Walking in the door, my gun raised, I get my first glimpse of what I am dealing with. Sebastian and Carter are both right on my tail, watching my back and sides. We make our way into the house in perfect synchronization, the three of us knowing each other's moves before we even take them. Our defense is strong, strong enough to handle the two or three men that must be left.

“So glad you could join us!” Dominic blurts out from the open plan kitchen, where he is standing toward the back, not far from the hallway. His smug smile makes me want to smash his face into a million pieces, and I would if Nico wasn’t on his knees on the floor in front of him. Dominic has his gun pointed to the back of his head, execution style, and my heart drops for a beat.

This is less than ideal.

As my eyes sweep the room, I see one other man standing to the left of Dominic, his arms both raised, a weapon in each, trained on us. Fool, there is no way he can get a clear shot at all three of us; his life is most certainly on a short timeline. Aside from Dominic and his man, I can’t see anyone else. Little Red is nowhere in sight, and I pray that she has stayed in the cupboard where Nico put her.

My eyes drill Nico, and he gives me a small nod, confirming my thoughts. He then blinks twice, indicating that there are only the two men, no one else in the house, and I am not surprised. We killed every one of Dominic’s associates weeks ago. Who the dead bodies are outside, I have no fucking idea. He must have picked them up from the streets, promising them the mob lifestyle, only to have them killed before their dream began.

“Drop your gun, Dominic,” Sebastian yells to him, as the three of us take slow steps forward toward him, spreading out.

“Don’t move!” Dominic yells back, pushing the gun further into the back of Nico’s head, threatening us, but we don’t listen. Sebastian moves to the right toward Nico, with Carter to the left, his eyes trained on the man holding up the two guns at us. I move forward, not flinching for a moment as I look Dominic directly in the eye.

“You’re a fucking dead man, Dominic,” I grit out, barely hanging on by a thread, my hand clenching and unclenching my gun with each step I take. I want to take his life. I want to make him pay. For all of it. Angelina, Leo, Little Red.

I hear the click of his gun then, and the three of us pause as he begins to smile.