“Angel,” Braxxon whispers.

29

I hear Winter’s father screaming for her, and I look to where she just walked back into the room. Something comes over me and I whisper. “Angel.”

“Don’t Brax; I’m going out there. He won’t hurt me, but he will hurt everyone else.”

She is f**king crazy!

“You’re not leaving with him,” I snarl.

“Of course I’m not. I’m stalling him. You guys need to pick them off, and you need to do it quickly because once shots fire out, it’ll all be over.”

She is absolutely and utterly downright crazy if she thinks I’m letting her walk out there alone. I won’t do it. I don’t give a shit if it’s for selfish reason or not. I love her, and I refuse for her to be in anymore damn harm than what I’ve already caused her.

“I’m going with you,” I say.

“No, you’re not. I’ve done lost Lana and Haley; not taking a chance with you too,” she says walking towards the door.

“Don’t you f**king open that door, Angel.”

She doesn’t hear a word I say; she just flings it open without a motherfucking care in the world. I take off running after her, and Dizzy is hot on my trail. I’m forced to a stop. I’m a pretty big dude, but the guy holding a gun in my face makes me look like a friggin’ leprechaun. He jerks my gun outta my hands and walks me at gunpoint over to Angel’s father. Her gun flies up to the side of his head.

“You hurt him, and I swear I blow your f**king brains out,” Angel seethes.

“Doch’.” He chuckles. “Daughter.” “How very dramatic; come… we go home now.”

“I’m not going f**king anywhere with you,” she yells.

“Such language for my Doch’ to spew out of her mouth.” Her father frowns.

“I’m warning you now father, you need to go. I’m done with that part of my life. I wasn’t happy with you. Just let me go.”

You know, I’ve never been unarmed and held at gunpoint before. This is a first for me. I guess if I weren’t whom I was, I would probably be pissing myself silly like a scared little boy. But I’m am whom I am, and Angel is whom she is, so I’m pretty sure I’m not letting a single one of them leave breathing. They’ll be in body bags. So when I see Smokey at the office flicker a lighter, I know that him and ZZ took the tunnel without any issues, and shit is about to go down. I know Sniper is in place, and I know the other brothers have us surrounded. I just hope Angel doesn’t get ahead of herself. The f**ker who makes me look like a leprechaun pistol-whips me just hard enough to knock me on my knees right in front of her father.

“I f**king warned you,” she roars walking the gun closer to his temple.

Shit, just don’t baby. I wish I had that shit like Professor X from X-men right now. I need to get all up in her head.

It all happens at once. Dizzy screaming, yelling, and running towards me, Sniper’s first shot at the guy that pistol-whipped me, the Russians firing back.

“Diz, no!”

She ignores me and shoots off more rounds. She takes a bullet in the leg and goes down; I want to run to her, but I can’t. Angel is still holding the gun to her father’s head while bullets fly and ping off every piece of metal around us.

“Say goodbye to your man, doch’,” he growls as the gun moves closer to my forehead.

I can’t close my eyes because there are three guns pointed at my Angel’s head while she points one at her father’s head. If she shoots her father then his men will shoot her.

Smokey and ZZ walk through flying bullets and point their guns at two of the Russian’s holding their guns at Angel’s head, leaving just one uncovered. As the others send bullets flying at my brothers, Shadow comes out of nowhere and covers the third man who’s holding a gun to my love’s head. Fuck, how does he do that shit?

“Winter,” Shadow says. Somehow, I think that’s his way of saying she’s now covered.

“On your knees, Vlad,” she spits. “You don’t have the right to be called father. Knees now.”

He doesn’t move. He stares at me with a grin so big you wouldn’t think there was a gun being held to his head right now.

“Knees now,” Winter yells, pressing the gun further into his head. Something in her tone works this time because he falls to the ground with the gun still in his hand. “Drop the gun.”

He doesn’t, so she walks around him, dragging the gun from his temple to his forehead. She takes her left hand and yanks the gun away, her body leaving my view almost fully blocked. She drops the gun and kicks it behind her towards me. I reach for it and jump up.

“Should’ve stopped when I left, Vlad. I wanted to kill you in your sleep for days after you shot Allen in the head. But here you are…,” She trails off, and her next words are filled with such distaste, it even makes my skin crawl. “Goodbye. May your soul be forever damned.”

She pulls the trigger sending her father’s brains all over the concrete. Smokey, Shadow and ZZ pull their triggers at the same time as Angel, killing the Russians that once had their guns on her head. Dizzy is shooting at one of Snake’s guys from the ground. I’m torn between running to help Diz, and getting Angel the hell outta dodge. I watch as Snake goes down and I look over to see Pyro walking towards him calmly. He hovers over him pointing the gun between his eyes before letting off a single shot ending his life.