Page 77 of Mafia Love

“Why don’t you come over here and say that closer to our faces,” Claudius challenged.

“How about I let these guys answer that question for you?” Tag whistled, and from the platform just across from Luc, a host of guys emerged, coming up from downstairs. They all had guns.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

God, this was it. Luc and Claudius would never make it.

I thought they would cower or something, but they didn’t.

“Blood for blood!” Luc yelled.

What I saw next made me think I was still dreaming.

Max and Sinclaire came out first, firing shots that took out the first row of guys.

Max, my partner Max.

I never thought I’d see him again.And Sinclaire.

They were both here.

Behind them were The Four and Maurice. They managed to take down more guys. They might have been outnumbered, but they had enough skill to deal with Tag’s men.

Luc and Claudius didn’t join in. They were looking for a way across the roof. I watched them. While Luc looked, Claudius covered his back, shooting at anyone who got close.

“Bastards. I’ll show them,” Tag growled. He moved around the arc above us, so I could see him fully. “This will not end well for you. I want you dead more than I want those diamonds. I want you dead.” He held the detonator out, so I could see it. “I think five minutes will give me enough time to dash.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a bullet ripped through his arm. I gasped.

It took him by complete surprise, and he dropped the detonator. I watched it drop all the way down and disappear amongst the rocks just below me.

Another bullet hit him, and we both turned to see where they were coming from.

Dad walked across the glass roof on our side. He’d come from a different direction than Luc.

“Fucking asshole, who do you think you are!” Dad bellowed.

Tag growled, propelling himself toward Dad, but he had to dodge when Dad fired more shots.

I looked at the two in complete horror. Dad looked like the person he’d been that night when he shot Agent Peterson. That was what he looked like. However, instead of the shock I’d felt that night, I felt triumph.

He’d come for me too.

“How dare you think you can hurt my daughter. You’re dead! Son of a bitch.” Dad screamed.

Tag took out his own gun and shot at him. Dad dodged it and jumped straight into Tag, knocking him over. I didn’t know where he got the strength and the energy from. Days ago, he’d looked so frail.

The two started fighting, and bullets started firing as they tried to shoot each other. One went into the glass and broke it, causing that whole section of panels to give. As the fixture dangled, I realized how unstable it was. Rust had taken the areas around it.

Another bullet fired and went through the glass nearby.

“Amelia,” Luc called to me.

I returned my gaze to him. He’d found a path and was inching across the roof.

“Luc, it’s not safe. Go back. The glass… it’s not safe.” I would just die if the roof caved in and he fell through.

“Don’t worry about me, goddess. I’ll come for you.”