The air reeks of decay as Miles and I method their warehouse, a dilapidated construction looming like a tomb on the fringe of their territory. We cling to the shadows, making certain nobody sees us.

I’ve spent so lengthy in the dead of night, it is a acquainted pal. It hides Miles simply as simply. I suppose possibly he is spent his justifiable share of time clinging to shadows, too.

Nothing strikes as we method, however we’re assured that is the place they took her. Miles known as in each favor he is owed. I known as Rafe.

Alamilla did not attempt exhausting to cover her. He introduced her to the identical place Miles was supposed to fulfill to get the weapons. I am guessing that was by design. He desires Miles to indicate up. Both he intends to kill him when he does, or taking Karina was meant to yank Miles again into line.

Both means, Alamilla goes to be sorely dissatisfied.

“Prepared?” I ask Miles, my voice barely loud sufficient to pierce the night time.

“Prepared,” Miles replies, that sq. jaw set in grim willpower.

Earlier than we are able to step ahead, a well-known determine seps out of the shadows, transferring towards us. Miles tenses, however I place a hand on his arm, stilling him.

If he shoots Domani, I will be pissed.

“What are you doing right here?” I ask the person who’s fought and killed at my aspect in each goddamn battle we have waged for fifteen years. I am glad to see him right here now.

“You thought you had been doing this alone?” He arches a forehead, a wry smile dancing on his lips. “You already know it does not work that means, motherfucker. Not with us.”

Not that way back, I used to be saying one thing much like him. It was me, providing him a hand in the dead of night. Now, right here he stands, able to return the favor. Gratitude surges by me. On this life, money owed are hardly ever repaid. Between the 2 of us, they all the time are. We journey collectively. We die collectively.

He flicks his stare upon Miles. “Alessepo.”

“Brambilla.”

I am not shocked Miles is aware of who he’s. We are the greatest fucking criminals in Chicago. Our names in all probability hang-out his division. And but, they cannot ever appear to catch us.

Humorous how that works.

“Let’s do that,” I say, nodding at each males.

Silently, we slip contained in the warehouse. The scent of rust lingers in each nook. Our footsteps are barely audible on the concrete ground, our breaths mingling with the eerie silence that surrounds us… till it is shattered.

“¡Intrusos!” A shout ricochets off the partitions as a bunch of armed cartel members catches sight of us. Shock rapidly morphs to aggression.

Domani shifts, a panther poised for slaughter, whereas beside him, Miles’ often stoic expression bleeds to a masks of lethal intent.

Gunfire rips by the warehouse, chaos igniting round us. We transfer as one, shadows flitting between pillars as we take out the cartel members one after the other whereas they take potshots.

I rapidly take cowl behind a pile of crates, with Miles and Domani taking related positions on both aspect. Our firearms are like extensions of ourselves—chilly, exact, and unyielding.

One after one other, Alamilla’s folks fall, plummeting like stones as my bullets discover their flesh. Beside me, Domani and Miles are simply lethal, simply as unrelenting.

They outnumber us, nevertheless it’s not even shut. They’re little greater than kids enjoying at battle. We have been orchestrating it longer than they have been alive.

“How fucking many are there?” Miles growls from my proper as he pauses to reload.

Too many. Cristo. Did Alamilla have all of his folks mendacity in look forward to Miles?

A bullet whizzes previous, singing the air the place my head was moments earlier than. I mutter a curse, taking pictures the stronzo within the kneecap. I fireplace once more as he falls, hitting hm between the eyes.

They falter, realizing they’re outmatched. One runs for the doorways.

Domani takes intention, dropping him.

The final handful scatter like rats, deciding they’d quite face Alamilla’s wrath than die on this fucking warehouse.

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