Page 13 of Righteous Enforcer
I duck lower, not ready to reveal myself until I understand what's happening.
Until I know who I need to kill.
That's when I see it. Her arms aren't empty.
She's carrying a small child who rests her head against Eva's shoulder, tiny fingers holding on for dear life.
I don’t know much about kids.
This one is smaller than my nephew Enzo who is seven, but bigger than Matteo and Alessia who are my siblings’ infants.
Before I can process what it means that Eva appears to be on the run with a child, I spot movement.
Not random pedestrians, but purposeful shadows following her.
Three men, moving like predators.
Bratva.
I recognize their hulking silhouettes, the way they communicate with subtle nods.
The same Russian scum who've been causing problems for my family since before my father died.
They're converging on Eva from different directions, boxing her in.
Her body language shifts instantly.
She spots them too.
Her spine stiffens, her pace quickens despite her limp.
She pulls the little girl closer to her, murmuring something I can't hear.
The fear radiating off her is palpable even from this distance.
Without conscious thought, I'm out of my car, the Glock I carry already in hand.
I don't give a fuck who sees me, don't care about witnesses or consequences.
Nothing matters but getting to them.
Eva backs toward an alley.
Fuck no, not there.
She must not realize it’s a dead end.
She’s just walked into her own death.
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EVA
Pain radiates through my body with each step.
Three days since I woke up on the floor of that apartment, blood pooled around me, thankfully not mine, but my attacker's, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
Mirabella was sitting next to me, rubbing the wound on my arm with toilet paper.
