KILLIAN MENDOZA
Brandon tenses in my hold, I know the feeling of seeing your family member die is frustrating but I wasn't going to have him expose himself to Alessandro. My cousin was in kill mood, he'd definitely kill Brandon if he shows up and I can't let that happen, so Brandon isn't revealing himself to Alessandro, not even at the expense of his sister's life. Probably it's wicked of me but I don't feel guilty, he's managed to get stuck into my head and that's the problem, I'd never let him go, he's now mine, my lion cub.
Dude's a fighter I'd give him that, has wonderful body, six packs, counted all six of them while fucking him. I don't think I want to enjoy such fantasy only once, I wanted more with him.
"You think I'm joking?" Alessandro ask, looking around. I press Brandon's shoulder one last time and whisper to him.
"I'll save your sister, so stay low." I release him and walk up to Alessandro. "That's enough, Brandon or whoever you're looking for isn't here, I doubt he'd watch his father die and still lay low. All you've got is servants and guards, take the girl. I'm sure he'll come after her, then you can get your hands on him."
I look at Brandon who's eyes are on me, he looks terrified, I'm thinking his sister means alot to him, lucky him. I don't know what it means because Amaya means nothing to me, probably means a little to her brother but we just have to act like we gave lots of fucks about her not being alive. Never liked her, always opening her pussy at every little occasion. Never cared about what she does, but it eventually got her killed, I just needed to find her killer because something inside says we've got the wrong people.
Alessandro releases fire and hits someone kneeling close to Brandon, I see how his eyes widen, his face consorted with fear. I turn to Alessandro. "Enough."
"I'm not letting any of them go," he say.
"Then take them as prisoners, if you want Salvatore coming for you, you have to give him a reason."
He nods, one good thing about him, he listens to me. He'd probably forgive me later for I'm only doing this because of Brandon Salvatore, whom I've come to admire. I was selfish but who cares.
"Chain all of them and load them in the van," Alessandro orders and our men starts grabbing them, holding them in place.
I look at Brandon, his fear is gone, the look in his eyes is challenging, he has a plan and I know it. I watch him closely as they chain him, he slips his hand into the guards pocket and takes something I think is a weapon. I smile, I knew I liked him for a reason, I just wonder when he'll use it.
Alessandro takes the girl into his car. "Watch them," he says and I nod. I don't agree because I want to, I agree because I'm watching Brandon, wondering what he'll do. They're all loaded in our van and the van drives off, I'm driving behind and following closely.
Suddenly, the van comes to an abrupt stop and I need nothing to tell me that Brandon was the reason. I come down from my car and watch the van's door open, Brandon is the first to come out and he attacks my men, dodging bullets and using just a knife, dude was skilled.
He tells his people to come down and ask them to run. That's when I step in, I shoot, killing most them until Brandon stands in the way. He's watching me with a deadly eyes, he wants to kill me, and here I was thinking he had fallen for me.
I drop the gun and approach him, he charges at me, his movements are fast as he slices the knife, trying to cut me but he can't, I won't tell him though. I watch his combat with me just enough and I take hold of his hand, I headbutt him and his head falls back but he's fast to regain himself. I don't give him a chance, so I punch him hard on his stomach, he drops the knife and goes down on a kneel, blood coming out from his mouth.
"Ouch, did I hurt you much?" I ask. He looks up at me, he hates me and I can see it in his eyes. "You're not going anywhere, Brady, so don't try to escape, okay?" As I stand, he immediately picks the knife and cuts me. He holds it tight, ready to deliver another strike when I take hold of his hand, squeezing it until the knife falls from it, I grab his neck and tighten my grip, his eyes is on mine, tears fill them and I know it's because I'm choking life out of him.
"I don't remember when last I had a cut," I whisper to him. Bullets ring out, all his servants and guards are shot, their bodies falling on the ground, soaked with their blood. Brandon's eyes close and I release him, letting his limp form collaspe onto me. I lift him and carry him to my car. "Take care of the bodies," I tell my men and they nod. I seat Brandon, strap his seatbelt and start the engine, driving away.