Page 91 of Mafia Scars

Henry would want me to save them. If I had kids, I would want my best friend to save them over me. Wife next.

Victor fired at me and missed. I ran to the kids and picked them both up.

“Well, if it isn’t Lucian Morientz,” Victor bellowed at the top of his lungs.

I didn’t stop to acknowledge him; I continued running with the kids down into a hall and left them there.

“Uncle Luc, he gave us something strange to eat,” Jack told me.

“Don’t worry, son, let me get this thing off you.”

“Uncle Luc, it’s making me feel sick,” Susanna cried, her little blond ringlets shaking as she spoke.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I got you. I’ll get you ice cream when we get home.” Jesus Christ, the ropes were so tight. I had to abandon the ropes for the bomb.

And fuck, luck had to be a bitch. The timer said five minutes.

I managed to unravel the fucking thing but only to get a kick in my face when I turned around.

One of Victor’s lackeys. It was a burly, Hulk-ish-looking man who snarled at me. Like a bull, I rammed into him and didn’t stop moving when I made contact. We both fell over into a heap, and the guy went for me. I rounded my gun on him and fired a shot, popping him right between the eyes.

Damn fucktard.

He slumped in a heap, blood spurting from his head.

I proceeded back to the room, the bomb in hand.

Victor stood by Lydia and Henry.

“Luc, just take the kids and go,” Henry wailed.

Lydia looked like she was gone.

“Yes, Luc, try and take the kids and go.” Victor smiled, then did the vilest thing by licking the blood that now dripped from Lydia’s foot. “I need more iron-filled blood, I think,” he announced, and just like that, he shot her straight in her heart.

Henry screamed and looked at me. He was about to say something, but Victor shot him in his head.Killing him.

Killing my best friend.

I dropped the fucking bomb and ran to get the kids.

I would have at the very least two minutes to get out of here, and I was a few seconds ahead of Victor.

When I got to the kids, the first thing I noticed was that they looked pale and limp.

Shit.What did he give them to eat?

I gathered them up anyway, slinging them both over my shoulder. The notion caused Susanna to throw up.

“You won’t make it,” called Victor from behind us in a singsong voice.

Something sharp and stinging ripped through my arm. He shot me.

It wouldn’t stop me though. I ran with the kids out to an exit. It led out to the lake. I ran as far away as I could and put the kids down by a tree.

“Kids, stay down. Please,” I begged them.

Obediently, they lay on the ground, terror on their little faces.