, throwing us off our feet. We jump, taking cover as pieces of glass, broken boards and other debris fall onto the patio.

Adonis, Raphael and I take cover behind a privacy wall near the pool. The floor shaking beneath us. The pieces of glass rip into our suits, drawing blood but nothing too serious. The ring in my ears the worse thing to come from the explosion.

'-iano... You know what fuck a signal! You check out the warehouse while we head into the fight! Get going, now!' Shanice exclaims as my hearing comes too, an engine revving to life.

The dust from the explosion clears and I aim my gun breaking the corner. Giovanni and his team took cover under the tables and chairs, the explosion shocking them as much as it shocked us.

The first shot I fire hits him in the arms, snapping their attention to me and I dive behind a large potted plant, as the sons return fire. Adonis and Raphael break their position, advancing guns drawn, placing them under rapid fire. I move from my position watching as the sons try to cover their father's escape, Elia and Daniel's daughter with him.

Aiming my gun, the shot rings loud before lodging itself in the bitch's shin. She drops to the ground with a yelp, drawing Roberto's attention long enough for Adonis to land a shot in his dominant hand.

As he drops the gun leaving himself vulnerable, the chivalry arises to their rescue, a dozen men shooting at our party of three. Abandoning my position, I run for the wall as the bullets pelt down like rain. Adonis and Raphael already hidden behind said wall look at me.

"Kill everyone but the girl. Elia and Giovanni are mine..."

The need for his blood is as evident as the beating of my heart.

"Si, Capo," They say in unison as the bullets hit the wall against our backs.

Looking to my left, my eyes zone in on the large glass windows leading to the Mansion's kitchen.

"I'll distract them so you can get a window. Take care of them," I say as I approach the window, kicking out the glass and climbing inside, the pieces crunching under my feet.

I walk calmly through the kitchen, the large balcony doors giving me a clear view of the patio. I must thank that fucker for installing so many windows.

The men have yet to notice me, too busy focusing their efforts on advancing towards the partition.

Not alert, there lies their first and most fatal flaw.

The glass scatters as the first bullet hits the skull of its target, the second hitting another's chest and the third, his neck. They draw their attention to me.

Their second and equally fatal move.

One by one they drop before they can fire their guns, no match for my second in commands.

Unloading the cartridge on the floor, I reload and grasp the gun firmly in my hand, my senses at their peak. I advance towards the living room, a group of men present with guns cocked.

I smile, the demons in my mind free to roam and wreak havoc.

My body moves fast, seeking cover as dodge the rapid succession of bullets while returning fire. I dive behind the couch, figurines scattering as the bullets impact them. Dropping low, I shoot three of them through the ankles, then in the chest as they fall. The other three men aim and fire at the area I was once at, missing me by a few seconds.

My heart thuds, the adrenaline heightening the pleasure of the chaos happening around me. The gunshots sound from either side of the mansion, bodies falling with a thud and men crying their dying breath.